bullyxtreme Chapter 418 Vacation Consensus
Chapter 418 Vacation Consensus
A few days will pass in the blink of an eye, whether it's a white floating spirit or a gentle flick of a flying dwarf melon's tiny hand.
Everything in Mondstadt remained as usual, and life did not deviate from its original course due to the Grand Master's temporary absence.
The cheerful hymns in the church continued as usual, and the lights in the Angel's Gift continued until late at night.
Even the greeting from Miss Catherine at the Adventurers' Guild reception desk remained unchanged, always directed towards the stars and the abyss.
Well, of course, this is assuming it is not interrupted by external forces.
A rare moment of peace; even the wild Hilichurls were orderly nestled in their camps, enjoying vin and buka.
(P.S.: A helpful note from Qiuqiu linguist Ira Musk: vin: wine; buka: roast meat)
However, happiness is conserved; while some people live fulfilling lives, others are inevitably suffering.
For example... the acting leader right now.
It's said that a cook who doesn't aspire to be a raid leader isn't a good adventurer.
However, ideals are like blue inkstones, while reality is like walnuts.
The documents are endless, the coffee is never enough, and little things like lost cat notices keep popping up.
Life is all about rising early and setting late, leaving early and returning late every day. Coffee gets cold easily, but reports are hard to balance. Looking at residents' entrusted documents every day is like eating boiled black-backed bass one meal after another.
That's right, this is the application for the expansion of Miss Barbara's fan club.
Mu Feng expressionlessly marked a red cross under the approval column, then casually tossed it into the pile of documents beside him.
After ten days of dealing with documents in the office, his heart was colder than that of the old hunter from Qingquan Town who had been working for ten years.
If it's not a normal document that he approves of, he rejects it outright.
Picking up his coffee, which had already been refilled countless times, he finally began to understand the leader a little.
The questioning and understanding became a boomerang, which ultimately spun around like Thomas and hit itself directly in the present moment.
So, he just thought about it again.
Treating residents' painstakingly submitted requests so casually seems to be very inconsistent with the etiquette of a knight.
So, Mu Feng solemnly picked out the document he had just received, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it into the wastebasket.
Of course, there's a lot of personal grudge involved...
No one dared to speak up, and no one dared to ask.
Time flew by amidst the endless stream of documents, coffee cups were filled and emptied, and soon it was late at night.
However, for the many taverns in Mondstadt, this is only the beginning of the warm-up phase.
This is especially true of the gifts from angels.
The wind chimes struck the threshold with a crisp sound, followed by the creaking of the old door hinges.
Kaiya, who was sitting at the bar and idly playing with the cocktail shaker, lazily raised his eyelids.
"Welcome, esteemed... Oh, acting leader, what a rare guest."
The moment he saw the person who had just arrived, the bartender, who had been in a forced work posture, immediately straightened up and almost seamlessly put on a smiling expression.
"Good evening, Chief Secretary."
"Also, the report is not up to standard; rewrite it tomorrow."
Mu Feng ignored Kaiya's teasing and mercilessly slapped a document into the other's arms as he passed by.
Call your job when you work.
Kaiya's expression instantly fell. He had every reason to suspect that this was mostly a case of settling personal scores.
Retaliation! Absolutely, right?
Night has fallen for the Knights.
The smile wouldn't disappear; it would simply shift from Kaiya's face to Mufeng's.
Mu Feng sat down at the bar with satisfaction and accepted the chilled mint water handed to him by Diluc, who was mixing drinks.
The thought of someone else having to work overtime like him next week made the peppermint water in his hand feel much more refreshing.
Diluc pushed the prepared Afternoon Death in front of Kaeya, and casually tossed the rag used to wipe the bar onto the edge of the chair back.
The young cavalry captain took a bottle of cider from the ice bucket and elegantly poured himself a glass.
Then, the three cups gently clinked together.
"The Knights are on holiday tomorrow. A new batch of grapes has arrived at the winery, and my father is planning a small wine tasting."
