Who can tell me why so many artifacts and weapons that should have been buried in history are now not only appearing together in the office of the Grand Master of the Knights of Favonius but have also been restored to their prime?
What on earth are those powerful weapons I’ve never seen before?
Why do they feel so similar to the aura of my old friend Dvalin?
And that pile of Dvalin’s Tears—you didn’t catch Dvalin, lock him in a basement, and beat him every day to collect these, did you?
That’s not right either.
Given Dvalin’s current condition, even if he shed tears, they would be droplets filled with toxins and the Abyss.
Or is it that I wasn’t hungover for just one night, but actually for a whole week?
During this time, Acting Grand Master Jean led her subordinates, successfully captured Dvalin, and cut him into pieces?
Are these weapons made from materials from Dvalin’s body, and the tears left by a pained Dvalin after the Abyss pollution was removed?
No, no, no, that’s too crazy no matter how you look at it.
So, out of curiosity, Venti “learned” a bit about the situation from the breeze lingering here.
Naturally, he also learned the news Amber had shared, which he had obtained from another so-called Teyvat in a dream.
Unlike Amber, who still thought Ren was an immortal, Venti, looking at the pile in front of him, clearly elevated the other party to the level of the Four Shades, or even a Descender beyond that level.
Not all Descenders were like the blonde twins; at their peak, even the two of them together couldn’t defeat the Sustainer of Heavenly Principles.
In Venti’s view, Ren was clearly the kind of powerful Descender who could rival the world.
Because Venti could easily analyze and recognize that the treasures that being had casually thrown to the little bunny Amber were not from Teyvat’s own internal stock.
Instead, he was using some unknown power to read Teyvat’s own information and, on top of Teyvat’s existing and dwindling stock, created an increase out of thin air.
One must know that the entire continent of Teyvat is an eggshell structure cut out from a complete planet.
Because of the passage of time and long-term turmoil, its overall “existence” is constantly decreasing.
This is the most fundamental and essential reason why Teyvat is heading towards destruction.
And now, you’re telling me an angel investor, just because he took a fancy to our sales girl, generously tipped such a huge pile— Well, although I’ve been male from the start, a wind spirit can compromise a little.
Whatever kind you like, it’s not impossible for me to transform directly.
“What a generous being.” After a bout of wild thoughts, even almost considering a transformation, Venti shook his head and finally calmed down.
It wasn’t Venti’s fault for being so restless.
He knew that Teyvat’s internal structure, sealed like an eggshell, was a last resort.
After all, given the external environment, if the Heavenly Principles hadn’t sealed Teyvat off, this continent would have been finished hundreds or thousands of years ago.
But over the years, the fact that the interior of Teyvat is increasingly unable to hold on is also an undeniable truth.
Why did he recently agree to the proposal of that Tsaritsa in the north, deciding to put on a show to give away the Gnosis even at the cost of some price and dignity?
It was because he didn’t want to sink bit by bit into the most hopeless future in despair; he wanted to struggle even if it meant eventual destruction.
But— “If I had known earlier that there was such a generous Descender, why would we still be putting on a show?!” Venti was a bit frantic.
Heaven knows, for any system with continuous entropy increasing to zero, such a generous being who gives to the closed system and injects extra power is an angel investor that world managers wouldn’t dare to dream of.
Not to mention, Teyvat’s situation has worsened to the point where the Sustainer of Heavenly Principles has shamelessly forced Descenders to stay to prolong Teyvat’s life.
Venti could guarantee that if the Sustainer of Heavenly Principles knew there was a generous Descender like Ren, let alone one Amber, she wouldn’t hesitate to push all the cute girls in Teyvat into his arms.
Even whether that Sustainer would dress herself up and step in was a toss-up in Venti’s eyes.
“Lord Barbatos?” Perhaps because Venti had been looking at the pile of artifacts and weapons Amber brought out for too long, his expression too dazed, and most importantly, his eyes were turning a bit green, Jean called out somewhat uneasily.
Venti was snapped back to his senses, calmed down, and then asked: “Oh, I’m fine.
By the way, where were we?” “We were talking about how to save the Guardian of the East.” Jean wisely did not mention his previous loss of composure.
“Ah, Dvalin.
Yes, yes, it was originally going to be very troublesome, but—” Venti picked up a lyre from the ground that looked like the Holy Lyre der Himmel, and with the other hand, he grabbed four or five of Dvalin’s Tears.
