Genshin Impact: I am the only one who can bring disaster to Teyvat

"Quack - although I only liked you for a moment before I died, my love for you is not fake! Wind, please pass my love to the beautiful East Wind Dragon, and let him know that the former evil dragon also has love!"

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"What monster?"

Immersed in a hazy sleep, Tevarin, who should have continued to live his beautiful life alone, suddenly received a message from the breeze. The dragon head curled up under its wings suddenly raised up, hit the ceiling above, and knocked off a layer of dust.

The full love and greedy desire were brought by the wind, allowing Tevarin, who was born from the element of wind, to experience the emotions personally, as if he were personally there accepting the dragon's confession before his death.

The snake-like pupils trembled, and the hind claws outside the wings retracted again. It perched in the top room of the tower where the old Mondstadt was located, penetrating the wind wall that protected the tower. Tevarin whispered:

"Is it so crazy outside now? The things I did before, chasing after Usa, shouldn't have been a dream, right? Isn't this coward who can only run away the most cunning? More importantly..."

"I have always considered myself a male!"

The elemental dragons themselves have no gender, but they do have gender distinctions psychologically.

Tevarin did not have the concept of gender at first. After becoming the Dragon of the East Wind and coming into contact with more creatures, he not only learned to complain about the idle Barbatos with his old brother, the Rock Dragon, who was not crazy yet, but also developed his own psychological gender.

It just doesn't feel right to be confessed to by a dragon of the same gender!

Tevarin still remembered the confession scene he had secretly watched with Barbatos, and he had been lying on the clouds cheering, his tail wagging and flying.

I didn't expect that with the passage of time, I would now be involved in this matter.

"Let's go out a few years later."

Raising his dragon head and glancing at the poisonous blood crystal behind him, Tevarin made a solemn decision: "Barbatos hasn't woken up yet anyway, so there's nothing else to do now except playing."

Somehow, in recent years, the silent Temple of the East Wind brought him faith again after many years, and Tevarin was able to use it to wear away the poisonous blood crystal that had been bothering him. Now only a thin layer remains, and the pain that once invaded his flesh and blood no longer exists.

He had been thinking recently whether he should go out early to show off his power and let the people of Mondstadt prove that the Dragon of the East Wind was not as idle as Barbatos, but now Tevarin suddenly realized something.

As a qualified follower of a god, it is a necessary skill to highlight the excellence of the god.

How to highlight the excellence of a god who does not do his job?

That is certainly even more irrelevant than his doing his job.

Tevarin would definitely make an excellent follower of a god.

"But even if I don't do these things, I'm still an excellent follower of the gods. There will always be the vixen of Inazuma to help me make up for it." Tevarin was expressing his stereotype, "They are so kind."

When he complained about Barbatos, he at least avoided him personally. When Kitsusaigong complained about Balna, he really jumped up and down in front of him, shaking left and right, highlighting his bravery and fearlessness.

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"I'm really kind."

After a quick check of Kaiya's injuries, he found that he was between consciousness and unconsciousness at the moment. He could be aware of the situation outside and feel the pain in his body, but he could not express it.

How could the gentle samurai Sakurasai tolerate Kaia going through such pain?

He casually patted his neck, sprinkled some effective potion that would bring some wonderful feeling to the wound, and then the samurai Sakurasai threw Kaia onto the cart behind him.

"Okay, let's go." Patting the coolie on the shoulder, the samurai Sakurasai shook the whip in his hand.

The number of casualties in the caravan was not optimistic. The bodies and the wounded needed to be transported back. The goods on the cart obviously could not be carried any longer, and someone needed to unload the goods.

The caravan's horses were either frightened to death or broke free from their reins and ran away, so someone was needed to help pull the carts forward.

So who will shoulder these responsibilities?

It must not be a wounded person or a minor present, nor can it be a lady who looks a little slender. The strongest person must be chosen.

"Ah——I am the Grand Master of the Knights of Favonius, but now I want to... want to..."

