Winter Executor, starting with a system of wronged individuals.

"Oh right, I have some secret-recipe candies here that restore stamina. They're currently in the promotion phase, so you can try them for free," Su Ming suddenly remembered something and took out colorful candies from his pocket.

Eileen blinked and realized that Liben looked a lot like the weird uncles from storybooks.

What flavors are available?

"Snow lotus, vodka, leather shoes, white silk, dump truck, and other flavors—what would you like to eat?"

"..."

Eileen fell silent for a moment. Could those three flavors really be something that candy could offer?

"Then I'll have a snow lotus flavor."

"no problem."

Su Ming chuckled and handed her a white-wrapped candy. Without thinking much, Eileen popped it into her mouth.

The initial sensation upon tasting is a light, refreshing fragrance, like freshly washed skin, followed by a distinctive body odor...

Hmm? Body odor?

Eileen sensed something was wrong, but her previously exhausted body actually began to regain its strength.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I took the wrong one."

Su Ming took out a snow lotus flavored candy, which was also in white packaging, and casually tossed it into his mouth.

Since the taste is normal, there is no additional buff.

As for the white silk-flavored candy, he and Suzuran made it when they had nothing to do in the train carriage.

The scent of the white silk was naturally that of lily of the valley. Miss Antalina, as expected of a nun from the church, had a light body fragrance with a hint of holiness. It was not strong, but it was exceptionally pleasant.

The resulting candies have an exceptionally delicate fragrance, and you would never guess they are made with white silk filling if you weren't told.

Suzuran herself was so ashamed of this that she wanted to lose her memory. She couldn't understand why Su Ming had such a persistent love for white silk.

Even she herself is less noticeable than the white stockings on her legs, which is simply incomprehensible.

Eileen's pretty face flushed slightly. Although her strength had returned, she felt somewhat weak for some reason.

Su Ming was a little confused; he didn't remember candy having such a strange effect.

"I'm sorry, Miss Eileen, see you tomorrow!"

Su Ming chose to run away directly; what did Li Ben's bad deeds have to do with him, the hermit?

Eileen exhaled hot air, feeling more power surging from deep within her chest. She raised her knight's sword and cleaved the wooden stakes into pieces.

"So, that's how it was solved!"

Eileen realized it! As long as you use cheat codes, you can become stronger. Is this the power of white stockings?

Eileen looked down and saw two healthy-colored legs, and secretly decided to try wearing white stockings tomorrow.

Su Ming followed the road to the vicinity of the West Wind Cathedral. The feeling of seeing the cathedral from a first-person perspective was extremely shocking.

Not to mention the enormous, exaggerated statue of the wind god in the center of the square, which truly broadened Su Ming's horizons.

As expected of Barbara Bush, this is quite a show of power.

"Hi, stranger, welcome to Mondstadt," a flippant, amused voice rang out.

A pair of long, white-stockinged legs came into view. Su Ming looked up in surprise, but his gaze froze instantly.

The poet, wearing a green hat, greeted him with a smile, holding a harp in his hand.

This involves the classic double standard. As we all know, the XP of the blue planet people is white-haired, but what if that white-haired person is an old man?

The same applies to white silk. Although Su Ming likes white silk, he really can't bring himself to be aroused in front of Lord Barbatos.

Running into Wendy so early in the morning can't be good.

Su Ming wasn't sure if his acting skills could fool Wendy, so he quickly put on a friendly smile and said, "Hello, hello, I am an adventurer from Fontainebleau. You can call me Tianlong Dawei."

Wendy: "?"

“Listen to me, you’re so good at Fontaineble, your Fontaineble is awesome,” Su Ming said, successfully bewildering Wendy in just 0.1 seconds with his fluent Fontaineble.

The more I listen to this, the more it sounds like the dialect from Inazuma's region.

"So, Mr. Sky Dragon from Fontainebleau, is there anywhere in Mondstadt you'd like to go?" Wendy was so embarrassed that she forgot the opening line she had prepared. She had originally thought that she might be able to trick him into giving her a free bottle of cider, but judging from this guy's mental state, she decided to give up.

“I have always longed for the freedom of Mondstadt. The free wind god Barbatos has spread this beautiful spirit of freedom to every corner of Teyvat. I came here just to see the statue of the wind god with my own eyes.”

Su Ming could spout off without batting an eye, his main selling point being sincerity (or rather, deception).

"You have good taste," Wendy said, immediately pleased. He patted Su Ming on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Tianlong, how about we get together at the tavern sometime?"

"I'll buy you a drink."

Wendy spoke generously, her eyes full of sincerity.

Su Ming was puzzled. Wendy treating people to drinks was as impossible as Zhongli taking Mora out with him. It was highly likely that this guy was planning to make him treat everyone again.

Oh no, how can you say he treated us? It was President Pan who treated us.

"I haven't asked your name yet," Su Ming asked, feigning concern, his smile bright and sincere.

"Me?"

"An ordinary bard."

"Of course, you can call me Wendy."

Wendy smiled gently and casually plucked the strings of her harp, producing a beautiful melody that lingered on and on.

