[Genshin Impact] A world where only travelers are alone

Vanilara had been troubled by this problem for a long time, but the appearance of Cecilia made her realize that the best choice had appeared.

An existence without origin, yet with the blood of the Lawrence family, and even having a close relationship with the young man and his companions from the very beginning - is there any existence more suitable than this?
Cecilia's eyes were dull. She had never expected that this house arrest would involve so many twists and turns. However, this could explain why Vanilarai had been so kind to her from the beginning to the end, and why Vanilarai cared so much about her answer.

"You want me to be a bridge for the Lawrence family to gain a foothold in the new world, but you don't want to take any risks—" Cecilia pondered, "Your ambition is really terrible."

Vanilara shook his head: "This has nothing to do with ambition. I am just a pitiful dreamer who wants to protect everyone in my jurisdiction."

Cecilia didn't think this was a delusion. Vanilare had thought of almost everything, and the Lawrence family was able to become the final winner with her strategy.

"Don't look at me like that, Cecilia. For us, this deal is just a win-win situation." Vanilari smiled, "Don't you think your team is too shallow now? I know you have been trying to spread the idea of ​​freedom to the masses, but the situation has not been good due to the Lawrence family's governance. But if we reach a cooperation, everything you want will become easy."

It can be said that as long as the Lawrence family can intervene, they can get a shortcut.

Vanilarui laid out the benefits in front of Cecilia, and Cecilia couldn't refuse any of them. However, she was not from this era after all, and didn't want to interfere in such a decision that would involve too many things.

"...You shouldn't have said this to me." In the end, Cecilia could only give this answer, "The one who really makes the decision among us is the teenager."

"I know. I will find a suitable opportunity to renegotiate the details of cooperation with you later. You don't really think that I would just tell others the inside story of the Lawrence family? Today I just want to tell you these." Vanilarui walked to her side and raised his hand.

Perhaps because she didn't sense any malicious intent, Cecilia was a little stunned but didn't dodge. Instead, the wind elf, who was originally drowsy due to exhaustion, instantly became alert and stared at her, ready to protect Cecilia at any time, until he found that Vanilarui had only touched her head, and then he relaxed.

Vanilara noticed this and raised his eyebrows, saying, "Look, he cares about you."

The topic changed so quickly that Cecilia didn't react for a moment: "What?"

"Although I had the intention to cooperate with the young man before you showed up, it was him who made me determined and willing to offer such generous conditions." Vanilara pointed at the wind elf in Cecilia's palm, "At that time, I felt an aura from him that was almost the same as that of Lord Diekarapian. If there is anyone who can overthrow the rule of that Lord, I think it must be you who possess him."

"It's just that I can't bet everything on you. Your chances of winning are still too small. So I hope you can stick to what you said today. If you fail in the end, even if you kneel before Lord Decarabian's throne, please insist that you have no relationship with the Lawrence family."

When this was mentioned, Cecilia suddenly asked, "What if I answered 'yes' today? What would you do?"

This doubt had nothing to do with anything else. It was just out of her personal confusion. She hoped to get an answer from Vanilara.

"Then I will protect you, no matter what happens next, that's all."

*
"How can I put it? This is really incredible—"

In the roadside tavern, after listening to her story, the young man couldn't help but sigh: "I didn't expect that the Lawrence family, who are recognized as the most loyal subordinates of Lord Dikarapian, have already had ulterior motives. I thought they really didn't care what that lord did."

Gunhild and Leggenfind also found it incredible.

Especially Leggenfind. Among the three, he was the only one who was often questioned by the Lawrence family because of his lack of caution. For this reason, he also said a lot of bad things about the Lawrence family in private. But this also explains why he was released safely every time.

But when he thought about how he had once gone to Gunhild to mock the useless Lawrence family, and how they couldn't find anything about him after catching him and had to let him go, Leigenfind couldn't help feeling embarrassed, and had to quickly take a sip of wine to cover his red neck.

Gunhild was no less embarrassed. She felt embarrassed when she thought about how she had privately analyzed with the young man what a sinister, cunning and profit-seeking person the mistress of the Lawrence family was.

The two of them drank one cup after another.

Add to that the teenager who had been drinking happily, and Cecilia was the only one present who had not drunk.

