Chapter 344: Chapter 346: The Young Bard

Genshin Impact: I’m The Envoy of Snezhnaya

Chapter 346: The Young Bard

It had been mentioned before that inside the Goth Grand Hotel, there was an Electro Cicin Mage who had lost quite a few cicins due to static electricity.

She had also caused quite a stir by mistaking pepper powder for Mist Grass Pollen.

Could it be… that this Cicin Mage was that very Electro Cicin Mage?

Well, aside from her, Bai Luo didn’t think there would be a second person capable of confusing pepper powder with Mist Grass Pollen.

Wait a second…

Since she had fed pepper powder to the cicins thinking it was Mist Grass Pollen, then the strange color of his noodles—could it be that Mist Grass Pollen had been mistaken for pepper powder and added into his bowl?

Thankfully, he hadn’t eaten it when he sensed something was wrong. Otherwise… who knew what might have happened?

“Whose subordinate are you?” Bai Luo asked.

“The… The Fair Lady’s subordinate.”

The Cicin Mage replied weakly.

Her voice was so soft it was almost inaudible.

But after hearing her answer, Bai Luo felt relieved instead.

If it was La Signora… she had notoriously high standards for her subordinates. Leaving this Cicin Mage stationed at the Goth Grand Hotel was probably because she found her clumsy.

Or perhaps merely allowing her to stay at the hotel was already leniency, considering her status was somewhat more special than that of ordinary Fatui.

“I’ll write you a note later. Go claim another batch of Mist Grass Pollen materials.”

Perhaps because of Ksenia, Bai Luo felt an instinctive fondness toward Electro Cicin Mages as a group, so he decided to help her.

After all, it was only a matter of saying a word.

“Lord Harbinger! Thank you so much!”

Mist Grass Pollen could either be collected from the Fatui personnel responsible for distribution or gathered personally in the wild.

Judging from how often her cicins died, the likelihood of her being issued more cicins and materials again was probably quite low.

And if she had to handle it herself…

With her eyesight, Bai Luo doubted she could manage to gather materials outdoors.

The most likely outcome would be her being beaten to death by wild cicins mistaken for an enemy.

Silly girl. There were so many things she could’ve done, why choose to join the Fatui?

Was this really an organization she could casually enter?

After sending off the overjoyed Cicin Mage, Bai Luo no longer had any appetite for noodles.

He had someone clean up the inedible bowl in his room, then lay down on his bed and fell into a deep sleep.

It wasn’t until past three in the afternoon that he finally stretched and got up.

When he opened the door, he noticed a food container placed outside.

Judging from the note attached, it was left by the Cicin Mage he had helped.

Apparently she had some self-awareness this time. Instead of cooking personally for Bai Luo, she had deliberately brought him a meal from the cafeteria.

The cafeteria food wasn’t particularly delicious, but it wasn’t bad either. Especially in the Goth Grand Hotel—essentially functioning like an embassy—with its ample funding, every meal was generously supplied with meat.

After eating and drinking his fill, Bai Luo decided to head out for a stroll.

Although he had promised Diluc that he absolutely wouldn’t stir up trouble on his own initiative—

If someone else came looking for trouble with him, that would be another matter entirely.

Originally, Bai Luo had planned to wander near the Knights of Favonius headquarters.

However, after overhearing passersby, he changed his mind.

“Have you heard? There’s a bard in the plaza daring to speak ill of Lord Barbatos.”

“Seriously? No way.”

“How could it not be true? People from the Church of Favonius are already arguing with him. But from the looks of it… the church might actually lose!”

“Let’s go, let’s go! I want to see what kind of bard would dare show disrespect to Lord Barbatos.”

Humans were creatures who loved a good spectacle.

And in Mondstadt, both “Barbatos” and “bard” were undeniably hot topics.

Under the buzz of excited onlookers spreading the news, Bai Luo’s attention was drawn as well.

“To openly argue with the nuns of the Church of Favonius and even dare to speak ill of Barbatos… could it be…”

Recalling what Noelle had told him before, a certain figure gradually surfaced in his mind.

The likelihood that it was him was very high.

Following the crowd to the plaza, Bai Luo finally saw the bard everyone was talking about.

“That’s utter nonsense! Lord Barbatos is the symbol of freedom. How could he possibly practice forging signatures just to prank the God of Wealth and Commerce?”

The nun had completely lost her usual gentleness and warmth.

She glared at the young bard holding a lyre, attempting to correct what she saw as his twisted logic.

“It is precisely because of freedom that one is unrestrained. If he represents freedom, wouldn’t doing something like that be perfectly reasonable?”

As his fingers brushed across the lyre’s strings, the young bard’s clear voice rang in everyone’s ears.

To be honest, the first time one heard that voice, it created the illusion that this person was born to be a bard.

Forget singing, just listening to him debate felt like basking in a spring breeze.

“Lord Barbatos’s freedom cannot be interpreted in such a way! Your disrespect will bring punishment from the God of Freedom!”

As a devout nun, all she knew was how to proclaim Barbatos’s greatness.

Faced with such a silver-tongued bard, she could only resort to such hollow warnings, hoping he would realize his impropriety.

“True freedom is like the wind brushing gently across the grass. It doesn’t restrict its direction just because it might tousle someone’s hair. So tell me… you, bound by doctrine, are you truly qualified to interpret Barbatos’s freedom?”

The young bard’s words completely defeated the devout nun before him.

She understood that continuing the argument would be futile.

Murmuring Barbatos’s name under her breath, she avoided the crowd and returned to the Church of Favonius.

It had to be said that the bard’s actions might have displeased many of Barbatos’s followers.

But they also left a deep impression on many others.

After this, he would likely win more business among his fellow performers.

“Bard! Tell that part again, the one about Lord Barbatos practicing fake signatures just to trick Morax!”

Compared to those who had already been there watching, the latecomers seemed especially interested in these tales.

After all, having grown accustomed to poems praising Barbatos, stories that believers would deem “disrespectful” felt novel and refreshing to many.

“Instead of that… how about I tell a story about the Tsaritsa? For instance… how Barbatos stole the Cryo Archon’s scepter and left behind a hilichurl’s club in its place?”

The young bard certainly knew how to stir things up.

Noticing merchants dressed in Liyue-style clothing among the crowd, he decisively shifted to a story about the Cryo Archon.

After all, there weren’t any—

“Hmm?”

A sudden chill made the young bard shiver.

That familiar sensation…

Turning toward the source of the cold, he spotted a figure dressed entirely in black standing within the crowd.

The man looked at him with helplessness written across his face.

And the source of that chill was something floating beside him, something resembling a Vision.

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