Barbara's appearance is just a small episode in Roman's life.

It is indeed a pleasant thing to get along with such a cute girl.

Of course I have to take a walk after eating.

Two days have passed since the Dragon Disaster, and Mond City has recovered its original vitality under the comfort of the Knights.

Under the statue of the Wind God, people gathered around.

Roman couldn't help but come over.

A young man in a green and strange costume was in the spotlight.

"I am Wendy, the best bard in Mond City. The story I want to tell comes from the ancient times, when the gods were still walking on earth. At that time, the dragon carrying the wind element was born in the sky..."

Who is not the Feng Shen who is not doing serious business?

Oh... His pseudonym on earth is Wendy.

When Roman saw Wendy, he also discovered Roman.

Wendy smiled at Roman and continued to tell the story of "Wind Dragon Twalin" he mentioned.

The story is not long, but it must be accompanied by the bard's slow tone, and he also has to stroke the harp in his hands from time to time.

This lecture lasted more than an hour.

"Okay, that's the end of the poet's words. Thank you to my most loyal listeners. Next time, the poet will bring you a more exciting chapter."

So, people dispersed.

Roman walked towards Wendy.

Wendy smiled harmlessly: "Yo yelled, is this handsome boy, what's wrong with looking for a bard?"

Roman looked into his eyes and teased, "Hello, Babatos."

"Babatos?" Wendy said in a pretentious manner: "Are you not coming to the poet, but you want to talk to the statue of the wind?"

"No, I'm calling you."

Wendy spread her hands and said, "The people of Mond know that I am the most famous bard Wendy here. As for Barbatos, that is the Wind God, and I am not the Wind God."

"Stop pretending, Barbatos!"

Roman held his forehead and then imitated Wendy's tone: "It was me who let the thousand-year-old wind help you so that you will not fall... It was you who saved me from the sky. It was natural that I should invite you to have a drink."

Wendy acquiesced to his identity. He squinted his eyes and smiled, "It's really great if someone is willing to invite a poet to drink."

Roman wanted to talk to Wendy.

After the dragon disaster that day, Roman awakened strange power, and the root of all this was mostly from this unjustly career wind god.

The two wandered side by side on the streets of Mond.

When passing by the Cat Tail Tavern, Roman signaled Wendy to go in.

"Ah...Ah...Ah..."

Wendy rubbed her nose and took a few steps in an exaggerated way: "Don't have it, better not to have it... It's a cattail tavern, no wonder, I'm allergic to cat hair."

"All right."

Roman shrugged.

Now I can only go to Grandpa Lu’s property.

"Angel's Gift" at the door.

The staff responsible for soliciting guests blocked Wendy's way.

"Minors are not allowed to drink alcohol"

"Hey!" Wendy heard that someone thought he was a minor, and a word "#" appeared on her forehead, "I am far from as young as I look."

certainly.

Just count on your fingers, Wendy is at least over 3,700 years old.

Perhaps bigger.

True elderly.

"Yes, he is indeed not a minor, I can testify."

Roman walked out and explained to the staff.

"Ah!" The staff member covered his mouth with his hands and said in surprise: "It's Lord Roman, is it Lord Roman who defeated the Wind Demon Dragon?"

"Shh--"

Roman panicked. Who was the one who reported this? It was too inconsistent with our low-key personality!

"This will bother me. I originally wanted to have two drinks with my friends, so I had to leave, and I would say to the Monds-Roman rejected "the gift of the angel."

"Ah!" The staff member quickly shut up, "Sorry, sorry, please come in, don't worry, I will definitely not bother you."

Roman and Wendy entered the tavern and found a relatively remote place on the second floor to sit down.

"I didn't expect that you are quite famous in Mond?" Wendy muttered: "The poet can already foresee that you will definitely steal my limelight, but this is only a short time, and I still have many psalms to say."

"Stop and stop--"

Roman forced Wendy to interrupt.

"I am not a bard, and I am not interested in stealing your limelight. Just talk about the serious business."

"liquor."

Wendy raised her finger and said happily: "How can the poet chat with a strange friend without wine? The bartender brother - please send two dozen dandelion wine."

"Add some side dishes for wine."

There are many different things between Roman and Mond.

Just like eating habits, it is completely out of place.

Mond is like the Western European country on Earth. When drinking is said to be alcoholic, it is purely alcoholic.

Roman can't stand this.

If you don’t drink alcohol and eat alcohol, it’s better not to drink this wine.

"Ah," Wendy held her cheek with her hands and tsk her mouth: "Whether it is in appearance or drinking, you and an old friend I know are very similar.

When drinking, you need to eat wine, which is the way for people in Liyue to drink.”

Wendy's old friend of Liyue should be the only one who is expected to have the future.

Roman smiled unanimously: "Drinking alcohol but not eating vegetables will hurt your body."

After a while, the wine and food were delivered.

Dandelion wine is bitter in the mouth, and Roman doesn't know why the Monds like this wine.

“Babatos…”

Wendy took a sip of wine and said, "You should call me Wendy, otherwise it will be very troublesome to be found out. Now please explain your purpose."

Roman rolled his eyes: "After the dragon disaster that day, you used my power but did not dissipate, but I could not use elements like other owners of the Eye of God."

"I know," Wendy smiled, "that's part of my strength. Although I don't know why I was absorbed by you, it seems that it's not a bad thing now."

"From...your power?"

"Yes, I'll borrow the original power to you, and I can't take it back if I accidentally do it. This cannot be compensated by a meal of wine."

"So that's how it is." Roman looked at his clenched fists, but doubts arose in his heart.

Can this body even absorb the power of God?

“No guilt,

Speaking of which, you are really strange. I haven't seen anyone as interesting as you in hundreds of years.

You and that traveler from another world have added a lot of fun to me during my bard journey.

If you don’t believe in the wind, you can have the power of the wind. If you write it in the Psalm, someone would say that I, a bard, are talking nonsense.

Speaking of which, that old friend would definitely be shocked when he heard this.

Otherwise, let's go now. I can't wait to see him calmly and show a surprised expression on his face."

Three black lines floated on Roman's forehead...

Is this guy really the Wind God?
Chapter completed!