0p0 Chapter 399 The Eve of the Wind and Flower Chapter
Chapter 399 The Eve of the Wind and Flower Chapter
The excitement continued until late at night before gradually subsiding, not because the hunters had had their fill, but because...
Mu Feng, holding little Diona's hand, looked at the hunters who had collapsed on the ground, clutching their wine bottles and barrels, and sighed, rubbing his forehead.
With the wind god above, he knew it would end like this.
Mondstadt is often described as a city of poetry and wine. Whether the first half is true or not, the second half is definitely true.
He's very introverted; he doesn't say he can't drink, he just keeps drinking.
Bottles, barrels, and glasses were scattered all over the ground. Mu Feng picked up the somewhat bewildered kitten and looked around for a place to put its feet.
This is no easy job, since you might accidentally step on someone's arm or leg from time to time.
Of course, the victims are unlikely to protest.
Today, the hunters spent the whole day hunting, and most of them drank strong liquor, which was no less dangerous than dying in the afternoon.
One cup and you're drunk; two cups and you're knocked out; three cups and you're good for morning, noon, and evening.
Diona buried her face in Mu Feng's arms, feeling very uncomfortable from the pervasive smell of alcohol in the air.
She hates this drink, not only because it makes everyone she knows feel like a stranger, but also because some people might take advantage of her dizziness to tug at her tail!
The kitten was a bit agitated. If Mu Feng hadn't reacted quickly and brushed aside the hand that a drunk hunter had reached out, the other man would now have a row of bloody bite marks on his hand.
Mu Feng gently touched Diona's ear to comfort her, then kicked aside a wine bottle blocking his way.
He didn't drink, after all, every glass offered to him was met with a fierce glare from the cat beside him.
After much effort, they finally found Dulaf, who was completely drunk, among the few people who were still able to move.
At this moment, the hunter chieftain, his eyes glazed with drunkenness, held the wine glass upside down and mumbled "another cup," ignoring Mu Feng's attempts to wave his hand in front of his face for a long time.
Well, he listened to nine out of ten of the things the man told him to drink less before the party, but didn't listen to the last one.
In order to preserve Uncle Duraf's rare image in Diona's eyes, Mu Feng cleanly and decisively knocked out the Hunter Chief, who was still in a semi-conscious state, with a chop to the neck.
If he were to wallow in the mud like the two men next to him, Uncle Dulaf could just move to another country.
See, he even has to thank us when he wakes up.
Mu Feng dragged the unconscious Dulav back to his room. As for the other hunters, the ley lines in Qingquan Town didn't require any protection from the cold, so he knocked on each door to inform them to come and get their people.
As for whether he would face a washboard or a thorny berry after returning home, he didn't know, and he didn't dare to ask.
After coaxing Diona to sleep, Mu Feng returned to the hotel. The night breeze actually helped him shake off his sleepiness.
After the campfire went out, Qingquan Town was completely enveloped by night, and silence became the main theme of this nocturne.
The lights in the hotel were already off. The owner had just been taken back by his wife and wouldn't be back for a while.
Mu Feng went upstairs, washed up, and lay down on the bed, staring blankly at the old crack on the ceiling.
Once the atmosphere of the gathering was gone, the lingering unease from the afternoon crept back in like a venomous, damp snake.
He couldn't pinpoint exactly what went wrong.
But just like forgetting to bring Barbara the spicy drink she had asked for so many times, there was always a bad feeling about it.
This feeling usually stems from the fact that he overlooked some important detail, which is exactly what his job as a member of the orchestra is to do.
The image of a knight named Morse flashed through Mu Feng's mind, and his pupils suddenly contracted as he sat up straight.
When he was escorting the drunk hunters home one by one, he didn't seem to see Morse among them.
Did he leave first because he couldn't hold his liquor? Or...?
They chose a time when no one was paying attention.
While it's not very chivalrous to doubt one's colleagues, the Grand Master's plans and an infiltration squad are at stake, so being cautious is always the best course of action.
Mu Feng got up, but he didn't intend to go to their door in person, because going there now would be like stirring up trouble.
He first wrote a letter to Diluc, inquiring whether the knight named Morse was still in office.
The hotel's carrier pigeons disappeared into the night with the letter, but Mu Feng's mood was far from relaxed.
Hopefully he's overthinking it. After all, the idea of a traitor within the Knights is unbelievable.
Barbatos above, in Diluc's words, what's the difference between this and mixing apples into grapes for making wine?
He slept fitfully with mixed feelings until the next morning, when Diona woke him up.
The kitten was still sulking with Dulaf. Knowing he was in the wrong, the hunter chief apologized all morning to no avail, so he had no choice but to lead the hunters, who had also been given a good talking-to, off on a hunt.
Little Diona, of course, couldn't stay idle. Her plan for today was to visit the Windflower Festival market.
This is a tradition of the Mondstadt Flower Festival. In addition to local merchants, merchants from other countries also come here, bringing all sorts of strange and wonderful trinkets.
Of course, products from Inazuma are very rare.
However, if you go to the Sangmahabai caravan in Sumeru, as long as you pay enough Mora, you should be able to get what you want.
After all, they had an all-powerful merchant and his sister, a renowned adventurer.
Along the way, there were noticeably more pedestrians than yesterday, and most of them were not dressed as hunters from Qingquan Town.
"After all, tomorrow is the Flower Festival."
A vendor chuckled and handed the candied sunset fruit to Mu Feng, who then passed it on to the impatient girl beside him.
While Diona was taking small bites of fruit, Mu Feng took the opportunity to scan his surroundings but didn't find her.
There were plenty of adventurers and travelers, but no large caravans were to be seen.
After all, for large transport ships, it would be much more convenient to travel by water to the port of Jingfu in northern Mondstadt.
The few scattered teams carried only a few cartloads of goods, mostly handicrafts from Liyue.
Clearly, they were not the target of this operation.
"Give some to Mu Feng too."
Little Diona offered him a piece of candied sunset fruit, and Mu Feng subconsciously took a bite. Fortunately, it wasn't too sour.
Speaking of sourness, Mu Feng looked around but couldn't find the vendor who sold him Sunset Juice yesterday.
He strongly suspected that the vendor had added some kind of alchemical potion to the juice, otherwise how could the sunset fruit be so sour? It just doesn't make sense.
Just then, a carrier pigeon swooped down from the sky and landed steadily on Mu Feng's arm.
Diluc replied.
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