Chapter 14

It also depicted Mondstadt as being in such a dire state that if they didn't work hard to maintain the Knights, they would be swallowed up by evil forces.

Many people were speechless and gave bitter smiles; even though the Grand Master had taken away so much of their combat power, it shouldn't be that exaggerated, right?

Forget it, forget it, just treat it as a novel.

However, after reading it, many knights tacitly bought several copies, treating them like treasures.

After all, the protagonists in the book all had real-life templates.

Who isn't a fan, anyway?

As for Noelle, she liked that book, *Fuuto Detective*, even more.

A knight hero guarding Mondstadt using a secret treasure containing the power of the Anemo Archon—it was simply too amazing!

Naturally, she also treated Fuuto as Mondstadt.

Moreover, the enemies in the book were actually able to extract the power of deceased gods and manufacture it into various products, selling them to the citizens of Mondstadt to create chaos and destruction.

How evil!!!

How could there be such a disgusting, bizarre, yet powerful force?

Fortunately, the real Mondstadt didn't have such enemies; otherwise, it would be too terrifying.

Seeing Noelle so curious, Ye Ruo just smiled lightly.

"It's nothing. Actually, my dream is just to be able to live a stable life, living days where I can just write novels."

"I-is that so?"

"Yes, and the progress on these two books is quite far along, so I plan to write a third one."

"The theme of the novel will start from the original Mondstadt, focusing on the story of the Lord of the Tower, Decarabian, and the Anemo Archon. I've already thought of the name: *Old Mondstadt: Chapter of the Eye of the Slain Lonely King*."

"Ah, Senior, you're going to write a new book again? Does that mean you'll be writing three at the same time?!! That's too amazing."

"And since it's the original story of the Anemo Archon, it seems like the current Mondstadt doesn't have much impression of the stories from that period. If you write it, Senior, it will definitely be very interesting!"

"It's alright."

Thus, Ye Ruo and the maid Noelle walked and chatted.

And while passing by a street.

Ye Ruo suddenly saw a very familiar figure in the crowd: a young boy wearing green robes with long, white-stockinged legs, looking like a bard, full of vitality and a whimsical style.

This made Ye Ruo's eyes light up. A white-stockinged boy?

Isn't that him?

So he instructed Noelle and followed him.

As for Ye Ruo's side, the novels he wrote were also bought by familiar friends.

At a tavern called "Angel's Share."

The owner of the tavern, a young red-haired man named Diluc Ragnvindr, held a copy of *Fuuto Detective* in his hands, flipping through it continuously.

He looked very serious.

As the owner of Mondstadt's "Dawn Winery," the man known as Master Diluc controlled most of Mondstadt's wine industry, and his influence was vast.

His wealth, reputation, and ability were not to be underestimated.

However, under normal circumstances, he only appeared here occasionally; usually, the bartender Charles and the others were in charge.

But today, he was alone in a corner of the counter, reading the book written by his good friend Ye Ruo.

His expression kept changing.

It was very complex, and his tone was also difficult to decipher.

It seemed the content inside made him recall past events.

"A museum that can utilize the remains of gods and add other materials to manufacture evil objects. Isn't this the Fatui and their Delusions?"

"Ominous objects made in imitation of Visions, heh."

Diluc let out a sarcastic sound; this was a lament for Delusions.

In the current Mondstadt, no one understood Delusions better than him.

No one.

Because his father, Crepus, had used a Delusion, and then died right in front of him due to the backlash of the evil power.

This also made the originally lively and cheerful Diluc an anomaly among Pyro Vision holders.

Cold and icy, often expressionless.

Looking at this novel now, Diluc couldn't help but sigh deeply.

"As expected of you, daring to write about such things and even turning them into a story."

"The Fatui will probably be furious again when they see this."

"But then again, we've clashed with the Fatui more than once; no matter how angry they are, it's useless, they can't interfere with you."

Looking at the story in the book, Diluc was very silent and felt conflicted.

In his view, this must be a story created by his friend based on his own experiences.

The protagonist in the book, his master, had also died long ago, yet he still acted as a hero guarding Fuuto—a masked knight, constantly fighting against enemies.

Wasn't Diluc the same, with his father dead, now returning and acting as the Darknight Hero?

It was just that this duo combination made Diluc feel strange.

A guy who could gather such key information, and yet was particularly close to him.

Could it be?!!

Wait!

Upon thinking of a certain guy wearing an eyepatch, Diluc shuddered and quickly shook his head with a dark face.

Impossible!

It absolutely couldn't be him!

(PS: Help! Is there really no one reading? Not a single recommendation vote. There's absolutely no data, it's miserably bleak. Please give some flowers, please give some recommendation votes, it's too hard.) ===== CHAPTER 16 =====