Teyvat Survival Guide

Chapter 119 Firm Faith

"Hello, what are you doing?"

A clear and gentle boy's voice sounded from behind, making people unable to help but imagine how wonderful the owner of the voice must be.

However, Irene did not turn her head to look at the other party. She was still concentrating on stabbing the wooden stake in front of her, imitating the sword-wielding posture of Jean Gunhildr, the current acting leader of the Knights Templar.

That was her idol, the star in her sky.

Her current preparation is to pass the knight selection, then be promoted to captain, and then be promoted to deputy to Captain Qin.

Firm in her belief, she continued swinging her sword for a while before realizing that someone seemed to be asking her a question. She wiped the sweat from her forehead and responded, "Me?"

"I'm preparing for the next entrance exam to the Knights Templar," she explained, continuing to swing her sword at the stake with all her might, her eyes blazing with fire. "I want to be a knight like Captain Jean!"

The voice behind me stopped and there was silence for a while.

But Irene didn't care and continued to practice the sword skills she had secretly learned when she visited the training ground of the Knights' headquarters.

After failing again in her attempt to imitate her idol, Captain Gunhild's classic move "Wind Pressure Sword", she sighed slightly.

...Is it still not possible today?

Although Captain Qin's sword-swinging style gave every strike a feeling, she always felt that she could not achieve the same feeling as Captain Qin.

Just as she was feeling depressed, Irene suddenly heard that nice young boy's voice again:

“The posture was correct, but the force was not in the right place.

“You should first concentrate your strength in your calves, squat down, and accumulate strength.

"Keep your eyes on your target, and at the moment of thrusting, release the power stored in your legs.

"You need to use not only the force of your arms, but also the force of your legs."

Irene was stunned, thought for a moment, squatted down tentatively, held it according to the method he had just explained, and stabbed hard once, and found that it was indeed feasible!

Come, come, this is the feeling! !

Is this how it was solved? That's amazing!

Which knight order is this the Knight of Favonius? !

She quickly turned around to look at the boy behind her.

He saw the white-haired boy in front of him looking at him with a smile in his azure eyes. On his head he wore a silver crown inlaid with the same azure gems, which gleamed in the morning light.

Behind him stood a slightly plump nun with long brown hair and black clothes, who had a kind face.

She bowed slightly toward Irene as a greeting.

Irene looked at the white-haired boy wearing the crown, then looked at the nun standing behind the boy, and suddenly a person whom she had only seen in the newspaper appeared in her mind.

——The Pope of the West Wind Church and Lord Barbatos’ representative on earth, His Holiness Saint Samuel.

After a pause, she asked tentatively in an unbelieving tone: "...Your Majesty?!"

The white-haired boy wearing a crown in front of him smiled and nodded, saying affirmatively: "It's me."

Irene was stunned.

Just now... was it Your Majesty who pointed out the shortcomings of her swordsmanship?

She looked him up and down in disbelief, and saw only nobility, beauty, and gentleness in the young man before her.

He doesn't look like he can use a sword at all.

She originally thought it was some unknown Knight of Favonius. After all, he had easily pointed out the shortcomings of her stance, so he should be very familiar with Favonius swordsmanship.

What he ended up meeting was His Holiness the Pope of the West Wind Church.

Could it be that Your Majesty is actually very familiar with using a sword? !

After staring at him for a while, Irene reacted, looking nervous and excited.

She said excitedly:

“I, I know you!

"You are Lord Barbatos's messenger sent down from heaven, His agent on earth. You—"

Samuel raised his hand as expected, and Irene fell silent upon seeing this.

Then, she heard His Majesty return to the original topic:

"You were just imitating Captain Gunhild's 'Wind Pressure Sword', right?"

Irene nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

That was the move she admired the most. She felt that Captain Gunhild's move was truly heroic and spirited.

She practiced alone for a long time, but she just couldn't muster the same strength and determination as the piano leader, and she became discouraged many times because of this.

That’s why I was so excited when I used that feeling just now!

As she was thinking, she heard His Holiness the Pope continue:

"How does it feel to do it the way I said?"

Irene nodded immediately and said excitedly:

“I’ve been practicing for so long and never thought I could solve it this way, it’s amazing!

"Thank you for your guidance, Your Majesty!

"Praise be to you, Saint Samuel!"

Samuel responded to the compliment expertly, allowed her some more practice, then said goodbye and left with Sister Giuliana.

On the way, Giuliana asked curiously, "Your Majesty, are you also proficient in swordsmanship?"