With a heavy hemp rope on his shoulders and the soft muddy ground under his feet, Falga stepped forward with all his might and suddenly shouted:

"The God of Servant Yingsai! Throw away all the foul stuff in your tail. Do you know how heavy you are? Even the demon dragon Usa can't compare to the stuff in your tail!"

The attendant god Yingzhai explained seriously: "It's not the tail. There is a cave magic weapon hidden in my tail. The things are inside the magic weapon."

"Then why is the weight so foul?"

"Oh~ I tied the body of the demon dragon Usa to the back with an iron chain." The attendant god Yingzhai remained calm, "This thing can't be thrown outside casually. There are traces of the "doctor's" experiment on it. If it is stolen by someone with bad intentions, it will definitely cause more trouble."

"…Why don't you change back to your original form and drag it?"

"You don't want to change. When you came here, I let you stay on my back, which was already very respectful. Even the general has never enjoyed such treatment. Don't you know the principle that riding a dog will make your pants rot?" The samurai Yingzhai curled his lips, "Foxes are also canines."

The wheels of the cart creaked, leaving two tracks in the muddy ground. Falgar cursed, "Fuck you, we don't have such principles in Mond. I think you just want to experience what it's like to be treated like a mule or a horse by a Grand Commander like me."

Frederica reminded with a serious face: "Be civilized, there are two minors here."

"I'm sorry." Farga admitted his mistake decisively.

"Is this okay?"

Paying attention to the wounded on the cart to prevent them from sliding off due to the bumps on the road, Amber whispered:

"When the Grand Master and Grandpa get together to drink, they always say things that are not allowed to be heard when they are drunk. Bishop Simon often cries while hugging the legs of a chair."

"Say things like 'Scarves are prickly but it's hard not to wear them', 'The hateful vixen is like scabies on the heart', 'Every Friday night meal is like a nightmare, it's better to eat a meal that will make a vixen faint'."

Little naughty Amber is very smart.

Being thrown into the mud was a punishment imposed by Frederica on behalf of the Knights of Favonius, but there were other punishments that could not be avoided.

For example, Bishop Simon, who automatically took over supreme authority when the Grand Master left.

He had the power to arrange the various knights, and naturally he also had the power to punish a trainee knight who left without permission.

Cripps' eyes jumped. "How could that be possible? Simon cares too much about his reputation. He wouldn't cry while hugging a chair even if he was drunk."

"Yeah." Frederica responded indifferently.

The samurai Yingsai smiled with his fox eyes: "How could Simon care about face? If he cared about face, he wouldn't marry into the family for love. Not to mention crying while hugging the legs of a chair, he might even cry while hugging a trash can."

"Makes sense."

Frederica gave more answers.

Cripps's breath hitched. "Fleur, think about it carefully. Talking nonsense is something you would do when you are drunk. Have you ever seen Simon come home drunk and unconscious in these years?"

Preparing dinner for the family on Friday night is a habit Frederica has developed in recent years, with the purpose of communication.

The attendant god Yingzhai smiled mysteriously and said, "If you are unconscious, you don't have to go home. For example, you can use the excuse that the church has some urgent work. Doesn't your West Wind Church manage some intelligence agencies? It's normal to have things happen at night."

Frederica's expression changed.

"Of course, there is another possibility. He took advantage of the opportunity of being slightly drunk to talk about his thoughts. In this way, he can have an excuse to quibble after being discovered." The attendant Yingzhai excitedly added fuel to the fire. "Think about it carefully. Has Simon ever come home smelling of alcohol?"

"Impossible, this is absolutely impossible! Who doesn't know that Simon likes Frey the most? How could he have any opinion about her in his heart?"

The samurai Sakurasai said earnestly: "Liking someone doesn't mean having no opinion. Alechino dared to do it when I was nine years old, without any regard for the law. This is also liking someone, but she just doesn't like to get along with me."

"Humans are contradictory creatures. It's normal to have some disagreements while loving each other."

"That makes sense."

"..."

I'm sorry, my dear friend Simon, I can't save you.

Cripps looked up at the sky.

I can't do anything!