"As for the invitation, Mr. Eze should have already personally delivered it to the Gunnhild mansion earlier."
Diluc patted Mu Feng on the shoulder, then seemed to suddenly remember something, shrugged, and added a comment.
"Oh, of course, if the other ladies have appointments, then just pretend I didn't say anything."
The scene of visiting someone in the church last time is still vivid in my mind.
Although everything appeared harmonious on the surface, the atmosphere among the girls in the ward was far from relaxed.
The eldest daughter of the Lawrence family, a prospective scout knight, an all-around maid in Mondstadt, and a chuunibyou (delusional) teenage adventurer.
He heard that there's a form of entertainment called mahjong in Liyue, and he thinks that someone's romantic entanglements are enough to fill a whole table.
He would rather go out of the city alone to wipe out ten Hilichurl camps than stay there for even a minute longer.
Ahem, therefore, a gentleman should give way to a lady.
The cavalry captain never backs down, unless a bloodbath lies ahead.
Mu Feng thought about his plans for tomorrow.
In the morning, I accompanied the little maid Noelle to her training session. Little Amy has booked a time for her at noon, and in the afternoon, it's Amber's turn.
If nothing unexpected happens, freeing up the evening shouldn't be a problem.
Mu, the master of time management, was planning this.
"Then I shall respectfully comply."
The glasses clinked together again to celebrate the consensus the three had reached on this rare vacation.
……
Meanwhile, on the other side, at Dawn Winery.
Night had completely enveloped the manor.
The kerosene lamp on the fence emitted a warm, orange glow, but it was only enough to illuminate a short distance from the mottled stone wall.
A middle-aged man dressed in elegant aristocratic attire stood silently by the window, gazing at the boundless darkness outside.
The lights were off, and the wine glasses were filled with dark red liquid.
He is the owner of Château de la Dawn and the current head of the Leygenfender family, Kripps Leygenfender.
The night is always so evocative.
Those desires, long buried deep in memory, only dare to linger under the cover of night.
Including those primal and most fervent desires of youth, which have faded with time.
Kripps looked at the knight's sword hanging on the wall.
Become a Knight of Favonius and solemnly swear the oath to protect Mondstadt under the wings of the wind god.
Even after so much time has passed.
Even though he is now successful and wealthy.
Even though... his children have now fulfilled this wish in his place, becoming excellent knights.
But when he thinks back on it again, he can still feel that surging excitement.
Just like when he first grasped the hilt of the sword.
A rare smile appeared on Kripps's lips, but it quickly turned into bitterness and helplessness.
He took the sword and stroked the nicks on its blade.
It's a pity... Fate is always ruthless and cruel.
The gaze of the gods has always been fixed only on a lucky few.
He was neither the possessor of the Eye of God, nor did he possess unparalleled talent like that of the Lion of Light, Erendel.
Gradually, the companions who set off with me could only be seen from behind.
Perhaps there's no point in continuing?
He asked himself this question and stopped walking.
Did you hesitate?
Have you ever regretted it?
Perhaps both.
But in the end, he went against the path of that spirited self who rode a horse, brandished a sword.
Now, all that remains is this increasingly stiff body and this sword that has long since lost its sharpness.
The dulled blade sliced through the air, leaving only a lingering, not-so-crisp, echo.
Shouldn't his distant dreams also be taken to the grave with him?
Even if you're unwilling, that's still the case.
Because he is just an ordinary person.
Mediocrity is the original sin.
but.
but……
What if... there were another chance to choose again?
A chance to start over.
The chance to put the sword hilt back on.
An opportunity to catch up with your past self.
From then on, he could stand proudly in front of the children.
Lead by example, not empty words.
Kripps clenched his sword, his gaze fixed on the headboard.
There, a sandalwood box sat quietly.
In the very center of the brocade lay a dark red glass ball, gleaming with an alluring luster in the darkness.
……
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