"No, I actually only learned about this kind of force when I read a book. I only understood the specific situation after I saw her try it." His Holiness the Pope, who had perfect theory but zero practice, answered honestly.

After thinking for a while, Giuliana exclaimed sincerely:

"I see... Then Your Majesty, you are very impressive for being able to memorize so much knowledge and recall it immediately."

His Holiness the Pope, who was praised, smiled gently as usual on the surface, but in fact he was extremely happy.

Who doesn’t like others to praise them sincerely?

Thinking of this, Samuel's steps couldn't help but become lighter.

……

——Samuel walked down the street, and people saw him. As usual, many people ran up to him and praised him loudly:

"Praise be to you, Saint Samuel!"

But there are also some differences, for example, from time to time some believers who come to praise him will give him flowers to show their respect and love:

“This bunch of dandelions is for you. May you be as free as dandelions and drift in the wind!”

“This, this bunch of sweet flowers, is for you…! May you, may you live forever like the sweet flowers…”

"This handful of small lamp grass is dedicated to you, Your Majesty. Thank you for saving the wolf disaster in the Blue Wind Highlands. Together with you, they have brought us light and hope in the darkness."

"This bunch of Cecilia flowers is as pure and white as you are. It suits you very well. I hope you can accept it."

"..."

The flowers presented by the residents were accompanied by their own thoughts, one bunch after another, as endless as people's love.

Later, Samuel couldn't hold it anymore, and Giuliana took the initiative to help him hold it a little.

Looking at the increasing number of flowers in her arms, Giuliana fell into deep thought.

She had not noticed it before, but today she realized that His Majesty almost never refuses anyone who gives him praise or gifts. No matter who it is, His Majesty will never refuse and will accept them very seriously.

It sounds approachable and nice.

But His Majesty is the most prestigious person in Mond today except for Lord Barbatos, and there are many people who admire him.

It is impossible for Your Majesty to respond to everyone's compliments, and it is naturally impossible for Him to accept everyone's gifts.

Thinking about it, Giuliana said carefully: "...Your Majesty, I think you should learn to say no."

His Majesty, who was wondering "what does the raw sweet flower taste like", took a nibble on a flower bud curiously while no one was paying attention. Upon hearing this, he turned his head and looked at the black-robed nun behind him.

The handsome and gentle boy's face was slightly bulging due to chewing. When Giuliana heard him reply, she asked:

"'reject'?"

Giuliana was stunned for a moment and nodded:

“…Yes, Your Majesty, you understand that there are too many people who love you.

"You can't accept all the flowers that everyone gives you."

"How do you know I can't do it?" Samuel asked with a smile.

Giuliana choked and was about to use the flowers in her arms, which she could hardly hold, as an example, but the next second...

——The flowers in her and His Majesty’s arms were blown away by the breeze.

The wind lifted the flowers, disturbed them, and then wove them into garlands in the air that floated beside Samuel.

Everyone who presented flowers to him was contaminated by a bit of his elemental power, and now the flowers formed a circle and flew in all directions.

After a while, the passers-by who had left and presented flowers were walking on the street and were surprised to find a wreath of flowers falling on their heads.

Even a string of them fell on Giuliana's head.

As she was in a daze, she heard the noble Majesty say:

"You're right. I should learn to say no."

"But you know what? Lord Barbatos can remember the names of all the Mondstadt people. This proves His nobility and mercy.

“And I, Saint Samuel.

“I am His relative and His spokesman on earth.

“Even if I can’t be as great as Lord Barbatos, I should follow his lead and respond to the hearts of believers as much as possible.”

Listening to the loud praises and applause from passers-by and watching new people coming to present flowers, Giuliana could not find any reason to refute.

So she had to lower her head and slightly raise her voice and say, "Praise you, Saint Samuel."

Samuel nodded with satisfaction.

...In fact, he just made up what he said by imitating the attitude of those celebrities he had read in the books before. How could he be so broad-minded?

Of course he knew that he couldn't accept flowers from everyone. He took the bunch of windflowers at the beginning because he didn't react in time. Later he thought that since he had already taken them, he might as well take them all and take them back as alchemy materials.

However, since Giuliana said so, he realized that he was not short of these materials. At most, he could ask Teacher Albedo for them later, or apply for funds from Captain Jean to buy them himself.

But he couldn't just throw the flowers away, so he thought for a moment, and when he saw the wreaths used to decorate the Wind Flower Festival on the roadside, he made wreaths with the flowers in his and Giuliana's arms.

As he thought about it, he couldn't help but feel a little proud of his quick reaction and puffed out his chest slightly.

After a moment, he swallowed the flower bud he was chewing in his mouth, put his hands behind his back and continued walking.

