Teyvat Survival Guide

Chapter 150 His Majesty is Missing

Batta, who was on duty, heard the sound and looked over. After recognizing who it was, he communicated something with his new colleague next to him.

After his colleague nodded in understanding, he walked towards Wendy with a smile:

“——Hey, isn’t this our great bard? I was just about to go look for you.

"You disappeared in the blink of an eye during the Wind Flower Festival. Where did you go? There were too many people and you got squeezed—"

He paused before he could finish his words because he saw Wendy holding a pile of slime in her arms.

It's still wind type.

Suddenly, distant memories came back to my mind and washed away my mind in an instant.

He said with some difficulty:

"…Did you catch another slime?"

Samuel blinked.

…How come he’s an acquaintance again!

Wendy couldn't help laughing, waved her hand, and responded:

"How could that be? Apart from the slime specialty stores, there are no wild slimes in the city.

"This is the same one I had before. I left it in the West Wind Church for foster care because of something else. I just brought it back today."

Barta was confused:

"…The church still has the slime fostering business?"

The column on job division that I learned in the Knights’ Order doesn’t seem to include it…?

"Of course, he's in good shape. Look, he's a lot bigger than before, right?" Wendy lifted Samuel in front of Bartada for easier observation.

Barta bent down suspiciously, looking at it thoughtfully.

After a moment, he still didn't quite believe it and asked:

“…Are you sure it’s the original one?”

"Of course, why would I lie to you?" Wendy pointed and said, "Look at his eyes. Can an ordinary slime be so spiritual?"

Samuel cooperated by flapping the two little wings beside him and blinked at Barta innocently.

While Bartada was confused, Wendy continued to speak with a slightly complaining tone:

"The church did a good job raising him, but they didn't pay much attention to the little slime's psychological problems. When I brought him home, he cried out of grievance when he saw me."

Samuel: "..."

Lord Barbatos, you...

Samuel was about to complain when he saw Barta frowning with an expression that said "are you kidding me?", so he quickly cooperated and squeezed out two tears.

Barta, who witnessed Slime crying out of grievance, became increasingly confused.

His understanding of something seemed to suddenly collapse...

…this familiar feeling.

This time he believed it, this was the original wind slime.

After a while, he finally came to his senses, stood up and asked Wendy:

"…So, the reason you disappeared at that time was because you went to pick up this wind slime?"

Wendy hugged Samuel back into her arms, patted him, and shook her head, saying:

“The first position was too far away, I couldn’t see clearly, so I just tried to squeeze in.

"I picked up the little slime after watching the Wind Flower Festival."

In a sense, it's true... Samuel muttered to himself.

Hearing this, Barta shook his head helplessly.

Then, he noticed what Wendy had just said and asked with great interest:

"You squeezed into the Temple Square? Did you see His Majesty?"

"I saw it, what's wrong?"

Hearing him say this, Barta's expression became even more respectful, and his tone was full of pride:

"How is it? Your Majesty, do you still look so noble, so holy, and so gentle?"

Wendy hesitated for a moment before responding, "Well...it's OK."

Barta was confused: "What do you mean by 'okay'?"

Wendy chose her words carefully and replied:

"Your Majesty is quite noble, holy and gentle... But don't you think that it looks too unfree?"

The little slime in his arms, who was listening to how Lord Barbatos was fooling people, paused when he heard this.

…He suddenly understood why Lord Barbatos had emphasized at the beginning that he should relax.

Butta was also stunned when he heard Wendy's words.

Your Majesty... you seem too constrained?

When he heard this, Bartada's first reaction was to refute the bard who was talking nonsense in front of him.

…Your Majesty is a follower of Lord Barbatos, the God of Freedom. How dare the other party say that Your Majesty is not very free? !

What nonsense!

But before he could open his mouth, he couldn't help but think about it carefully in his mind, and found that... it seemed to be true.

In his impression, His Majesty always seemed to be holy, great and noble.

But when he first came to Mondstadt, he spent a short time with His Majesty.

Although it was only a few hours, Barta could vaguely feel that beneath His Majesty's sacred and gentle image, he was actually a flesh-and-blood person with his own emotions.

