The Embers of King's Teyvat Journey

But spirits are spirits; they are mad and sadistic. Those with weak wills can be influenced by them and become tools for the spirits to commit killings.

Jade's brutal behavior immediately made Jeberlele suspect that she was affected by the spirit within the weapon.

After all, Jade grew up under his care and was a warm and loving daughter. How could she possibly show such a ferocious side?

It must all be that damned spirit's fault.

And just like that, Jede's coming-of-age gift was taken back by Jeberlele within hours of being received.

"Ah~, Dad, give me back my weapon right now!"

"No, you're too young. This isn't suitable for you!"

"Your enemy looks so powerful, how can you deal with him all by yourself? Give me your weapon, I'm actually quite strong too!"

"No need. I'm no worse than him, and I have accumulated wealth and connections in Sumeru. He can't do anything to me."

In the alleys of Sumeru City, a large man was slowly dragging a girl clinging to his lap forward.

No matter what the girl said, the man remained unmoved, which drew the attention of passersby who occasionally walked through the alley.

……

"what!"

"drink!"

"Hey!"

Some distance away from the narrow alley, another woman with dark skin was wielding a large sword and hacking at a wooden stake in front of her.

Her complexion wasn't as bright as Jade's, but it was much better than Jeberle's.

Perhaps it's because she's a woman who pays attention to skincare. In short, her unique skin tone, combined with the bulging muscles on her arms and abdomen, gives her a capable and efficient appearance.

What's even more eye-catching is the sudden knot in the woman's beautiful hair that looks like cat ears. The knot sways with the woman's movements, making her look heroic and dashing, yet also playful and cute.

“Dishia…”

Dixia was concentrating on honing her martial arts skills when a soft voice interrupted her.

The newcomer wore a simple, long white dress, with a dark purple shawl covering her upper body. Judging from the sheen of the shawl and dress, this woman must have come from a wealthy family.

"Oh dear, my young lady, you've only just recovered somewhat. Aren't you worried sick about your husband and mistress coming out in this blazing sun?"

"It's alright, I'm much better now." Dinazedai smiled slightly at Desia, who was rubbing her forehead, indicating that she was fine.

Unfortunately, Dixia wasn't having any of it. She put down her greatsword and picked up Dinazedai.

"Miss, you have Demon Scale Disease. You're better today, but who knows if it will get worse tomorrow? It's best not to wander around aimlessly."

Desia's arms were strong and powerful, rendering Dinazedai unable to move. Left with no other option, Dinazedai, nestled in Desia's arms, could only whisper to Desia:

"But my illness has really improved a lot. The day before yesterday, I secretly left the blanket open while I was sleeping, and yesterday morning I even secretly ate a bite of shaved ice."

"See, I'm perfectly fine."

After saying that, Dina Zede chuckled a few times: "Hehe, Dixia, let me tell you, the smoothie is delicious."

"..."

Dixia looked at the "rebellious" Dinazedai in her arms, shook her head, and put her down.

"Sigh, well, it seems our young lady is really much better. But if the master and mistress find out about these things, you won't be able to leave the house for a while!"

Although Dixia sighed, she couldn't suppress the smile on her lips. She and Dinazedai were supposedly employer and bodyguard, but their relationship was more like that of friends and confidantes.

She was genuinely happy to see her best friend's incurable disease finally improve.

After all, in the past, let alone eating smoothies, even a slight cold would have kept Dina Zedai bedridden for days.

"No! I only told you this because I trust you. It's a secret. You can't tell my parents." Upon hearing this, Dina Zede immediately waved her hands in a panic.

"Hahaha! Miss, I was just kidding! It's rare that your condition has improved. Where do you want to go?! I'll carry you there!"

When Dixia saw Dinaze's panicked appearance, she threw her head back and laughed a few times.

Previously, for fear of startling Dina Zede, Dixia had never joked with her, but today she had achieved that goal.

"Phew... that scared me to death."

"You don't need to carry it. I've found a great group of people, and we can hold the Flower Goddess Festival this year!"

"Oh? Then can I come along?"

A third person entered the conversation between the two who were laughing and joking.

Chapter 676 Believers of the Grass God

2024-05-21

"Who?!"

A rough voice startled Dinazede. Unlike Dinazede, who looked like a frightened rabbit, Desia merely frowned at the figure that had appeared from the shadows.

"Rahman, if it weren't for Miss's improved condition, we might be facing each other with swords today."

"Oh? I don't think I did anything to this young lady, did I?" As soon as Dixia finished speaking, a dark-skinned man jumped down from the rooftop next to her.

Without a doubt, he was Rahman, whom Dixia recognized instantly.

"You really don't do anything before you act, Rahman. Miss suffers from Demon Scale Disease and can't be frightened," Dixia replied indifferently.

This caused Rahman's smiling face to freeze. In the early stages of Demon Scale Disease, one could still venture out, but in the later stages, one was truly confined to a hospital bed, waiting to die.

For this type of patient, let alone being frightened, even a moment of carelessness could cause the condition to flare up and lead to death.