Su Ming suddenly felt that giving a false name was a bit disrespectful to Lord Barbatos, but saying it now would be even more impolite. It seemed that he would have to use the name Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon for a long time.

"Then see you at the tavern tonight."

Su Ming didn't mind deepening his relationship with Wendy, since the final God's Heart still had to be extracted from the heart of the Wind God.

Of course, it's the woman who pays. At most, he can only be considered a middleman who earns a small profit, not a villain.

Su Ming waved and walked towards the West Wind Cathedral, while Wendy watched his back with a thoughtful expression.

It has the fluctuations of a divine eye, and its attribute is ice element.

Clearly, this Mr. Celestial Dragon is no ordinary person, and his arrival in Mondstadt at this time of year is certainly not just a so-called trip.

"interesting."

"The wind direction... is starting to change."

Chapter 050: On the Origin of the Teyvat Explosion Caused by Different Stocking Materials

"Young man, you look unfamiliar. You're not from Mondstadt, are you?"

"You may not know this, but Mondstadt's greatest alliance is expanding its ranks and recruiting ambitious individuals. Come join us and become part of the glorious Miss Barbara support team!"

"Hey, hey, don't go, young man! I, Albert, have observed the heavens and see that there is a dark aura between your brows, indicating that you are destined for bloodshed. Why not seek the protection of Miss Barbara? She is a legitimate nun from Mondstadt, and her exorcism skills are second to none!"

"The membership fee is only 10000 Mora now. Don't hesitate, young man. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Miss Barbara will be performing at the Wind Flower Festival in a few days. If you miss it, you'll have to wait until next year."

The man before him, named Albert, wore a headband that read, "Who can resist Barbara! Bamen! One punch and Teyvat without Barbara!" He was enthusiastically promoting the benefits of an unknown organization to Su Ming.

Su Ming calmly refused: "I'm not going."

To be honest, this kind of activity is completely meaningless. As far as nuns are concerned, Suzuran is also a nun, and she can touch white stockings at will. Isn't that better than Barbara?

Besides, there's no need to spend Mora so extravagantly just to save Pantalone's money; such avoidable extra expenses are really unnecessary.

Su Ming sneered inwardly. What a ridiculous man. He had become like this for a mere nun. It was truly incomprehensible.

He turned and left without looking back.

Albert sighed softly, "What a pity. I heard that Miss Barbara will be wearing special white stockings on the day of the Flower Festival, and only members can get front-row tickets. It seems that I can only enjoy this beautiful view by myself."

He looked up and saw an unknown figure rapidly retreating, then suddenly returning to its original position.

"Take it!"

Su Mingyi shoved a Mora into Albert's hand with righteous indignation, his face full of integrity, "Nothing else, just supporting Mondstadt's special festival. Remember to save me a front-row ticket."

Albert stared blankly at the pile of Mora, lost in thought. It was the first time he'd ever seen someone so completely uninterested in Barbara herself; what a strange fellow.

What an incomprehensible man! He'd become like this over something as trivial as white silk stockings. It's truly baffling.

Meanwhile, Su Ming had already entered the West Wind Cathedral. Unlike the Winter Cathedral, the West Wind Cathedral had a brighter and warmer color scheme.

Bright sunlight streamed through the colorful stained glass and fell on the clean floor, reflecting the view inside the skirt.

Inside the church, there were many devout believers praying for different wishes.

To be honest, Su Ming doesn't believe in gods, but for Teyvat, gods do exist.

If you pray, you might actually witness a miracle.

"Hello, are you a passenger?" A gentle voice sounded cautiously, and a cute girl with a pure and innocent appearance appeared before them.

The nun's cap is worn on top of her head in a standard way, and her long, smooth hair falls casually on both sides. The sacred style of the nun's habit adds to the sense of inviolability.

Most importantly, it's the right thickness of white pantyhose that perfectly outlines the curves of the calves.

Barbara blinked in confusion, thinking she was speaking too softly, and repeated, "Hello, do you need any help?"

Su Ming then awoke from the white silk. "Hermit, how can you forget what you're supposed to do just because of a mere white silk? This is a crucial location for hiding the Sky Harp. We need to find a breakthrough in advance."

White silk, even dogs wouldn't want that.

“Hello, Sister Barbara, I am Azar, a silk expert from the Sumeru Desert. There are no stockings in my hometown, and I have come to Mondstadt to study the styles of stockings.”

Su Ming revealed a scholarly, righteous, and inquisitive gaze, and the aura of wisdom emanating from his body made Barbara take a slight step back.

"A silk expert...?" Barbara looked at Su Ming with doubt, but since he was an expert, perhaps she could trust him?

Su Ming glanced at the direction at the end of the church. Trying to force open the entrance was indeed an unrealistic method. Maybe we should wait until we get to Mondstadt before discussing it?

He continued to distract Barbara, "That's right, I'm here to finish my academic paper, 'On the Origin of the Teyvat Explosion Caused by Different Stocking Materials.' Respected Sister, you can surely help me, right?"

"What specific help do you need...?"

Barbara had seen it all in her years as a nun, and had encountered the most outrageous situations, but this was the first time she had ever seen anything as outrageous as this.

Why are stockings associated with the Teyvat explosion?