The Weapon Master Shall Never Die Bare-Handed in Genshin Impact [402]

"Kind friends and companions, come join me in rhyme…"

By the bonfire, the tall Honorary Knight danced, a red-clad little girl sitting cheerfully on his shoulders. He sang a song never before heard in Mondstadt, moving in rhythm with the flickering flames.

"Come lift up your voices in chorus with mine…"

"Come lift up your voices, all grief to refrain…"

A melody unfamiliar to Mondstadt flowed from Jia Changjiang’s lips.

Perched atop his shoulders, Klee swayed to the tune, clapping along as she danced with him around the fire.

"For we may or might never all meet here again."

"Here's a health to the company and one to my lass."

Jia Changjiang sang and danced, twirling away from the bonfire toward a nearby table. With a swift motion, he picked up a mug of ale.

"Let us drink and be merry, all out of one glass."

"Let us drink and be merry, all grief to refrain."

"For we may or might never all meet here again…"

His voice rang out, filling the air as he spun through the crowd, raising his mug in a toast.

Those familiar with Jia Changjiang’s antics grinned and lifted their own cups in return, drinking together with hearty laughter.

Even with Klee sitting on his shoulders, he moved effortlessly, his steps light and free.

Dancing as if he were alone.

Around the bonfire, glasses clinked in lively celebration. Adventurers silently polished their weapons. The inebriated ones roared in laughter. And slowly, the rhythm of the song pulled more voices into harmony.

Low at first, then growing stronger…

One by one, people joined in, and the bards plucked their strings, their music weaving through the night as the gathered crowd sang in unison.

Shall we dance? Come, let’s dance.

As the song ended, Jia Changjiang gently set the giggling Klee down before continuing to twirl around the fire, letting the music carry him.

Seated by the bonfire, Venti strummed his lyre, his gaze following Jia Changjiang as he played a lively tune.

Jia Changjiang let the melody fill his ears, downed the last of his drink in a single gulp, and casually placed the empty mug onto the tray of a passing barmaid with a quick clasp of his hands in thanks. Then, without pause, he danced on.

Moving through the crowd, he snatched a drink from an unattended table and took a swig.

"My fair lady, may I have the honor of a dance?"

As he twirled near the bonfire, he caught sight of Lisa stepping out from the library.

So, with the warmth of alcohol in his veins, he extended an invitation to a familiar face.

But it wasn’t just Jia Changjiang.

As the bonfire celebration carried on, others, too, were drawn into the revelry.

Stanley—the adventurer who had borrowed his late friend’s name—had been training diligently of late, his frame noticeably stronger. At this moment, he sat with a tankard of cheap ale in hand, captivating a group of wide-eyed young listeners with his tales of adventure.

The former Stanley… and the current Stanley.

Albedo, having been dragged down from his lofty perch, now found himself entangled in Klee’s relentless enthusiasm, pulled into the dance beside the fire.

And as the music swelled, more and more people gathered together, singing and dancing in a great circle around the flames.

Then, in the latter half of the night—

From the skies above Mondstadt, a massive shadow loomed.

A dragon appeared.

Stormterror, Dvalin, soared above the city, gliding through the night sky before descending.

His arrival sent a ripple through the festival, pushing the atmosphere to its peak.

The people of Mondstadt never could have expected that the East Wind Dragon, Dvalin, would show up at the celebration.

And yet…

"Hahaha… Dvalin! You actually came!"

Jia Changjiang, already tipsy from drinking, lunged forward and wrapped his arms around Dvalin’s snout.

Dvalin shifted uncomfortably but hesitated to simply shake him off.

"Come on, Dvalin! Have a drink!"

Jia Changjiang hoisted up an entire barrel of ale and tried to pour it into the dragon’s mouth.

Watching this unfold, Diluc’s expression darkened slightly.

He had agreed to Jia Changjiang’s request—providing cheap alcohol for the festival was manageable.

But…

Jia Changjiang never mentioned…

That the East Wind Dragon would be drinking it.

For Dvalin, a single barrel of ale was barely the size of a cup.

But at the same time, this was Dvalin—the East Wind Dragon drinking Dawn Winery’s alcohol could be a massive selling point.

Was this a loss… or a gain?

As the festivities continued, midnight passed, and the once-roaring bonfire slowly burned down.

For many of Mondstadt’s young men and women, the warmth of the fire provided just the right moment to confess their feelings to the ones they loved.

Even for those already married, this night of celebration deepened their bonds.

One by one, people began gathering their belongings and heading home.

However…

Some things were simply impossible to clean up tonight.

A massive crowd of drunkards lay sprawled across the tables, completely unconscious.

Even the ground was littered with people who had passed out from drinking.

"Forget it."

Some Mondstadt citizens, seeing their friends or family among the collapsed, initially considered dragging them home.

But after glancing at the clear night sky, with no signs of rain, they decided…

"Tonight was too good of a time. Let them sleep a little longer."

And so…

By the following morning, the area in front of the cathedral had transformed into a scene straight out of the depths of hell.

Bodies were sprawled across the plaza, tangled together in a chaotic heap. Moans of agony echoed from those suffering the wrath of a vicious hangover.

A true purgatory.

Diona, who had woken early to feed the stray cats, passed by the square and saw the disaster firsthand.

At that moment, her belief became even firmer—alcohol was an absolute evil!

She, Diona, would destroy Mondstadt’s wine industry!

And the first step… would be creating the worst-tasting drink imaginable!

As the morning sun rose higher, the festival’s remnants slowly faded, and Mondstadt returned to its usual rhythm of life.

As for Jia Changjiang…

He had gained quite a bit from this Windblume Festival.

Even though he still had no concrete way to reach Inazuma, he had managed to obtain valuable intelligence—direct information about the Raiden Shogun herself.

Wasn’t that reward enough?

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