I, the Geo Archon Morax with 2.1 Billion Mora, Have Joined a Chat Group [53]

Mondstadt, Windrise, beneath the great tree.

The bard stood silently, gazing up at the massive tree.

At some point, a gentle breeze began to blow, carrying with it the scent of Mondstadt and Windwheel Asters, a fragrance so soothing it could melt the heart.

The Traveler watched quietly, her gaze fixed on the god before her, now bereft of his Gnosis.

"The wind between the branches feels nice—it has the scent I like," the god said, laughing lightly. "Funny how I always seem to say this when things aren’t going my way, don’t I?"

The Anemo Archon turned his head, offering the Traveler a mischievous grin.

The Traveler ignored his attempt at humor and instead asked seriously, "What is a Gnosis?"

The wind god hesitated for a moment, then began to speak. “Hmm… it’s not something I’d normally share with mortals. But… I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to tell you…”

They spoke for a time about the Gnosis, the Tsaritsa of Snezhnaya, and her Harbingers.

However, the god soon shifted the subject—as if reluctant to dwell on the topic of the Tsaritsa.

“Oh, by the way, Traveler, if you intend to meet all seven Archons, your journey will be fraught with challenges. Perhaps you should start with Mondstadt’s neighbor—Liyue. The Geo Archon there is quite different from me. Each year, he delivers a divine oracle that guides Liyue’s course for the year.”

“Well, that already sounds more responsible than someone we know,” Paimon muttered without hesitation.

“Ahaha~!” The wind god scratched the back of his head, deflecting the jab with a typical sheepish laugh.

He continued, “By the way, Liyue’s annual Rite of Descension is about to take place. If you miss it, you’ll have to wait another year.”

“Oh no! We can’t miss that, Lumine! Let’s get going!” Paimon exclaimed, suddenly flustered.

The Traveler was about to rise when the wind god called out to her again, “Wait, Outlander who catches the wind.”

She paused mid-step. The usually quiet Lumine, known for her few words, replied softly, “Are you calling me?”

“Yes,” Venti nodded.

Placing a hand on his shoulder, he said, “Traveler… when you set out on your journey again, don’t forget the meaning of the journey itself. The birds, the poetry, and the cities of Teyvat; the Tsaritsa, the Fatui, and the monsters—these are all part of your travels.”

“The destination doesn’t mean everything. Before you reach the end, use your eyes to take in this world…”

“Venti…” Lumine spoke his name softly, her gentle voice carried by the breeze beneath the tree.

…And of course, I’ll make sure to observe the cute girls of Teyvat too, she added silently.

Barbara, Fischl, La Signora…
Their elegant figures…
I’ll take a good look.

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"Achoo!"

The Fatui Harbinger known as La Signora, dressed in her signature revealing attire, let out an unexpected sneeze.

“According to Liyue’s traditions, that means someone must be thinking about you, Signora,” remarked a well-dressed man seated across from her. His handsome features and composed demeanor gave him an almost divine appearance. He sipped his drink leisurely.

“Hmph! Snezhnaya has no such customs, Geo Archon.”

Signora replied with a scoff, unwilling to indulge his pleasantries.

Zhongli, unbothered by her haughty tone, merely sipped his wine. The contract he had forged with the Tsaritsa had already taken effect; now, all that remained was to await its fulfillment.

Her presence here was also part of that contract.

“I need to revise my contract with the Tsaritsa,” Zhongli said calmly, stating his purpose for this meeting.

“What?” Signora’s demeanor changed in an instant. She rose abruptly, her sharp gaze fixed on Zhongli as the elemental energy granted by the Tsaritsa began to gather around her.

“The contract’s ultimate purpose will remain unchanged,” Zhongli explained, ignoring her gathering power as though it were a child’s tantrum.

“However, certain details require renegotiation.”

After all, he was the one initiating the revision; it was only proper to explain himself clearly.

“Such a matter is not for me to decide.” Signora’s tone was cold and unyielding.

“Contracts are not immutable,” Zhongli responded evenly. “As long as fairness is upheld, revisions should not pose an issue.”

Signora shook her head firmly. “If this is the only reason you summoned me here, I’ll be taking my leave.”

“Stop.” For the first time, Zhongli’s voice carried the weight of command.

Signora, about to scoff and turn away, found herself frozen in place.

Her body refused to obey her will. She could not move, could not turn, could not even blink. It was as though her very body had forgotten how to act independently, yielding entirely to the Geo Archon’s command.

“Return. Sit.”

At Zhongli’s words, her body moved against her will. She returned to her seat, assuming her usual posture.

This time, as she raised her head, her eyes met Zhongli’s.

Golden light radiated from his gaze, an overwhelming power that dwarfed the might of any other deity she had encountered. For a fleeting moment, she saw the vision of a seven-headed dragon coiling through the heavens. If not for her unshakable faith in the Tsaritsa, she might have thought Zhongli’s strength far exceeded her queen’s.

Even this brief glimpse of his true power was too much. Her body and soul buckled under the strain, and blood-red tears streamed from her eyes.

Seeing her state, Zhongli furrowed his brow and withdrew his power.

“Signora, present my proposed amendments to the Tsaritsa for her consideration,” Zhongli said, his tone as composed as ever.

“The Gnosis will be handed over as promised. However, your cooperation will be required to carry out the necessary arrangements.”

“This is part of our contract.”

“Geo Archon… Morax…” Signora uttered his name slowly, each syllable draining her strength.

“Yes, I am here, Signora,” Zhongli replied, unhurried as ever.

“Please have your Tsaritsa give it some thought.”

With that, Zhongli rose gracefully and left the restaurant without a trace of hesitation.

As he departed, he left her with a single comment.

“The Sweet Madame served at the Liuli Pavilion is made with specially cultivated Sweet Flowers. Its sweetness is high, and while it tastes light, eating too much can lead to weight gain."

Take care, Signora.”

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T/N: daaaaaaaamnnnn

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