The Embers of King's Teyvat Journey

A blur flashed by, and before Lance Sanx could see anything clearly, he discovered that the Spirit Horse Whistle in his hand had vanished.

She looked up and, sure enough, Ember was holding the Spirit Horse Whistle and looking at it carefully.

“Spirit Horse Whistle? You brought Toret!” Although that’s what he said, Ember’s tone was absolutely certain.

He and Toret had gone through thick and thin together, traversing the entire border region; there was no way he could mistake Toret's scent.

“The king thinks highly of me. Melina sent me. She really misses the king.” Lance Sanx looked at Ember, who was holding the Spirit Horse Whistle like a child, looking it over from left to right, and couldn’t help but twitch his lips.

She's starting to worry whether Yu Jin has actually listened to what she's saying.

Fortunately, she was overthinking it; Yu Jin's carefree nature did have its limits. He simply put the Spirit Horse Whistle on his finger and remarked with a slight sigh:

"Really? That certainly fits her personality. I'll thank her personally when she arrives." Yu Jin recalled Melina's character and understood.

Beneath Melina's serene exterior lies a personality that could be described as twisted. She can become completely "wooden" for the sake of her duty, saying nothing and doing nothing.

Throughout Ember's journey from the Weeping Peninsula to the Giant Snow Mountain, she managed to remain completely silent except for Marika's Proverbs, which is quite impressive.

But that's all in the past. Anyway, when Melina saw that Ember could burn the Golden Tree without the witch, Ember wanted to stuff a few eggs into her open mouth.

So, this mouth can open? Then you were like a mute the whole way? That was what Yu Jin was thinking at the time.

Shaking his head to banish the memories from his mind, Ember placed the finger adorned with the Spirit Horse Whistle to his lips.

"Whoosh—" A sharp, loud whistle rang out, and Yu Jin immediately felt a lift rising from his crotch.

With a gentle leap using this buoyancy, a spirited horse emerged from the space beneath him.

Although it's a spirit horse, it has a pair of bull horns on its head. This is Ember's mount—the true bull-horse, Toret!

"Phew!" Torret was overjoyed to see Ember again, and excited panting came from his horse's mouth.

"Hahaha!" Ember rode on Torret's back, and that long-lost sense of freedom returned to him. He couldn't wait to go out and run around.

"Your Majesty, just a reminder, it's late at night now," Lance Sanks said, seeing Ember and Torret's eager expressions.

Torret's mobility is terrifying; if you add Ember to the mix, the two of them could probably reach some remote corner of the world in the blink of an eye.

Then she'll have no choice but to stay in Mondstadt and wait for the Embers to come back for her, which is something Lance Sanx doesn't want to see.

"I know! I won't run, jumping is fine, right?" Yu Jin loosened his grip on the reins. Was his intention really that obvious?

Lance Sanks took a few steps back upon hearing this, signaling to Ember that they could begin. After all, it was nighttime, and the city wasn't very well lit, so jumping wouldn't cause any harm.

"Ready!" Ember lowered his center of gravity, and Torret beneath him noticed the change in Ember and began to gather strength in his hind legs.

"Whoosh!" Torret finished charging up and leaped high into the sky. This kind of jump could originally only be used in places with updrafts, but now there were no restrictions.

Mondstadt appeared smaller and smaller in Ember's eyes, but he was not satisfied with that.

"Torret, bring out your signature move!"

"Hiss—" Toret let out a long howl, and then several pale blue phantoms appeared beneath its feet. Although they were phantoms, Toret could step directly on them.

It leaped again with all its might, jumping even higher. This is Torrett's signature move—the double jump!

The embers looked down again, and now Mondstadt was just a single point of light.

Chapter 146 High Priest

2023-09-02

"Hey! Lawrence, I feel like there are people on the moon?" Swan, who was about to leave work, looked at the bright moon in the sky.

Did a dark shadow just flash by?

"Ah~" Lawrence, who was next to him, stretched and glanced casually at the moon in the sky.

There was no one in sight, and the moon remained as bright and flawless as ever.

"Swann is quite something, he even knows about the celestial dog eating the moon? That's a legend from Liyue!" Lawrence cleaned his armor, preparing to leave Mondstadt after his shift.

"What legend? I don't know, maybe I was just seeing things." Swan shook his head. Where was the figure in the moon in the sky? Maybe he really was mistaken.

“Don’t know? Then let me tell you, I know a lot…” Lawrence said, putting his arm around Swan’s shoulder and walking towards Mondstadt.

Thanks to his businessman father from Fontainebleau, Lawrence not only gained a broad perspective but also acquired the name "Lawrence," which was disliked by everyone in Mondstadt.

As for why? Well, that's because his father was clueless and lost a bet after getting drunk.

Then he happily acquired the nickname "Lawrence," which now makes strangers in Mondstadt glare at him whenever they hear his name, much to his annoyance.

However, his life was generally quite good. Despite having the name "Lawrence," he was not a true member of the Lawrence family, so he still had several close friends.

For example, Swann in front of us is like that. Whether it's a coincidence or something else, every time he's assigned to guard the gate, he always ends up with Swann, and over time, they've become familiar with each other.

"Come on, come on! Let's have a drink after get off work!" Lawrence dragged Swan along. They were finally off work. Mondl felt uneasy if he didn't drink for a day.

"Hey, hey, don't walk so fast!" Swan stumbled as Lawrence pulled him. This friend of his wasn't very enthusiastic at work, but he was like a man possessed after get off work.

"Hurry up!"

"coming!"

……

"Tick-tock!" Torret, carrying the embers, fell from the sky with only a faint, crisp sound of horseshoes clattering.

The force of the fall from the sky seemed to have no effect on Torret's feet; he landed on the ground as easily and steadily as if he were stepping on cotton.

