Genshin Impact's Incense Burner Of Liyue [616]

They say thoughts become reality—sometimes the universe answers your whims in the most unexpected ways.

Just like when you’re pulling for a character or enhancing a weapon. You go in thinking it’s just fodder, odds are slim, no way you’ll actually get anything worthwhile…

And then it hits. You pull something you didn’t want at all—and waste your precious luck in the process.

In that moment, you can't help but hate your own cursed hand.

But this time, Gu Sanqiu didn’t get the short end of the stick. Just as Eula crossed his mind, her voice rang out from the garden behind the Church of Favonius.

“Another one! I can still drink—come on!”

It was already nighttime. Even the faintest chirp of an insect was crystal clear to his ears—so a slurred, tipsy soprano like that was impossible to miss.

“Huh. Interesting. Drinking in a place under the Wind God’s watchful gaze. I mean, there’s no official doctrine banning it, but are we sure she’s not gonna get smacked upside the head by a lurking Windward Patrol?”

In a Church that revered Barbatos but didn’t know he was a booze-loving bard, even in wine-soaked Mondstadt, certain religious restrictions still existed.

Maybe that’s exactly why Venti never bothered pretending to be a devout follower and freeloading off Church wages.

Gu Sanqiu strolled leisurely across the rooftop and spotted Eula below, waving a wine bottle around in the small garden. Next to her, Barbara was frantically stomping her feet, clearly at a loss for what to do.

So that’s why she had the nerve. Turns out Mondstadt’s rising Church star was standing guard.

Gentle little Deaconess Barbara—always healing Mondstadters in subtle, quiet ways.

Be it the perpetually bruised and blushing Bennett or the currently plastered Eula. Though… where was Amber? Was the tsundere avoiding showing her vulnerable side in front of her?

Of course, it was also possible Amber had been sent out on assignment.

Eula was slumped over a small wooden table, half-lying across it with a bottle in her right hand, and Barbara’s wrist tightly clutched in her left.

Besides the poor priestess, it seemed the table itself was also struggling to bear the weight.

“Drinking in this spot… if someone snapped a photo and handed it to those ‘rationalists’ or bards, that’d make for some juicy headlines.”

Startled, Eula loosened her grip and instinctively reached for her weapon—only to breathe a sigh of relief when she saw who it was. Then she immediately grabbed hold of Barbara again.

“I’m not done drinking!”

“Please help, Teacher!” Barbara looked at Gu Sanqiu with pleading eyes. “Eula’s completely drunk and won’t let go—please do something!”

Gu Sanqiu gave his student a sidelong glance. “Didn’t she just let go for a second there? As someone trying to improve your combat skills, shouldn’t you learn to seize an opening?”

Heartless teacher! Still kicking me while I’m down? That’s just cruel!

Barbara ground her teeth, only to watch him pull out a jar of wine and set it in front of Eula.

“Today I’ll teach you something useful. When a drunk person with something weighing on their mind insists on drinking—don’t stop them. Don’t offer honey water or hangover cures. Just let them keep going.”

Barbara stared, dumbfounded. “That’s terrible for her health!”

“It is,” Gu Sanqiu admitted, “but if she drinks herself half to death tonight, the splitting headache she’ll wake up with tomorrow will teach her a lasting lesson. After that, she’ll know her limits.”

He gave a subtle, knowing smile. “A one-and-done solution. Isn’t that ideal?”

“Stop teaching me bad habits, Teacher!”

Barbara clapped her hands over her ears and ran off in frustration. She was beginning to regret ever calling him her teacher in the first place!

Everything she’d learned in the Church about kindness and propriety was being completely corrupted!

“But this is how adults handle things sometimes. Just a weary way of coping with life.”

Whether you drink a little or a lot, you’ll still have to face reality when you wake up. So why not indulge a little during the rare free moments? Not that there aren’t people who drink themselves to death.

It’s not about glorifying bad habits. But when life gets tough, who wouldn’t want to live healthily and happily? It’s just that some end up choosing to self-destruct on the road to survival—to quench thirst with poison, so to speak.

Gu Sanqiu snapped his fingers. A thick, solid chair made of Geo formed beneath him. He sat across from Eula, two small plates of food in hand.

“Hey. Wake up. I braved the risk of ruining my image in front of my disciple just to bring you more booze. If you keep sleeping, I’ll dump you in Cider Lake.”

Barbara rolled her eyes, cute and exasperated. Image? What image? It was long gone. She was seriously considering dissolving their teacher-student relationship right then and there.

“Tch. I’ll be fine. I’ll freeze the lake and skate back.”

“Skate? You think freezing the lake means you can swim through it? What, you gonna wriggle like a worm?”

Gu Sanqiu peeled back the wrap on the food. The warm aroma finally reached Eula’s senses, enough to jolt her halfway back to reality. At least now she was eating with her hands.

Which, strictly speaking, was a bit uncharacteristic for someone from a noble background.

Gu Sanqiu massaged his temples. “Barbara, grab a handkerchief. There should be some Windward Patrol around—actually, scratch that. Have them send word to Albedo and get Amber here instead.”

He’d considered using the Windward Patrol to deliver the message, but the risk of spy eyes was too high. Safer to trouble Albedo with the errand.

In Liyue, whenever things got tough, you asked his dad. In Mondstadt? You turned to the ever-reliable Albedo.

As for Venti?

Unless it was officially serious, don’t even bother. You were lucky if he didn’t make it worse.

If Venti were here, he’d probably start a mini wine festival on the spot—refusing to leave the table until everyone passed out drunk.

“No need. I’m already here.”

Amber appeared at the edge of the garden, hands on her hips, looking resigned. “I knew she was drinking.”

“Hehe… Amber, come join us. The wine Sanqiu brought is amazing,” Eula slurred with a goofy grin, alcohol dripping from the corner of her mouth.

Gu Sanqiu pointed at the mess. “This her usual routine?”

Amber sighed. “Something went down with her family. And with everything else going on, the Recon Squad got reassigned. Right now she’s basically… unemployed.”

“I’m not unemployed! I want work! Let me go to Dragonspine!”

Eula shot up from her seat, gripping the table with both hands to keep from collapsing. Credit to Gu Sanqiu for catching the table in time—otherwise she would’ve toppled right into his lap.

And as nice as it sounded to have a stunning drunk woman crash into him, he wasn’t in the mood to do laundry.

Plus, with Barbara and several Windward Patrol members watching, he had an image to maintain. And more importantly, he really didn’t want Eula waking up with a hangover and chasing him around with her Song of Broken Pines.

He liked having her as a drinking buddy, thank you very much.

Eula staggered into Amber’s arms.

“Amber… it’s so hard. I didn’t do anything wrong… so why does all this keep happening to me?”

“I’m tired. I don’t want to stay in Mondstadt. I want to travel. To get away for a while. Will you come with me?”

“I don’t want to be here anymore… I’m sick of fighting battles I can’t win, no matter how hard I try…”

Her voice faded. Maybe because in front of Amber, she finally let her guard down—letting slip the kind of thoughts that ran from reality.

Gu Sanqiu let out a long sigh and clapped his hands to draw everyone’s attention.

“Alright. I had a plan. A pretty good one, too. But looks like it’s time for a few changes.”

“What can I say—call it my good heart. Who knows? Maybe someone out there will even praise me for being soft on beautiful women.”

Time to revise the plan. He’d bring Eula into it.

He couldn’t stand to see a friend suffer.

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T/N: oooh whats the plan

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