Chapter 42: The long-standing Windblume Festival! The story of the wandering troupe!

Hearing Luo Li sneered.

If it weren't for good luck, Mondstadt had the Gunnhildr family, a mainstay that had persisted for three thousand years without changing and kept its original intention.

If it were like Inazuma, where two of the three commissions were traitors, but without a Wind Archon to sit in town, it would have rotted away long ago.

Strictly speaking, Kamisato Ayaka could barely be considered a traitor who deviated from the Shogun.

Sure enough, any noble bloodline cannot withstand the erosion of time, except for the Gunnhildr.

"Alright, Dvalin, stop here."

Seeing the azure dragon beneath him approaching Windrise, Hearing Luo Li reached out and patted its head.

Since Venti didn't want to expose his identity, he, who didn't care, naturally followed suit.

With a long groan, Dvalin slowed down and then dived down sharply.

It could be seen that it was very happy to see Hearing Luo Li again.

Infected by this emotion, Hearing Luo Li couldn't help but show a faint smile.

Confirming that there was no one around, he and Venti descended with the wind at the same time.

"Hey, finally back!"

Landing like a child and even jumping, Venti patted his messy cloak and waved at the azure dragon circling in the high sky, "Thank you, Dvalin!"

"Roar!"

As the East Wind Dragon of the Four Winds, Dvalin had its own unique temple. After responding, it returned home leisurely.

"Let's go."

Venti straightened his hat and held a book he didn't know where he had pulled out, pretending to be a bard.

Hearing Luo Li followed his footsteps, stroking the jade pendant tied to his waist.

Immediately after, a Vision with a purple triple-tomoe pattern was placed in the middle of the jade pendant.

He was already used to carrying a fake Vision; he thought Makoto wouldn't blame him.

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Mondstadt City!

The entire city was located on Cider Lake, and the only way to enter the city was a wooden drawbridge.

It was surrounded by water on all sides; if the city gate were pulled up, enemies could only attack from the water and the air.

Now, this drawbridge, which had been operating for hundreds of years, was also faithfully performing its task.

The knights of the Knights of Favonius guarding the city gate had eyes like hawks, carefully examining everyone entering the city back and forth.

If they found anyone suspicious, they wouldn't stop and question them immediately, but would send people to monitor them secretly.

However, such things were rare; in this era, there were very few who held hostility toward Mondstadt.

Except for the descendants of the exiled old aristocracy, almost no enemies could be found.

Even if there were occasional people missed, Mondstadt also had forces hidden in the shadows, distinct from the Knights of Favonius standing in the light, responsible for solving them.

One in the light and one in the dark guarded Mondstadt, and basically nothing major had happened for a hundred years.

Even so, the two knights did not dare to be careless.

After all, if they were discovered by the Grand Master of the Knights of Favonius, the "Lion of Light" Arundolyn, and the Deputy Grand Master with the title of "Young Wolf," Rostam, they would inevitably be scolded.

Today, the two thought it would be the same as usual, with no abnormalities.

Until they saw a combination of a young man and a youth.

"That... should be a youth, right?!" the knight asked his companion hesitantly.

The other knight also couldn't identify him, mainly because the other party's feminine dress and delicate face were too misleading.

However, gender didn't matter; the attention of the two knights was focused on their waists.

There, an Anemo Vision and an Electro Vision were exceptionally conspicuous.

You know, Visions were not mass-produced goods; those who possessed a Vision could use elemental power with its help.

The key was that no one could explain how a Vision was born; it always appeared out of thin air, causing countless seekers who were not recognized to search in vain.

If the recipient was a good person, that would be fine, but if it was a bad person who obtained it... the consequences would be very serious.

The destructive power caused by a Vision holder far exceeded that of a mortal, not to mention if it broke out in the city.

The two knights looked quite serious, shook their heads at each other, indicating that they hadn't seen them before.

"So, they are new faces?"

"Should be right."

After confirming their identities, one of them left his post, seemingly to report the situation to his superiors.

Hearing Luo Li glanced at the departing knight and withdrew his gaze, not caring.

Since he was using the identity of a Vision holder, he had thought about being watched, but he didn't expect the process of entering the city to be so smooth.

He entered the city with Venti calmly, without being questioned or stopped during the process.

"Wow, so lively!"

Seeing the crowds coming and going in the city, Venti, who had just woken up from his slumber, opened his mouth in exclamation.

He didn't feel it when he was outside, but as soon as he entered the city, the noisy hawking and various conversations mixed together.

Although noisy, there was also a sense of peace of mind full of popularity.

Hearing Luo Li looked around a few times; the prosperity here was not much different from Liyue, but the architectural styles were far apart.

The windmills on both sides of the city turned slowly, bringing the convenience of wind power to the residential and commercial areas.

The bustling crowds mostly came and went in the taverns.

Mainly because Mondstadt's wine industry was developed, and the custom of drinking was prevalent.

But as someone in the crowd shouted, "The Windblume Festival is about to begin!"

The crowd seemed to stand still at the same time, but in an instant, nearly half of the people ran in the same direction.

"Windblume Festival?"

Venti, with sharp ears, had his eyes light up. This was a festival based on him.

When he chose to settle in Mondstadt back then, it was he who decided by throwing a Windblume.

Later, this tradition was preserved, and a grand celebration would be held on this day every year. The pure girl selected at the celebration would stand on a high place and throw down the Windblume for people to scramble for.

It was a bit like throwing a hydrangea, but those who got it would only receive the blessing of the Wind Archon.

"Hearing Luo Li, why don't we go take a look too!"

Venti couldn't wait to go; he didn't want to miss such a scene of witnessing the excitement in person.