The other party was not as incomparably noble as he had imagined.

But in the end, he still imagined His Majesty to be what he had imagined himself to be, as if it was supposed to be so.

It seems that Your Majesty has always been bound by their views?

In order to meet people's expectations, Your Majesty must always remain the way people think of you.

…Can such a Majesty really be called “free”?

Thinking of this, Barta could no longer utter the two sentences he had originally wanted to use to refute Wendy.

He hesitated for a while, then whispered:

"…you're right."

Wendy looks like a frivolous guy at ordinary times, but I didn't expect that he is so thoughtful in such a place.

In this regard, he really needs to learn from the great bard.

Before he could continue to ask Wendy how to help His Majesty reduce his burden, his colleague on duty walked up to him and coughed twice:

"Mr. Mueller, we have almost finished patrolling this area. It's time to leave."

"...Ah, okay." Bartada nodded and turned to explain to Wendy, "I still have official business to attend to. Let's talk again when we have a chance, Great Bard."

"Good luck, Bartada." Wendy smiled friendly and then greeted the Knights of Favonius wearing silver armor beside him, "Thank you for your hard work on duty."

The Knights of Favonius also nodded politely and greeted, "I wish you a happy time during the Wind Flower Festival, traveling bard."

After that, Batta left with his new colleagues.

Wendy watched him leave and couldn't help but sigh to the little slime in her arms:

"I'm already on patrol the second day after arriving. It seems like the Knights think highly of Barta. Not bad."

After a moment, he realized that Samuel did not respond to him, and looked down in confusion.

Then he noticed that the other person was staring at him with those two big white circle eyes.

Wendy couldn't help but laugh, and patted the little slime in her arms, whose eyes were as big as copper bells:

"What's wrong? You've been staring at me."

Samuel lowered his head and unconsciously began to bubble again.

Lord Barbatos is so kind.

……

In the church district of Mondstadt, the European-style courtyard where Samuel lived.

After waiting for a while, Giuliana, who still hadn't seen His Majesty return, couldn't help but start to get a little anxious.

After the Wind Flower Festival celebration in the morning, His Majesty said those two inexplicable words to her, walked off the stage on his own, and there has been no news of him since.

Based on the content of the words, she thought at the time that His Majesty might have been summoned temporarily by Lord Barbatos, so she returned to the courtyard first.

After explaining everything to Captain Qin and he expressed his understanding and left, she had nothing to do, so she simply picked up the broom and started cleaning.

I thought His Majesty would be back soon.

But Giuliana had cleaned the entire house inside and out countless times, and even the rough marble tiles on the floor were almost polished to a shine, but His Majesty still did not move at all.

You haven't come back for such a long time, where has Your Majesty gone?

Thinking of this, Giuliana couldn't help but tighten her grip on the broom a little.

The events of the Abyss Cult a few days ago are still fresh in our minds, and there should be no one protecting Your Majesty at the moment.

In addition, there are many foreign tourists at the Wind Flower Festival, so there are many people and eyes.

...Could something have happened to Your Majesty?

Thinking of this, she quickly shook her head again.

No, calm down, Giuliana, calm down.

His Majesty said that this was the will of Lord Barbatos.

With Lord Barbatos here, everything will be fine.

As she comforted herself in this way, her inner anxiety finally eased a little.

But it has been such a long time, what on earth did Lord Wind God call Your Majesty for?

It can't be true that as His Majesty said, Lord Barbatos took him to the festival?

Thinking of this, Giuliana sighed helplessly, put down the broom, picked up the bucket and rag, and pushed open the door of Samuel's room.

She had cleaned His Majesty's room many times. Other places were fine, except for the area around the alchemy table, which was difficult to clean.

She didn't understand alchemy either, she only knew that whenever His Majesty had some new ideas he wanted to try, all kinds of strange stains would appear there.

There seems to be some alchemical residue there that hasn't been cleaned up... Let's try rubbing it again.

Thinking of this, Giuliana bent down, dipped the rag in the bucket, wrung it dry, and then stood up and prepared to walk into the room.