He spoke in a drawn-out tone, putting on an act.
Things were changing a bit fast, and he also needed some time to think about how to modify his plan.
“I’ve never fought a battle with such abundant resources.
Don’t worry, Dvalin will definitely wake up.
I said it.
If he doesn’t wake up, I’ll pelt him with these teardrops until he does.” With so many purified tears filled with high-quality Anemo power, Venti was now confident he could remove two spots of poisonous blood pollution from Dvalin at once while ensuring his own safety.
This way, he wouldn’t even need to go to Windrise to recover by sleeping afterward.
He could just pop two teardrops, ensuring he’d be spirited enough to immediately fight another Khaenri’ah War.
Well, let’s forget about something on the level of the Khaenri’ah War that shook the very existence of the Teyvat continent.
Let’s be a bit more stable.
“But indeed, it’s best to let Dvalin be a bit more well-behaved first.” Venti looked at another pile of “armaments.” Unlike the Knights’ elites present who thought that the artifacts and divine weapons provided by that being named Ren were meant to arm them to subdue Dvalin.
Venti saw the other party’s intention at a glance.
To subdue the current Dvalin, there was no need for such overkill.
The knights present, plus his divine support, would be enough.
Not to mention the information advantage, which could avoid possible oversights in the original future.
So subduing Dvalin was never the problem the Knights and Venti had to face.
The problem was to resolve the Abyss pollution on Dvalin several months before the blonde twin Traveler came to Mondstadt.
And in Teyvat, besides direct power like elemental energy, in fact, memory and will are also a type of power, and a very high-grade one at that.
Haven’t you seen the Aranara of Sumeru?
Tiny as they are, they can burst with miraculous abilities by relying on memory.
And those Gods of Natlan, by Burning souvenirs containing memories and will, can burst with top-tier God-level strength even during low periods.
Even more broadly, all intelligent life in Teyvat lives their lives according to the fate planned by the Heavenly Principles under its will.
This is also a manifestation of the power of will and memory.
These artifacts containing precious past memories and the lofty weapons containing the will of their former masters are the best anti-Abyss consumables.
“Of course, usually no one would be so extravagant as to use these artifacts and weapons as consumables.” They were originally unique items, and most of them had become dull and lusterless through the long passage of time.
The original reality was that it was impossible to use such an extravagant method; it was the most ideal way to deal with the Abyss that could never be realized.
But now, just to make a little girl like Amber happy and to avoid the minor trouble of Mondstadt’s trade routes being cut off, the other party had generously brought out so many precious collections.
And it was extra, surplus power relative to Teyvat.
“I was originally hesitating whether to follow the script—but considering the other party’s feelings, let’s accept his kindness.” Because Ren’s existence was truly too important for the currently crisis-ridden Teyvat.
Venti also dropped his usual unreliable disguise and his original riddle-maker state, basically stating everything that could be said very clearly.
Heaven knows, he was even prepared to pull the Traveler into the mess and form a bond with Mondstadt, but now, considering Ren’s feelings, Venti decided to speed up the process.
As for the Traveler, well, there would always be a chance to establish a relationship.
At worst, he could hold a Ludi Garpastum or something and invite them to celebrate the festival together; that’s also a way to form bonds and leave memories.
After hearing their deity’s account, the knights in the Grand Master’s office looked at each other.
It was Amber, who had become accustomed to accepting big news over the course of the day, who reacted first.
“Uh, so, does Lord Barbatos mean that the ‘futures’ I saw were actually also under your arrangement?” Venti waved his hand.
After the burden was suddenly lifted, he appeared very relaxed: “Just call me Venti.” Then he let out a rare sigh and carefully revealed some of the situation that could be told.
After all, he wasn’t a noble Descender.
As humble as he was, this little God of Winds would also be educated by the unreasonable and overbearing Heavenly Principles if he said the wrong thing.
“There are many reasons for this.
In short, I originally needed to put on a show.
This was the only way I could save my friend, save Mondstadt, and save Teyvat under the current circumstances.
After all, whether it’s the plan of our neighbor the Tsaritsa, or that Traveler we’re about to meet again—” After considering his words, Venti didn’t go into detail.
But at this moment, seeing their deity’s mysterious expression, even Amber could tell that there were deep secrets involved.