In Teyvat, it all begins with rescuing the grass god.

Listening to the Liyue Opera is not as good as the Fontaine Song I heard on the street the other day. At least the latter can evoke emotions and is much more comfortable to listen to than the Liyue Opera.

"That's fine."

"Let's listen first."

Rod chuckled, ignoring the impatient Rosalyn, and moved a stool and teapot to sit next to Xiao. He imitated Zhongli's manner when he invited him to watch the opera, pouring two full cups and sipping the tea while telling Xiao about the pieces performed on stage.

Coincidentally.

Today's performance by Yunhan Society was exactly the same as the one that Luo De and Zhong Li watched that day.

Honestly.

Rod didn't really like this kind of opera before.

Ever since Zhongli brought me to see a play last time, my interest has been piqued.

Xiao looks similar to Rhodes.

It's about the same here.

It means that he didn't listen to opera much before.

After all, most of the Liyue operas are performed in the city, and there are very few opera troupes. He made a living at the Wangshu Inn where he lived. In addition, he was often out killing and returning exhausted, so he naturally had no time to care about what the mortals below were doing.

This was the first time he had listened to Liyue's traditional music so attentively.

This was accompanied by Rod's explanation of the pieces performed on stage.

While not as engrossed in opera as Zhong Li, I found myself unusually calm, and the troubles that had been weighing on my heart in the past settled down considerably.

Sing a song.

Xiao's complexion was noticeably better than before, and he exclaimed, "No wonder the Emperor likes to linger here; there is indeed something mysterious about it."

"The mystery?"

"How come I can't tell?"

Bored, Rosalyn said something that seemed to be deliberately discouraging.

That's just because you don't like it.

Rhodes shrugged, then seemed to remember something, grinning mischievously, "I remember you used to be a singer, right? You must be quite good at singing. How about this, you think Liyue songs aren't good? You can sing us a Mondstadt song so we can appreciate it."

As soon as the words came out.

Rosalyn's face turned icy cold at a visible speed, and frost spread rapidly across the table where her fingers were. At the same time, her cold voice seemed to drag people into an endless icy hell.

"I haven't sung for many years."

Precisely.

After Rustan died, no one in the world was worthy to hear her singing anymore.

"Oh, that's how it is."

Unfazed, Rhodes flicked his wrist, transforming the ice-cold room back into the warm spring air, and said nonchalantly, "Since that's the case, then don't spoil everyone's fun. Otherwise, I might become quite interested in your singing."

Threat!

A naked threat!

Faced with such a threat, Rosalyn could only frown, then stop talking and turn her head to look at the street scene on the other side.

We successfully dealt with this annoying guy.

Rod turned around with satisfaction and continued watching the next performance with Xiao.

Liyue events are always very long.

From the moment Rod and his group arrived to listen to the first song until the last song, it took a full two hours.

Coincidentally.

These are all pieces that Rod had heard.

Let alone the music.

Even the order is the same.

What's even more outrageous is.

After the Yunhan Society's performance ended, the storyteller who took the stage for the first time told a story that Luo De had heard before when he came to watch the opera.

This can no longer be called a coincidence.

It was clearly arranged deliberately by someone.

"The Emperor has truly gone to great lengths for you."

Rod curled his lip and muttered a small complaint.

No wonder Zhongli took so much time to bring me to listen to the opera.

So he had arranged everything all along, with the aim of giving Xiao a more immersive opera-listening experience.

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Xiao knew what Rod was talking about, and while remaining silent, he paid even closer attention to the storyteller in the audience who was speaking with great enthusiasm.

Compared to listening to Li Yue's opera.

Rosaline was clearly more interested in Liyue's storytelling.

She didn't hold a grudge against Rhodes for deliberately provoking her. Holding her teacup, she sat there elegantly, unlike the people of Liyue, enjoying her tea and listening to stories.

For a long time.

When the storyteller uttered the familiar phrase, "To find out what happens next, stay tuned for the next episode," she retorted, "He's just being deliberately mysterious to grab attention."

"There's nothing we can do; that's how they make a living."

Rod explained to the storyteller on stage, "If a storyteller reveals all the suspense at once, wouldn't no one come to the next show? By keeping the audience in suspense, they will naturally be there on time for the next show in order to hear what happens next. Then the teahouse will have customers, the storyteller will gain popularity, and he can make a living."

"According to you..."

"Wouldn't these storytellers have to tell completely new stories every time?"

Having learned from her previous experience, Rosalyn didn't disappoint this time, but instead asked a serious question.

"Not really."

"Some well-known old stories, though old, still attract people as long as the storyteller's skills are up to par."

"Of course."

"It would be best if every game could have a completely new story."

At this point, Rod smiled mysteriously: "Let me tell you a little secret. The storyteller just told us was a story that the Emperor told him."

"what?"

Xiao and Rosalyn said in unison.

"Can't you tell?"

Rhodes wasn't lying.

He was telling the truth.

Selling fresh stories to storytellers is also one of Zhongli's businesses.

It has lived for over six thousand years.

Zhongli has so many stories that storytellers could never finish telling them in their entire lives.

Picking any one of them would at least earn you enough for a cup of tea.

Don't underestimate the cost of this tea.

Given Zhongli's spending habits, the cost of this small tea meal would be enough for Luo De to eat heartily at Wanmintang for several days.

My opera-watching experience at Heyu Teahouse has now come to a complete end.

Rod doesn't need to pay for the tea.

Zhongli had already paid in advance.

This made Rhodes marvel once again at the amount of effort Zhongli had put into Xiao.

Following the order of the tour that Zhongli had led him through a few days ago.

We left the Heyu Teahouse.

Rod then led Xiao and Rosalind straight to the most crowded church, the Church of All People.

Although Xiao's expression was still somewhat reluctant, after saying that this was how the Emperor usually did it, he stopped arguing and simply tried his best to suppress the karmic obstacles within him. With a slightly painful expression, he tasted the Emperor's favorite innovative meal.

To be a qualified guide.

For the rest of the day, Rod insisted on taking Xiao on the same route that Zhongli had taken him on.

He has expressed his feelings about this more than once.

Every place he went to was arranged in advance by Zhongli. Even places that required reservations were made so that Xiao could see how Zhongli usually relaxed.

It was late at night.

After today's tour, Rhodes warmly invited Xiao, "Don't go back to Dihua Island tonight. Just stay in this city for the night. As for karma and stuff, you can stay with me. I'm not afraid of that stuff."

I hesitated for a long time.

Xiao reluctantly agreed.

As for Rosalyn.

Rhodes naturally couldn't invite her to stay with him, so he simply asked, "Are you coming with me again tomorrow?"

Rosalyn's reply.

Yes, definitely.

Watching her receding figure, Rod shook his head helplessly and muttered, "What exactly are you planning to do by leaving her with me?"

Say it.

He stopped thinking about Rosalyn and went to his residence with Xiao.