0p0 Chapter 346 Rosalia
Chapter 346 Rosalia
Unfortunately, when they entered the Cat's Tail Bar, there was no pink-haired kitten standing in front of the bar counter as usual, reluctantly but forced to shake the curling iron.
With Diona absent, many patrons naturally lost interest in lingering and turned towards the Angel's Gift.
However, this was not necessarily a bad thing. Once the guests left, the smell of alcohol in the tavern thinned out considerably, with only the occasional lazy meows of cats and the exciting clanging of dice among the card players.
There is certainly reason to believe that the cat's vacation was to prepare certain "specific" material for better destroying Mond Winery.
However, it's best not to mention to Diona that the cats themselves are one of the biggest obstacles to destroying Mondstadt's brewery, otherwise... the outcome probably won't be good.
Mr. Eze, the steward of Château de la Dawn, should know more about this than most people in Grand Mondstadt.
"If you've come specifically to try Little Diona's special blend, today might not be the best time."
Miss Margaret, the tavern owner, timely put on a regretful and apologetic expression and helplessly shrugged.
"However, our shop also has some good dandelion wine. If you are interested, you may want to have a glass between card games."
Clearly, the absence of the top bartender did not stump the shrewd businesswoman, Ms. Margaret.
Mu Feng ordered a glass of dandelion wine. Since it was still early, he decided to kill some time in the tavern.
Just inside the door is the small counter of the Cat Tail Tavern, where the Black Cat Prince is sitting behind the counter as usual.
It leisurely wagged its tail, raised its head, and scanned the surroundings of the tavern, displaying an air of superiority.
Genius on the left, madman on the right.
The cat is in the middle; the cat is the emperor.
As he passed by, Mu Feng casually touched the ears of this "Cat Card Saint," then sat down on a cat-shaped sofa with his wine, comfortably leaning back against the cushions.
However, under the influence of "animal affinity," the little prince did not react excessively. He simply purred a few times leisurely and nodded lazily in the direction of Mu Feng.
That roughly means, "Human, you're quite something. I'm making an exception and allowing you to touch my noble head," or something like that.
This piqued the curiosity of the waiter, Shuyun, who knew that this young master's temper was not as good as it seemed.
Running away from home and skipping work was commonplace for him; apart from Miss Diona, practically no one in the tavern could control him.
As for wanting to touch it... if it's a stranger, you'd better be prepared to have a few more claw marks on your arm.
Could it be... that the Little Prince is in a good mood today?
Shuyun plotted in her mind, silently creeping up behind the Little Prince, and at the same time, silently extending her wicked hand.
He touched it too, so it should be... not dead, right?
Unfortunately, the result was a black cat with its ears perked up and its head snorting softly, and several gruesome claw marks.
Mu Feng, however, paid no attention to the commotion. At that moment, he was engaged in a tense and exciting game of Seven Saints Summoning.
A few days ago in Sumeru, Gavepita and Gulab gave him a new set of cards, which were said to have borrowed some elements from Nata from the adventurers who had just returned.
As time went on, the card players fighting in the tavern gradually sensed that something was amiss.
Both those who knew how to play cards and those who didn't fell silent. What did you mean by saying that your Mountain King's health was the sum of my three cards?
Mu Feng calmly played his last card, "Harvest Time." All he could say was, "Sir, times have changed."
Steamed buns, you don't like the steam? Sorry, this is a blind spot in the game mechanics. You can go talk to my numerical design team.
Reaching out a hand isn't an apology; it's a sign of friendship, and you still need to keep practicing.
So, after losing more than ten games in a row, the Mondstadt card players quietly packed up their decks and left.
The dignity of the card dealers must not be trampled upon! Go to Xumi! Thirty years of fruit wine from the east of the lake, thirty years of fruit wine from the west of the lake, don't underestimate the card dealers' poverty!
As for how, after some time, the bewildered Gulab and Gavevidha inexplicably received several huge orders from Mondstadt, that's another story.
At least for now, Mu Feng left the tavern with a satisfied heart. Alas, there's nothing he can do; invincibility is just so lonely.
After getting a Fisherman's Toast and Sweet Flower Chicken from the Deer Hunter's Tavern, Mu Feng planned to return to the inn to rest early.
After all, tomorrow I'll be waiting on the road to Mondstadt to spot a blonde girl and her white-haired retinue.
Although following Yingmei would significantly increase the chances of being wanted in every country, the doctor said that his teeth weren't very good, so he should eat soft food that suited his taste for the time being.
However, just as Mu Feng handed Mora to Miss Sarah and turned to walk towards the inn, an unexpected event occurred.
This feeling... no, is someone following him?
The counter-surveillance training at the Hearth House came in handy at this moment. Mu Feng keenly sensed a faint feeling of being watched from behind. Although it was very weak, it was definitely there.
Turning around, you see Mondstadt's small fountain square. The night is still early, and the streetlights are not bright enough to illuminate the distant scenery.
Blind Grace sat on a bench, praying with her hands clasped together. The crowd gathered and dispersed, and there was nothing particularly noteworthy about her.
Mu Feng remained calm, picked up the bag containing the food, turned around, and sure enough, that feeling of being spied on reappeared.
The wind traced the path of sight, and the invisible breeze pointed to an inconspicuous alleyway to the left and behind.
The place was filled with empty barrels, and with the wooden sign of the Deer Hunter's Restaurant obstructing the view, it was almost impossible for an ordinary person to notice it.
And in the shadows behind that barrel, a pair of pale wine-red, somewhat languid eyes were watching in that direction.
Rosalia? What's she doing here?
I've been in the city for less than half a day and haven't done anything out of the ordinary that would attract attention. Why would this nun, who always operates in the shadows, suddenly target me?
But in that brief moment of distraction, Rosalia seemed to sense something was amiss and quickly disappeared into the alley.
The feeling of being spied on disappeared, but Mu Feng didn't feel much relief. Instead, a cloud of doubt once again pressed down on his heart.
We should be more careful with our next actions.
Back at the hotel, Mu Feng hastily ate a few bites of dinner before lying down on the bed, gazing at the windmills turning outside the city walls.
The windmill in the night resembles a giant beast, crouching in the distance, half its body hidden in the bottomless darkness.
As I recalled the experience, the fatigue of the journey gradually overwhelmed me, and in this half-dreaming, half-awake state...
[Ding! A new round of simulation preparations has been completed. Host, the Life Simulation System is at your service!]
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