“It feels so familiar,” Ember said nostalgically, stroking Torret’s mane as he climbed off its back.

"Hmph—" Torret breathed a sigh of relief and nuzzled Ember's gauntlet with its head. It felt the same way Ember did.

"Whoosh~" Ember blew the Spirit Horse Whistle again, and Torret turned into specks of blue light and disappeared before his eyes.

Toret is a spirit horse that cannot die and has no real form. It resides in the spirit horse whistle and can come out at any time.

"Alright, it's getting late, let's go to sleep!" Yu Jin glanced at Lance Sanx and then pulled her into the house.

Unfortunately, ancient dragons don't need to sleep. In the darkness, Ember lay on the bed picking his toes, while Lance Sanx watched him from the side.

In the room where the lights were off, those two golden longan eyes looked like two light bulbs.

No wonder Vic said Lance Sanders was always the third wheel; it turns out she really was!

"Don't you need to sleep?" Ember broke the silence first. He got up, turned on the light, and looked at Lance Sanx with a puzzled expression.

Does Lance Sanx have a problem sleeping in a particular bed?

"Your Majesty, don't you know that the ancient dragon race doesn't need to sleep?" Lance Sanks shrugged and explained.

Yu Jin shook his head; he really didn't know. He used to fight Long Er without a second thought, so he had no interest in understanding such things.

"Shall we talk about something else?" Lance Sanx casually pulled out a chair and sat down.

"What are we going to talk about? Let me make this clear, I'm not good at chatting." Ember sat up and reminded Lance Sanx.

"You said there's someone like me here. What kind of being is he?" Lance Sanks asked about Dvalin first, as this was the important matter!

"Dvalin? He seems a bit different from you guys." Yu Jin scratched his head. This "dragon" Dvalin seemed to be a tiny bit different from the ancient dragons.

“You know there are elements in this world, right?” Ember said to Lance Sanx.

Lance Sanks nodded. The most striking feature of this world she had discovered upon arriving was the seemingly ubiquitous presence of energy, which was called "elements."

“There are seven elements in total, and Dvalin is a product of the wind element. He is probably, maybe, possibly the strongest.” Ember said at the end, sounding somewhat uncertain.

Kutri had told him about the Seven Elemental Dragon Kings, the pinnacle of the seven elemental creatures being the "Dragon".

And Dvalin is the Wind Dragon. However, its strength is quite different from Kutri's, which makes Ember somewhat uncertain.

"That's a dragon! Forget all that nonsense, tell me about that guy's background and personality!" Lance Sanks' method of identifying his own kind was surprisingly sloppy.

If it looks like a dragon, then it is a dragon!

This is the secret to Lance Sanx becoming the High Priestess! Many members of the Ancient Dragon Clan discriminate against dragons, but she doesn't.

So-called flying dragons are simply ancient dragons that have degenerated. From the moment they are born, they do not have the hard scales of ancient dragons, which gives them a fatal weakness, making them targets for dragon hunters.

The Dragon's Heart belief only appeared in the borderlands from the time of the birth of dragons. This belief, which involves gaining dragon power by consuming raw dragon hearts, would have been impossible in an era when only ancient dragons existed.

The dragon's forelimbs also transformed into fleshy wings, preventing it from wielding weapons like ancient dragons. Ancient dragons, on the other hand, could use their forelimbs to wield weapons unique to them, just like humans.

Back then, the ancient dragon Gransanx, wielding only the Ancient Sansanx Spiral Spear, breached the mountain-like walls of the royal city of Rodel.

Historically, this has only happened once.

As for the red dragon lightning, wyverns wouldn't even dream of it. Therefore, within the ancient dragon race, discrimination against wyverns is extremely severe.

However, those who discriminate against others should be prepared to be discriminated against by those of higher existence. As the fourth strongest being in the ancient dragon race, Lance Sanx discriminates against all those weaker than her equally.

Therefore, she beat up most of the dragons of the ancient dragon clan. Now that I think about it, could this high priestess have been earned through beatings?

As Lance Sanks thought about this, he couldn't help but wipe the sweat from his forehead. Impossible! He was clearly elected as the High Priest by everyone, so why would he think this way?

After becoming the High Priestess, many little ones who didn't know how to pray with dragons successfully mastered it under her careful guidance (electric shocks), proving that they were quite suitable for the position of High Priestess.

“Don’t worry about his background, as long as he’s a dragon! A psychologist only needs to know his past!” Lance Sanx added.

She was extremely knowledgeable about guiding humans, beasts, and dragons—the three intelligent beings. As for the high priest, besides teaching prayer, the mental health of the believers was also very important.

"Is that so?" Ember paused for a moment, then thought for a moment and said, "Dvalin seems to have always been a dragon. Later, he was attracted to this city and became one of its guardians."

"Then he got into a fight with a guy to protect the city, got poisoned, and slept for a long time. When he woke up, he found that the city had forgotten about him, and he was very angry."

"Then someone next to him instigated him to attack the city, coinciding with the onset of the poison." Yu Jin told him everything he knew.

“How long did he sleep?” Lance Sanx asked.

“It seems to be about five hundred years,” Yu Jin said, roughly that time.

“Looks like he cares a lot about this city.” Lance Sanx glanced at the silent Mondstadt in the dead of night, then said with a smile, “He needs to learn some of the magnanimity of the immortals.”

"For short-lived creatures like humans, five hundred years is a long time, enough to change many things."

"Therefore, when long-lived and short-lived species get along, the short-lived species will always feel that the short-lived species are fickle and ruthless, while the short-lived species will find the long-lived species difficult to understand."

“It seems no one has explained this to him. In that case, I’ll guide him properly!” High Priest Lance Sanks said, waving his arm.

Chapter 147 Mondstadt's Only Knight

2023-09-02