Then, he stood there in a daze.

——The clothes His Majesty wore at the Wind Flower Festival this morning were now spread out on the bed.

However, His Majesty was nowhere to be seen.

For a moment, all kinds of speculations came to mind.

Thinking of the Abyss Cult's previous failed crime, Giuliana's hands softened and the rag fell from her hands and fell back into the bucket with a puff sound.

Water splashed from the bucket onto the ground, soaking the carpet in front of Samuel's door.

But Giuliana had no time to care about that at this time.

After a moment, she finally reacted and hurried out the door, shouting anxiously:

"…The Knights, call the Knights!"

"——Something happened to His Majesty!!!"

……

——His Holiness the Pope, who had been rumored to be in trouble by his own nuns, was now strolling on the street in the arms of his god.

Samuel raised his head and looked at the sky which gradually changed from azure blue to orange red. He felt that the time he spent with Lord Barbatos passed so quickly.

It seemed like I didn't go to many places or do anything, but the sun was almost setting.

Looking back, if it weren't for Lord Barbatos, he might still be busy communicating with the wealthy businessmen and politicians in Mondstadt this afternoon.

Thinking of this, the little slime couldn't help but collapse and nestled in the arms of his own god.

It seems that I didn't do anything meaningful this afternoon. I just followed Lord Barbatos wandering around the street, turning around and looking everywhere.

Look at the flowers, the couples, the snacks, the scenery, the kids feeding the pigeons, the minstrels performing on the roadside...

Although I just looked and didn't buy anything.

…After all, I have no money.

But he still lived a very happy life.

These scenes, which he would not normally pay much attention to, inexplicably became interesting this afternoon.

Feeling physically and mentally relaxed, the little slime narrowed his eyes in peace and said with emotion:

“Today went by so fast.

"…It would be nice if I could be with Master Barbatos every day."

Wendy laughed when she heard his words but didn't answer.

But her eyes curved unconsciously and she continued walking forward while holding him.

After a while, Samuel suddenly found a group of passers-by gathered in front of a wall, chattering about something.

He couldn't help but feel a little confused:

"…Lord Barbatos, look over there, what are they surrounding?"

Wendy also looked in that direction, thought for a while, and replied:

“There seems to be a notice board of the Knights on the wall over there. Maybe the Knights have posted some announcement again?

"How about it, do you want to go over and take a look?"

Samuel nodded.

I guess it’s the announcement of the results of the activities that Captain Qin attended this afternoon.

He should have participated, but for the sake of Lord Barbatos, he postponed the invitation.

It’s a bit embarrassing to think about it, let me take a look.

At least I can understand it now. I can apologize to Captain Qin later.

Wendy then led him towards the gathered crowd.

As the distance got closer, the sound of people's discussion was carried by the wind to Samuel's ears:

"God of the Wind! Guys, this is serious!"

"Yeah, what can we do about it?"

"I guess it's that damn Abyss Cult's fault again!"

"That's right. I heard that this kind of thing happened a few days ago, but the Knights resolved it in time. They didn't post a notice, but just spread the news in the cathedral district."

"This friend is right. I have heard of this as well. It is true."

"…Oh my Lord Barbatos! Who would have thought that he would come again this time? I can't help but worry…"

"That's right, and it happened during the Wind Flower Festival. He was fine in the morning. Sigh... It's really hard to guard against."

Samuel was listening in a daze and bewilderment.

what?

What is the Abyss Cult, what is the Church District, and why were they all apparently fine this morning?

What happened? Why does everyone look so worried?

As if sensing his thoughts, Wendy approached and found an elderly man who looked like Mond, and asked politely:

"Grandpa, what happened? Why are everyone sighing?"

The old man sighed, waved his hand, and said slowly in his aged voice:

"The notice posted by the Order says that His Holiness Saint Samuel is missing.

“I heard that he was fine during the Wind Flower Festival in the morning, but he disappeared after the ceremony.

"Now, everyone is discussing whether it was the work of the Abyss Cult."

Samuel: Huh?