Well...it's sweet even when eaten raw.

……

——Mondstadt, South City Association District.

The headquarters of the Mondstadt branch of the Adventurers' Guild.

The scarred, wheat-colored, white-haired boy with dark green eyes hissed, as if the wound was pulled by the pat on his back by the excited and enthusiastic old people around him.

However, he did not show any expression of great pain, but just scratched the back of his head embarrassedly.

"Alright, dads, I'm fine..." He comforted them, even though his body was covered in bandages. "I'm sorry to have made you worry for so long."

"There's nothing I can do about it. You know, I've always had bad luck. Who would have thought that I would be trapped in a secret place with chaotic earth veins for a few days, and end up spending several months outside..."

"Okay, okay, I get it. I will be more careful next time I go on an adventure and I will never let my dads worry again!"

"Don't worry, I'm fine!"

After saying goodbye to the adventurer fathers who raised him, Bennett walked out of the association's headquarters with a flaming passion for adventure.

As far as he could remember, he was still in the snowy mountains a few weeks ago, helping Mr. Seleus complete some finishing work for the snowy mountain special training.

After completing the mission, he was packing his bags and preparing to return to Mondstadt when he was swept to an unknown place by a sudden avalanche from the snowy mountains.

This was the reason why he was trapped in the secret realm.

As for being trapped in the secret realm for nearly three months, even he himself had a vague memory and could not give any detailed information.

The origin and location of that secret place were unknown. It was filled with traps and dangers. Bennett only remembered that it seemed to be related to the snow mountain civilization.

He explored around in the secret realm and was injured by the dense mechanisms inside. Scratches, fractures, dislocations, etc. were commonplace, and he could solve them all by himself very skillfully.

But then, he had used up all the adventure supplies he had with him, and the bandages were wrapped around and around, and the blood stained the white cloth until it solidified into a dark red, and the original color could no longer be seen.

Even so, he couldn't find the exit of the secret realm.

But the secret realm is still full of dangers.

At that time, feeling a large amount of blood flowing out of his body through huge and hideous wounds, Bennett lay on the floor and stared blankly at the ceiling of the secret realm, thinking in a daze:

Am I going to die here?

What exactly is death? Bennett, once again on the brink of life and death, couldn't help but think.

He knew that the best destination for Mondstadt adventurers was to devote themselves to the pursuit of treasures and the secrets of the earth, and then have their souls brought back to their homeland by the wind god.

From this perspective, death seems to be a blessing for Mondstadt's adventurers.

Especially like Bennett is now, trapped in a secret place and died on the road of adventure.

That would be the luckiest thing that could ever happen to an adventurer in his life.

——But fortunately, it has never had anything to do with him.

Then, in his chaotic consciousness, he felt that his wound was burned by some magical flame, which stopped the bleeding and saved him.

With his body almost twisted and deformed by the mechanism, he found the exit of the secret realm, but he could not hold on and fell into a coma. He was then discovered by a passing adventurer and brought back to the nearest city-Qingquan Town.

Well, after he woke up, he heard the group of adventurers complaining that the journey back was extremely difficult. They were either chased by wild boars or accidentally entered the camp of hill people and were driven away.

The same goes for the weather, either it rains or it thunders.

...Maybe it's because he opens his eyes drowsily from time to time.

After recuperating in Qingquan Town for a few weeks, he learned from the adventurers' stories that nearly four months had passed.

Two months ago, a dark disaster that would go down in history occurred in Mondstadt, which was subsequently cleared and rescued by three followers of the wind god summoned by Lord Barbatos.

Bennett had great respect for Lord Barbatos and his three followers, but he was not very interested in them.

He regretted even more that he was not able to personally participate in that disaster which was filled with danger, struggle and fighting.

Amid such disasters, there would also be opportunities and treasures, right? He thought so at the time.

Later, realizing that he could move freely, he said goodbye to the adventurers, took a ride back to Mondstadt, and reported his safety to the "dads" of the Mondstadt Adventurer's Association.

That is the scene now.

Recalling this, Bennett planned to take a walk around Mondstadt.

His injuries have not yet fully healed, and his fathers suggested that he go to church to seek treatment from a pastor.

But he didn't want to trouble others too much, especially the Reverend Miss Barbara, who had helped him too many times.

Besides, I have been resting in Qingquan for several weeks, so it’s almost time.

Instead of wasting time bothering others and recuperating, it would be better to take a look at the changes in Mond over the past few months.

Thinking of this, Bennett couldn't help but quicken his pace.

Mondstadt…

Benny's Adventure Team is back!