The young man, who always consciously tried to adjust the atmosphere, immediately greeted her: "Cecilia, everyone is drinking, don't you want to drink with us? We are here today to celebrate the cooperation with the Lawrence family, so relax!"

Cecilia didn't want to spoil the fun, but she had never drunk alcohol before. She tasted a little bit and found it piercing her throat. She didn't understand why the boy was drinking so happily.

After thinking it over, she decided to ask the wind elf to take the blame: "Forget it, the wind elf is still resting in my room. If I go back with the smell of alcohol on me, the little guy might get angry."

In Cecilia's opinion, the smell of alcohol was not pleasant at all, and she thought that the wind elf would not like it either.

Who would have thought that after hearing her words, the boy burst into laughter: "If the wind elf heard what you said, he would be really angry!"

"Ah?" Cecilia was confused.

The boy was already laughing so hard that he couldn't even stand up straight. Gunhild had no choice but to come over and explain for him: "The wind elf is the one who drinks the most among us."

Cecilia felt like she was dreaming and asked in disbelief, "Who is the best drinker?"

"Yes. I told you that we had an appointment to drink today, so why didn't that guy come with us? Now it seems that you didn't tell him when you went back. But it's better not to tell him. He looks scary when he drinks, and I don't know how his little stomach can hold so much." Gunhild teased, "It seems that you really can't drink. Otherwise, if the wind elf smells it when you go back, he might make a fuss."

The boy, who had laughed enough, came over and said, "That's not necessarily true. I think that guy might smell the scent and come before Cecilia comes back~"

It turns out that the person who knows the wind elves best is the young man.

Not long after they finished chatting, Cecilia suddenly heard a burst of anxious chirping sounds. She turned her head and saw that the faint shadow on the window was none other than the wind elf.

She hurried to open the window, and the wind elf rushed in, but this time its target was not her arms like before, but the table.

It was not until he realized that there were exactly four cups on the table, with none for him, that he looked up at Cecilia, who was standing guiltily on the side, her round eyes filled with tears and accusations.

Cecilia felt even more guilty, her eyes drifted away, and she didn't dare to look at him again.

The wind elf became even angrier now. She crossed her arms over her chest and sat on the boy's shoulders angrily, refusing to pay any attention to her.

Hearing the wind elf's mumbling voice beside his ear, the boy smiled and said, "Okay, okay, don't be angry, we'll give you some now! It's my treat today, tell me, what do you want to drink?"

The wind elf felt better at this point. He looked at the menu for a long time and finally pointed to the most expensive one: "Chirp!"

The person who made the mistake must pay the price, and he will drink the most expensive one today!
The boy felt a little pain, but he still had some pocket money, so he finally called the waiter to order a bottle for him.

The wind elf was finally satisfied and his expression became much better.

Cecilia took this opportunity to get close to him and apologized softly, "I'm sorry, I didn't know you liked to drink. I just thought you worked so hard yesterday and you need to have a good rest today—"

The wind elf snorted, looking very cool, the kind that can't be coaxed!
Cecilia didn't expect things to turn out like this. She didn't have many friends, and naturally had no experience in coaxing people. The wind elf just showed a little refusal to communicate, and she almost cried. This really confused the wind elf.

He stared blankly at the girl, whose tone of voice was already faintly tearful as she tried to coax him, and felt at a loss as to what to do.

The boy, who found the fun in it, quietly nudged him with his elbow: "Hey, friend, making a girl cry is not a gentlemanly act~"

Of course the wind elf knew this, but he still didn't understand why Cecilia would cry over such a small thing. You know, he was very easy to coax, and it would be enough for Cecilia to give him a kiss, but now he couldn't even tell her his conditions!
But even if he didn't understand Cecilia's question, he could still understand that the boy was making fun of him again, so he glared at him angrily.

Just at this moment the waiter came up with the wine, and seeing that there was only one bottle, the wind elf immediately found a reason to criticize him and started nagging at the boy.

"Hey, don't take your anger out on me!" The young man covered his ears and begged for mercy, "This wine is expensive, and my pocket money is only enough to buy one bottle!"

The little guy doesn't care about all that. For an elf far away from human society, money is not important at all. He just wants to drink!
The boy was chased by him and ran around the table until Cecilia spoke up to help him, and her words shocked everyone present.

