12dz Chapter 129 Wendy
Chapter 129 Wendy
"Should we stay at the tavern for the night?"
Upon hearing Amber's suggestion, March Seven paused slightly, then asked incredulously.
In her mind, taverns were usually places where drunkards or people who were down on their luck would drown their sorrows in alcohol.
It was always filled with the unpleasant smell of tobacco and strong alcohol, and was often accompanied by the noisy shouting of people, which had nothing to do with the "comfortable environment" that Amber described.
Perhaps it was from March 7th's face that she could see her concerns.
Amber smiled and waved her hand, explaining, "Don't worry, 'Angel's Gift' isn't your average tavern. You'll see when you go!"
"What...what do you guys think?" March 7th hesitated, looking at the others as if seeking their opinions.
Seeing March 7th looking at her, Ying blinked and said calmly, "I have no objection."
"If Ying has no objection, then I have no objection either!"
Paimon, floating beside her, put his hands on his hips and said with a determined look.
During their time wandering in Teyvat, the two had long since become accustomed to a lifestyle where they used the sky as their blanket and the earth as their mat.
As long as it is safe enough, whether it is a hidden cave, a lush forest, or even an abandoned ruin, it can become their temporary home.
The only difference now is that they've moved from outdoors to indoors, which makes no real difference to the two of them.
Seeing how readily the two answered, March 7th then turned his gaze to his other companions and asked, "What do you think?"
"Go ahead." Noticing March 7's gaze, Lin Qiong replied casually, "It's better than sleeping on the streets, right?"
Although that was his answer, he was already wondering if he could run into the "poet" in the tavern.
Recalling the bottle of wine he had gotten from Pam, a bold idea quietly took shape in Lin Qiong's mind...
"I agree too!" Xing's eyes gleamed with anticipation as she raised her right hand in agreement.
She had never seen the interior of the tavern before, so now that such an opportunity was presented to her, she naturally wanted to seize it.
In this way...
Currently, only Walter Young remains unmarked, so everyone's attention naturally focuses on him.
Seeing this, Walter Yang slowly nodded and said, "Go ahead, you can get some information about this world in the tavern."
After he finished speaking, he looked thoughtfully at the sky, a hint of reminiscence for the past flashing in his eyes.
"Speaking of which, when was the last time I drank?"
Walter Young asked himself the same question, while recalling the happy times he spent sneaking out to drink with Siegfried after skipping work...
Seeing that everyone agreed to the decision to go to the tavern, March 7th didn't say anything more.
She could only pray silently in her heart, hoping that the tavern would really be as clean and comfortable as Amber had described.
“Since everyone has decided this way, let’s go.” Amber waved to the group, signaling them to follow her.
He then strode off toward the tavern called "Angel's Gift".
......
soon.
Led by Amber, the group arrived at the entrance of the tavern.
The tavern's wooden signboard swayed gently in the breeze, bearing the words "Gift of Angels" in large characters.
Amber led the group to push open the tavern door, and a warm breeze immediately rushed in, instantly shutting out the cold night air.
"Ring ring~"
The bell on the door jingled softly as the door opened, reminding the people inside the tavern that another group of new guests had arrived.
The bartender behind the counter stopped wiping the glasses and smiled as he looked toward the door.
"Welcome! What would you like to drink today...?"
He had only spoken halfway when the bartender recognized the person who had entered and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.
He quickly put down his glass, his face beaming with smiles. He placed his hands on the bar, leaned forward, and asked with delight, "Oh my, isn't this Miss Amber? What brings you here?"
As he spoke, the bartender's gaze passed over Amber and landed on Lin Qiong and his group behind her.
"And they've brought a few new faces too. Looks like our tavern's going to be lively tonight." The bartender's face inadvertently showed a hint of emotion as he spoke.
Due to the impact of the Dragon Plague, businesses in Mondstadt were generally quiet at night, and Angel's Gift was no exception.
Apart from a few regular customers who visit occasionally, this place is usually very quiet.
But even so.
Despite this, the owner of Angel's Gift still insists on opening his doors to customers every night, which puzzles many shop owners.
According to this group, this kind of behavior doesn't earn much money at all, and it doesn't even consider their own safety.
After all, the fact that the monsters had entered the city had already caused widespread panic.
Even though the Knights of Favonius have increased patrols in the surrounding area, there are still occasional instances of them slipping through the net.
“Charles, we’re not here to drink.”
Seeing the bartender staring intently at Lin Qiong and the others, Amber quickly spoke up to explain.
Upon hearing this, the bartender, referred to as Charles, paused slightly, a hint of surprise on his face: "What are you all doing here...?"
“These are travelers who have come from afar,” Amber introduced to Charles.
"As for Mondstadt now, as you know, the hotels have been completely taken over by the Fatui, and the other guesthouses are also closed due to the invasion of monsters."
"So I hope you can let them stay here for the night."
When Charles learned that Lin Qiong and the others had not come for drinks, a sense of regret welled up in his heart.
But soon, he put on his usual friendly smile.
"The master instructed that if any guests require an overnight stay, the second floor of the tavern is available for their use."
Charles raised a hand, drawing everyone's attention to the second floor, and continued, "But there is one thing I hope you will all abide by, and that is—do not disturb the other guests."
"Apart from that, if you need any help from me, you can come to the bar anytime."
After hearing Charles's words, Walter Young stepped forward and gratefully greeted him with the Star Train etiquette: "Thank you very much, Mr. Charles."
Charles waved his hand and continued to focus on wiping the glasses: "No need to thank me, go thank Mr. Diluc."
at the same time.
While Walter Young was talking to Charles, Lin Qiong decided to observe the guests in the tavern.
But when he looked around the entire tavern, he found that apart from their own group, there were no other people there.
Only one customer, dressed in green, remained in the tavern, slumped over a table in the corner, seemingly drunk and unconscious.
"It's actually here?" Lin Qiong murmured to himself, a look of surprise on his face.
But soon, the surprise on his face was replaced by a wicked smile.
He first glanced back at the others and, finding that no one was paying attention to him, quietly took the bottle of wine from his belongings.
Then.
Lin Qiong tiptoed to Wendy's side, then uncorked the bottle and carefully brought the bottle neck close to Wendy.
As this rare and exquisite wine from outer space brushed past Wendy's nose.
His brow furrowed slightly in his sleep, as if touched by the sudden fragrance.
"Hmm...good wine..."
Wendy murmured in her sleep, her voice filled with a hint of ecstasy.
Upon seeing this, Lin Qiong couldn't help but smile.
He pointed the bottle at Wendy again, this time deciding to let her fully enjoy the aroma of the wine from the universe.
"Um!?"
As Wendy inhaled the fragrance, his body suddenly trembled slightly.
Followed by.
Wendy's eyes snapped open, and she sat bolt upright, looking at Lin Qiong who was pointing the bottle at her. She exclaimed, "This wine smells amazing!"
He involuntarily leaned forward, his eyes fixed on the wine bottle in Lin Qiong's hand, filled with longing for the fine wine.
Seeing Wendy approach, Lin Qiong smiled slightly, then moved the bottle aside and skillfully put the cork back into the bottle.
"How is it? My wine is pretty good, isn't it?"