She glanced at Dina Zede, who was patting her chest behind Dishia, and thankfully, nothing seemed amiss.

"Phew—I'm so sorry, miss, I didn't mean to."

Rahman quickly apologized to Dinazedai. He was incredibly grateful for the Red King's protection; otherwise, instead of causing trouble for the Order of the Church upon arriving in Sumeru City, he would have ended up fighting with an old friend first.

“No…it’s alright, Dixia, is this your friend?” Dinazede looked curiously at Rahman, who was covered in scars.

She had hardly ever left her home since she could remember, so it would be a lie to say she wasn't curious when she saw other desert people besides Dixia.

"Hmm... I guess so." Dixia pondered for a moment, then nodded.

She and Rahman were only nodding acquaintances, barely acquainted. But according to the rules among mercenaries, calling them friends wouldn't be an exaggeration.

"I see." Upon hearing Dixia's words, Dinazede lowered her guard, her last bit of wariness gone.

She stepped out from behind Dixia and asked Rahman, "Hello, I am Dinazede, and I am also Dixia's friend."

"You just said you're going to join us for the Flower Goddess Festival, right?"

Rahman scratched his head as he looked at Dinazede's outstretched hand. He was about to say something when he was interrupted by Dixia.

“I know you have something to ask me, but as you can see, I already have someone else to ask. You know my character.”

"If you want me to do something for you, I'm afraid I can't oblige."

Dixia shrugged at Rahman, then turned to Dinazede and said:

"Miss, let's go, we can set off now."

"Wait, what if it's just a few questions?"

"Then come along! I'm free right now!" Upon hearing this, Dixia waved immediately.

……

"The Flower Goddess's Birthday Festival? I've never heard of that. Could it be the Flower Goddess's birthday?" After traveling with Dishia and Dinazede for a while, Rahman asked in confusion.

"No, this used to be the day when the Flower Goddess celebrated the birthday of the Great Tree King, but later the date was changed to the birthday of the Little Lucky Grass King."

"In just a few days, it will be the 499th year since she was welcomed to the Order of the Church!"

Dina Zede enthusiastically explained to Rahman that the more people who knew about the Flower Goddess's Birthday Festival, the more lively the festival would be.

"Is that so?" Rahman raised an eyebrow, glancing with interest at Dina Zede, whose eyes were shining.

Whenever she talked about the Grass God, her eyes would light up even more. This made Rahman wonder if he was incredibly lucky to have met a follower of the Little Auspicious Grass King.

"Judging from your appearance, you seem to worship the Little Auspicious Grass King? But I remember she has never appeared in Sumeru City, right?"

Rahman didn't care about the Flower Goddess or the Tree King in the Flower Goddess Festival; the only thing he cared about was the Little Lucky Grass King.

This deity's attitude in the Church Council's god-making plan is very important and must be clarified.

"The Little Auspicious Grass King?" Dina Zede was somewhat surprised to hear this, seemingly not expecting that Rahman, a desert man, would be interested in the grass god who was ignored by everyone.

If Dinazede was surprised, then Dixia was shocked. Her eyes widened at Rahman's words, revealing their bright vertical pupils.

"Hey! What's wrong with you? Did you take the wrong medicine? Or did you get kicked in the head by a beast?" Dixia looked at Rahman. This guy's faith in the Red King was second to none.

Yet this very person is now interested in the most inconspicuous little auspicious grass king in Sumeru, making Dixia suspect that Rahman may have eaten mushrooms from the rainforest indiscriminately.

"Ahem! It's just learning more about the Grass God, no need to make a fuss. I have even more surprising news for you." Rahman coughed a few times, speaking to Dixia with feigned mystery.

"What ancient civilization's treasures have you found this time? Be careful, it might just be another pile of fool's gold."

“No, the information I have is as groundbreaking as the emergence of the Golden Dreamland,” Rahman emphasized, but this only earned him Dixia’s skepticism.

Seeing this, Rahman was not in a hurry. There were many people around now. He would explain to Dixia when there were fewer people, and she would naturally believe him.

"How amazing! So there really are relics of ancient civilizations in the desert? And what exactly is this Golden Dreamland?"

Dina Zede listened intently, feeling as if she were already wearing a scholar's robe and about to embark on an adventure in the endless desert.

"Hey, miss, the desert isn't as interesting as you think. You'd better tell this guy about the Grass God."

After saying that, Dixia leaned over and whispered, "This guy is a loyal follower of the Crimson King. If you can change his faith, the Little Lucky Grass King will definitely be very satisfied!"

"Is that so? Then I'll try my best!" Dina Zede nodded gently.

"Then, Mr. Rahman, how much do you know about the Little Lucky Grass King?"

"Understand?" Rahman looked left and right, and after a long while, he finally uttered a sentence.

"I only know that he is the new god of you rainforest people, but I don't know anything else about him."

"Is it really true that she has never appeared in Sumeru City?"

He racked his brains, but could only recall the name "Little Lucky Grass King" from his memory; nothing more.