"Five more bottles of this."

"Five bottles!" The boy was stunned. "This wine is expensive. Cecilia, please don't be impulsive! I really don't have that much money!"

"It's okay. I'll treat you today, whether it's the ones you just ordered or these five bottles of wine." Cecilia comforted him, "Don't worry, I just checked, I can definitely afford it."

The boy was stunned and even stuttered: "How come you are so rich all of a sudden? Aren't you from outside? When I found you before, you were still penniless!"

Cecilia scratched her head embarrassedly: "It was given by the mistress..."

After answering her question, Fanilari gave her a sum of money and specifically told her not to tell the teenagers about the money. The Lawrence family would prepare another sum of money as an investment for the teenager. This was just pocket money she gave her in her personal name.

Although Cecilia had never acknowledged her identity, Vanilare's attitude towards her from the beginning was like that of a junior. This was even more obvious with the pocket money issue. He was like an old man who gave pocket money to his grandchildren but was afraid that the children's parents would confiscate it.

——Although looking at Vanila Rui’s beautiful face, Cecilia found it hard to accept this sense of déjà vu.

The young man was amazed: "She is really generous—"

However, as far as the funds provided by the Lawrence family are concerned, their foundation is indeed rich. Even though the treasury is empty now, they can still take out enough money to last an ordinary person a lifetime.

The young man was serious for once: "With the help of their family, our next move will surely be smoother."

But this seriousness didn't last long. After five bottles of wine were served, he immediately pounced on them: "Hey, since there are so many bottles, it wouldn't be too much for me to drink one, right?"

Before touching the wine bottle, his hand was blocked by the wind summoned by the wind elf.

"No way? You're so stingy!" The young man wailed with his head raised.

"Hehe." The wind elf didn't care about that. This was something Cecilia bought specially for him, and he didn't want to share it with others.

But considering their friendship over the years, he could still pity the boy -

The wind elf pointed at the lonely bottle of wine that had been moved aside, and decided to give it to the boy since the boy had ordered it for him.

"...Shameless!" the boy cursed, but still went to drink the bottle happily.

But even so, he still couldn't enjoy the bottle alone, because Gunhild and Leggenfind came up and asked for a share without any hesitation.

The boy was dissatisfied, angry, and frustrated.

But even so, he still couldn't snatch the wine back from those two bastards by fighting one against two.

The boy cried.

But this was none of the Wind Elf's business. He was excitedly drinking with Cecilia. However, the latter did not look like she wanted to drink at all. She even planned to ask the waiter for another glass of juice.

"Chirp!" The wind elf stopped her and pushed the bottle towards her.

Having just made him angry, Cecilia hesitated for a while but finally did not dare to refuse and poured some into her own cup, but not much, just a mouthful.

It has to be said that this most expensive wine is indeed completely different from the others. Although Cecilia is still a little uncomfortable with it, she can still taste the fragrance and smooth and mellow taste of this wine.

She smacked her lips, as if she still wanted to drink.

Cecilia glanced at the wind elf and happened to meet the little guy's expectant eyes, as if asking her how she felt and whether she wanted some more.

Cecilia, who loved the aroma, shyly pushed the cup towards him.

The wind elf jumped for joy.

In the end, all five bottles of wine actually went into the stomachs of the two of them.

However, Cecilia drank relatively little, and most of it went into the wind elf's stomach, which even bulged.

The boys also drank too much. One of them was so drunk that he ignored Gunhild's advice and lay on the table to play the piano. Leggenfind was not much better, squatting beside him and singing like crazy.

Cecilia was stunned.

Should they be thankful that they came to drink at a good time, since there is almost no one else in the pub except them?
Gunhild was obviously very familiar with the behavior of these two people, and he held his forehead helplessly.

The wind elf lay on the table and laughed happily, completely unaware that he had also drunk too much. Although he was not drunk, he was so full that he could not even fly.

Cecilia had no choice but to lift him up and hold him on her head. The wind elf even adjusted itself into a more comfortable position.

All in all, it was a pretty perfect celebration party, if we ignore how hard it was for the two of them to pull these drunkards back afterwards.

(End of this chapter)