"Something more important?"
After hearing what Paimon said, Ying showed a puzzled expression on her face.
Is there something she forgot to do?
"It's dinner, dinner!"
Seeing Ying's reaction, Paimon kicked his feet in the air angrily.
"After flying with the Traveler for a whole day, Paimon is almost starving to death!"
The little guy touched his belly and sighed softly as he said this.
"But speaking of dinner..."
Paimon suddenly seemed to remember something, stroked his chin and began to think.
"...The red scout knight said he would treat Paimon to fried carrots with secret sauce..."
The little guy said angrily.
"Damn it! She actually lied to Paimon. Paimon is going to give her an ugly nickname!"
"Well, Amber probably just didn't have the chance to treat you to a meal, right?"
After hearing Paimon's words, Ying's expression became subtle.
"But if Paimon wants to eat it, I'll buy it for you!"
"Eh? Traveler, is that true?"
"It's true... Then, let's have dinner first and then go to the hotel, Mr. Yawei, is that okay?"
"This matter can be decided by Ying."
So the three of them went to the Deer Hunter Restaurant for a big meal.
Well, it's mainly Paimon…
After dinner, the two of them and a flying emergency food went to the Goethe Hotel that Kaia mentioned.
However...
"What? The Goethe Hotel is booked by the Fatui?"
This was the information given to the Fatui who were stopped at the gate of the Goethe Hotel.
Come to think of it, Kaiya did seem to want to tell her something before, but she was in such a hurry that she didn't have time to listen...
Thinking of this, Ying held her forehead with a helpless look on her face.
"Before, the one with the eyepatch seemed to be about to tell the traveler about this, right?"
Paimon also recalled the previous scene and started to scold Ying.
"It's because the travelers walked too fast that we made this trip in vain!"
As for Paimon's words, Ying looked back at her without giving in.
If this guy hadn't suddenly said that to her, she wouldn't have been in such a hurry to pull Yahweh away.
"Well, since we can't stay at the Goethe Hotel,"
Finally, it was Yahweh who spoke and interrupted the stalemate between the two (?).
"Then let's find another hotel to stay in!"
"That's the only way..."
Ying sighed softly and finally chose to accept the result.
Then I went to look for a hotel. Let's not talk about the troubles first. The key point is the feeling of embarrassment when your friend comes to visit you in your city and you come to entertain him but something goes wrong…
"Then I'll leave the matter of finding a hotel to you, Ying."
Looking at the reaction of the blonde girl in front of him, Yahweh continued.
"I have something to do, so let's separate for now."
"After that, we just need to meet up in front of the statue of the God of Wind in front of Mondstadt Cathedral."
"Huh?"
After hearing Yawei's words, Ying was stunned for a moment, then nodded slightly.
"Got it, Mr. Yahweh."
She did not ask what Yahweh was going to do; it was not something she needed to know.
However, when the two were about to separate, Yahweh suddenly called her.
"This is for you!"
"Eh? This is…"
Ying looked at the golden fruit thrown by Yawei, with a slightly confused expression on her face.
"It should be... a belated greeting gift?"
Yahweh said this with a smile on his face.
"Well, see you later, Ying!"
Watching the girl and the emergency food gradually disappear into the distance, Yahweh turned and walked away.
His goal was the statue of the God of Wind, and his goal was not to stand here and wait for Ying to find a hotel and come over, but...
A cuckolded boy standing under the statue of the god of wind.
"Would you like to go for a drink together?"
He walked up to the boy and said this with a chuckle.
"..."
Hearing his voice, the boy turned his head, revealing his emerald green eyes as pure as the sky, and the pure white Cecilia flower.
...
"A glass of dandelion wine!"
In a tavern called "Angel's Gift", a cuckolded boy who was not much taller than a three-foot-five immortal sat next to Yahweh and waved to the bartender with a happy face.
"You really don't care about anything as long as you have wine to drink..."
Yahweh supported his chin with his hand and looked at the drunkard poet beside him with a subtle expression.
"In this world, only fine wine and poetry are worth living up to!"
After hearing Yahweh's words, the black-haired cuckolded boy said this as if it was a matter of course.
After saying that, he turned his gaze to the bartender, waiting for the arrival of the dandelion wine with anticipation.
Those emerald green eyes seemed to be glowing, and looked like a cat waiting for food.
Come to think of it, he seems to be allergic to cats?
"Minors are not allowed to drink!"
However, his expectations were met with such cold words from the bartender named Charles.
"Huh?"
The young man looked bitter.
"I'm an adult, really!"
"..."
Charles looked doubtful, obviously not believing it.
"He is indeed of age!"
Looking at the communication between Wendy and Charles, Yawei spoke with a smile.
"Besides, he is older than you..."
"...Of course, if you still don't believe me, just give me a glass of dandelion wine!"
"Yeah, and a cocktail."
"...…Guest, your dandelion wine and cocktail."
The cuckolded boy, that is, Mond's wind god Barbatos, or Wendy. Regardless of his age, if Yahweh orders a drink, he can't just serve, right?
"Thank you, traveler from a foreign land."
As soon as the two glasses of wine were served, Wendy couldn't wait to pick up the dandelion wine and began to taste it carefully.
"Dandelion wine needs to be processed and brewed using dandelion seeds."
"It's a specialty of Mondstadt. It tastes slightly sweet and has a unique dandelion aroma. It's a rare fine wine. I'm reluctant to finish it!"
He sighed and then turned his gaze to Yahweh.
"So, you offer me such fine wine because you admire me, the best bard in the world?"
"When I finish this cup of dandelion wine, I will definitely present you with the most wonderful poem in the world!"
"No, I'm not interested in your poetry at all!"
After hearing what Wendy said, Yahweh said this with a blank expression.
"Eh? Isn't this answer too absolute and cold?"
After hearing Yahweh's answer, Wendy showed an expression similar to the one she had when she learned that she couldn't drink dandelion wine.
"I care more about your opinion than poetry now!"
Yahweh asked softly with a smile on his face.
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