Teyvat Survival Guide

Chapter 116: Wind's Thoughts

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——Late at night, in the Cathedral District of Mondstadt, in Samuel's room.

The disheveled white-haired boy frowned in his sleep and opened his blue eyes without warning.

Almost instinctively, he lit up his dark white vertical pupils, sat up and looked around the room for what was happening.

——The room was filled with eerie and strange patterns at some point, and they were now twisting and spreading towards the bed.

Samuel reacted immediately after sensing the weirdness and ominousness hidden in it.

It's the abyss.

He immediately mobilized elemental power to build a barrier of wind elemental power, trying to stop the spread of those distorted patterns.

"The Abyss Cult?" Seeing that the pattern was blocked, Samuel finally had the leisure to ask.

"That's a pretty accurate guess."

A hoarse, vague, unreal voice echoed in the room. The huge echo made people feel as if the voice came from their own heads.

Samuel suddenly felt a little dazed, and then immediately realized that there was a bewitching power mixed in the words, and the wind element barrier he constructed could not resist the spread of the sound waves.

He reacted quickly and took the crown from the bedside table and put it on. The azure gem glowed faintly, and Samuel activated its purifying ability to block the erosion of the power filled with instigation and evil meanings.

The trance gradually disappeared, and he realized that the crown's purifying ability was effective, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Why does the Abyss Cult always play shady games, secretly influencing other people's thoughts and emotions without anyone noticing... Samuel thought with fear in his heart.

This is what happened last time at the Knights’ base, and Batda and Narentel were affected without realizing it.

If he hadn't felt that their behavior was problematic at the time, and hadn't realized it after being tentatively infected by the cult, he might not have been able to see until now that they were infected by the power of the abyss.

Thinking about it, Samuel tentatively asked:

"... Tevarin failed, so now he's targeting me?"

This is a sentence that seems to have no meaning.

They've already taken action against him, but he's still asking if someone is targeting him.

But his intention was to get more words out of him, using a piece of nonsense to find out the other party's purpose during the communication.

Moreover, if he guessed correctly, the other party should not have realized that he could resist the influence of the bewitching sound waves, and should have said more words to deepen the infection in order to achieve the purpose of eroding him.

Sure enough, the next second, the hoarse and illusory voice smiled cunningly:

"Oh, my dear Saint Samuel, you should really be more careful with your wording."

"We are inviting you to join us, not targeting you."

Samuel raised his eyebrows when he heard this. Captain Qin was right. The Abyss Cult had already set its sights on him.

At the same time, he felt that the barrier he had built was showing signs of being penetrated by the pattern.

…This strange power is eroding his elemental power, and his elemental power cannot stop it.

It doesn't look easy to deal with...

This time was different from the last time. The other party had obviously made some preparations before coming, and he had chosen to come when it was late at night and he was alone in his room.

What to do... The purifying power of the crown can only be activated actively. If he loses his mind the moment he is infected and starts to listen to the instigation of the cult, then even with the crown, he will no longer be purified.

But I can’t stop it, so what should I do…?

As he was thinking, Samuel noticed a breeze blowing outside the window.

He looked out the window at the tranquility of the moonlight, and suddenly an idea flashed in his mind.

…Got it!

At this time, the hoarse voice was mixed with temptation, as if trying to continue to wear down Samuel's resistance.

"Have you noticed it? Yes, that's right, my dear Lord! With your current strength, you can't stop the erosion of the abyss!"

"Why not join the cult as soon as possible and overthrow the rule of the Seven Gods together!"

"Aren't you thirsting for power? If you join the cult, you will gain supreme power!"

It must be said that Samuel was indeed moved when he heard the words "supreme power".

With the power, he can do many things, such as no longer watching the things he wants to protect disappear before his eyes.

But the prerequisite is that he can stick to his original intention, and the abyss filled with bewitching meaning obviously cannot do this.

When the other party wasn't paying attention, he gathered the elemental power and prepared to implement the response strategy he had just thought of.

After once again using the crown to dispel the negative effects and purify, Samuel saw that the wind barrier he had built was about to be completely penetrated. He glanced out the window, not caring about his face, and opened his mouth in preparation.

He shouted at the top of his voice:

“Someone come——!!”

“There’s an assassin—!!”

“Someone come quickly——!!”

“There’s an assassin——!!”

The sound was given a special effect by the wind he condensed, and it spread far away in the quiet night, awakening the nuns and monks living around him in the cathedral city, and reaching the ears of the Knight of Favonius who was patrolling two streets away.

The originally quiet night outside the window suddenly became brightly lit, and at the same time, there was a burst of intense and rapid footsteps.

"Boom-"

Some monks even rang the bells of the cathedral.

The hoarse, unreal voice that was trying to persuade and deceive others paused and seemed to be frozen.

After a moment, Samuel heard him speaking through gritted teeth:

"Damn...you're lucky!"

The light faded, and the unknown sound disappeared along with the strange patterns.

Samuel sighed slightly and looked at the layout of the room again. It was no different from before he fell asleep.

"Huh, you really thought I would be reluctant to send people away just to save my face." He sighed as he tidied his face, preparing to greet the nuns and knights of Favonius who were about to arrive.

After waiting for a moment, a worried and anxious "Your Majesty!" reached his ears. Samuel sat on the bed and watched the nuns and a group of Knights of Favonius push open the door and rush in.

Sister Grace, the leader, asked anxiously:

"Your Majesty, are you okay?!

“We heard your cry and immediately summoned the knights to find you!

"How are you, Your Majesty? What happened?"

Samuel looked up at Grace and said what he had thought about long ago:

"The Abyss Cult tried to infect me, using ominous and strange words to try to seduce my heart.

"Thanks to the crown bestowed by Lord Barbatos, I was able to isolate myself from the blasphemous power and avoid disaster."

After explaining, he also performed a flattering salute and praised loudly: "Praise Lord Barbatos!"

The nuns and Knights of Favonius, led by Grace, also reacted and raised their voices in praise:

"——Praise Master Barbatos!!"

After a moment, Grace recovered and thought about what Samuel had just said, with a serious expression.

She said in a serious tone:

"I understand, Your Majesty, I will inform the Knights of this matter.

"You can lie down on the bed and rest first. Someone from the Knights will come to the room to investigate soon."

Samuel nodded slowly.

Grace stood up, told the Knight of Favonius who was following her to guard the place, and then went out.

The white-haired boy wearing the crown sat on the bed thinking, his hand touching the crown on his head.

...If it weren't for the crown bestowed by Lord Barbatos, I might have really been in trouble this time.

As he thought about it, he sighed slightly and turned his head to look at the breeze outside the window under the moonlight.

Lord Barbatos...

His blue eyes revealed longing like the breeze.

…I miss you.