The sun hung high in the cloudless sky, emitting the most intense light of the day.
Dulin's resurrection did not attract anyone's attention, except for two figures, one big and one small, sitting next to the bar.
Ying and Paimon.
"Captain Qin was talking about...the noble lady named Yura."
"Are you really going to be here?"
Ying, who returned to Mondstadt from the ruins of the Wind Dragon, had just handed over the commission to Catherine when he received a call from Qin, asking him to help investigate a former nobleman of Mondstadt.
As the strongest tool man, Ying naturally agreed.
Captain Qin had told the two of them that if it was difficult to get close to the Lawrence family, then go to the tavern and she would be able to find someone who would teach her noble etiquette, and by the way, she could also listen to the rumors from the past.
As soon as he opened the door, a sultry smell of alcohol hit his face.
"Have a glass of...ice-cold Gougou juice, and give Paimon a glass of milk..."
Sitting at the bar, Ying raised her index finger and said a little unconfidently that except for the time with Famas, Ying had never drank alcohol before.
"OK."
Grandpa Diluc was sitting at the bar tonight. He seemed to be very approving of her behavior of drinking an iced drink and nodded seriously.
"Hey, Ying, I want to drink juice too!"
Paimon protested dissatisfied, but Master Diluc had already turned around to prepare. Ying ignored Paimon's words, found a secret seat under the stairs, and looked at the scene in the tavern with interest.
Tables with hanging fragrant wood tops, rows of wine bottles placed against the wall, are full of customers looking for fun, and ladies painted with makeup are talking about clothes and art with dignity and elegance.
The waiter was attentive and of course he was happy to receive a tip of several hundred moras. There was a bard playing the harp cheerfully at the door of the tavern.
This is the daily life of the tavern, and it is also the characteristic of Mondstadt.
"Really, do you care so much about my bloodline..."
Ying's eyes were involuntarily attracted to the other side of the bar by a delicate voice.
A blue-haired girl walked in, with the unique aura of a noble daughter. The drinkers around her naturally avoided her like water flowing through the rocks at the bottom of the river bed.
In Mondstadt, some old nobles don't like drinking in taverns. They like the quietness when they are alone, but they don't want to break their legs every time to buy it, so they want to buy a whole box of dandelion wine and drink it at home. Discretion.
There is a little man in front of the bar who is such a "middleman". He is bargaining with the bartender Charles, probably agreeing on a batch of orders for "Death in the Afternoon".
The two of them were beaming with excitement, arguing so much that spittle flew almost into the wine glass of the person next to them.
The blue-haired girl walked up to the small man.
She is a very elegant girl, but her aristocratic elegance is not so obvious.
Wearing aristocratic clothing in black, white and blue colors, a white bell-sleeved shawl shines on a thin one-piece backless dress, and two long legs wrapped in black over-the-knee boots are casually overlapped together, sparkling sky blue Short hair, gently curled.
Biting her lower lip, she stared at the wine list on the wall with a melancholy and dazed expression.
The short man next to the blue-haired girl quickly glanced to his side a few times, seeming to be panicked.
He quickly took out a Mora bill from his wallet and placed it on the bar, signed the bill, shook Charles' hand, and left the bar without stopping, as if avoiding the plague.
"Your ice cold hook juice."
Just as she was looking at the girl's delicate and cold face with fascination, the waiter's voice startled her.
Separated by a piece of silk and holding a long glass, the waiter carefully placed the juice on the table.
"Oh... thank you." Ying shook his head and came back to his senses.
"Are you watching the... remnants of the Lawrence family?"
The waiter narrowed his eyes and his gaze became subtle.
"Yes…"
Ying was stunned for a moment and nodded.
"Why are you speaking ill of others?!"
Looking at the dumbfounded Ying, Paimon showed his half-moon eyes and looked at the waiter with bright eyes.
But the waiter just frowned, as if someone had put a smelly rotten egg in front of his nose.
"Miss, no Mondstadt citizen would like to talk about the Laurence family."
The waiter put the empty plate under his arm and gave an eloquent speech, in which he complained in a heartbreaking tone about the crimes committed by the Laurence family in Old Mondstadt. While expressing understanding and tolerance, he also did not forget to cast his vote. A pessimistic look.
"They really deserve to atone for this city's sins."
Ying looked at the chattering waiter in front of her in shock. She thought Mondstadt was a city that could tolerate everything, but she didn't expect...
"Da da da…"
The sound of high heels hitting the oak floor came from behind the waiter.
The waiter whose name could not be called suddenly lost his momentum and clamped the wooden plate in his arms tighter. He looked like a storyteller before, but now he looks more like a big bad wolf running away with his tail between his legs.
"I'm sorry, I have to excuse myself for a moment. I wish you a pleasant evening."
He hurriedly squeezed through the crowd, and although he was getting closer and closer to the blue-haired girl, he didn't even make eye contact.
The blue-haired girl looked around, trying to find a quiet place to have a drink, but wherever she looked, the drinkers looked away like students who had made mistakes.
There were also many loud drunkards who were playing guessing games and suddenly fell silent, looking at her with hostile and angry eyes. Wherever she went, there was a vacuum area.
Until she met Ying's eyes.
Those beeswax-colored, slightly purple eyes shone brighter than the eyes of God dotted with feathers on their shoulders, but there was something deeper, a kind of wounded pride, a kind of suffering. The unyielding attitude of others after being ignored is all imprinted in their eyes.
For a moment, Ying suddenly felt a little dull, and this obscure and cynical look on her face looked even more melancholy and charming.
"How about... you can sit here with us!"
Paimon pouted, scanned the surrounding drinkers, and waved to the girl.
The blue-haired girl looked at Paimon with questioning eyes, then stared at Ying.
Ying nodded, and she sat down opposite the blond girl in relief.
"Thank you for sharing the table with me."
She spoke, her voice not as inaccessible as Ying had expected, like a girl who could take the initiative to bring up the topic.
"Really, those drinkers are avoiding me..."
She slapped the wine table angrily, and the patterned blue tie on her chest flew with the gesture.
"I will remember this grudge!"
Her actions scared the people around her, but Ying seemed to remember something: "My name is Ying, are you Yola?"
The girl nodded in surprise.
"Yora, Yora Lawrence."
"You are an honorary knight of the Knights of the West Wind, right? The guy who often steals my tasks recently."
The girl tilted her head, her eyelashes flashing.
"You actually let me meet you...hum...I will remember this grudge."
Yura crossed her arms, raised her head to one side, and said proudly.
"Hey, this...is this the etiquette of nobles?"
Paimon spread his hands helplessly. Although he knew that the girl in front of him was introduced by Captain Qin and could be handed over to them as someone with noble etiquette, but...
No matter how you look at her, she looks like a down-and-out noble lady, right?
