The Embers of King's Teyvat Journey

Then, the waiter felt a blur before his eyes, and when he came to his senses, the man in black robes and the cold tea had both vanished.

"...Help! Someone's trying to dine without paying!"

……

"Gulu!"

In the distance, Anfotas appeared. He downed his glass of cold tea in one gulp, then casually tossed the "borrowed" cup back onto his plate from an unknown distance.

His arm emerged from his black robe as he moved. Anfotas looked at his delicate palm and the thought of "pinching" flashed through his mind. After a long while, his fingers finally began to move.

"A body forcibly created is indeed no good." Anfortas rubbed his sore and tearful right eye, shook his head and sighed.

Since learning that the Abyss Order had a way to purify curses, they, who had never cared much about their physical bodies, began to create tough bodies.

Their immense willpower, coupled with their formidable physique, was what they relied on to seize the Abyss from the Abyss Cult.

Unfortunately, in just over a month, even the strongest physical bodies they could create could not bear the consciousness of everyone.

The result was obvious: Anfortas had destroyed his strongest physical body, leaving him with no choice but to control this body, which was hastily made from scraps.

"The remnants of the Red Moon Dynasty... it's time to put the search for them on the agenda."

He pulled the eyepatch over his left eye and onto his right, muttering to himself. The sunlight in Sumeru was too dazzling; after only a short time outside, the right eye of this body couldn't take it anymore.

Their physical weakness was so obvious at this moment. Their lineage belonged to the Black Sun Dynasty and were skilled in mechanics, but when it came to creating physical bodies, the Kanriyan people of the Crimson Moon Dynasty were clearly more professional.

The Kanria dynasty, which worships the crimson moon beneath the earth, is extremely skilled in alchemy. If we could get the help of its remnants, the Abyss would probably have fallen into their hands long ago.

However, Anfortas soon chuckled and touched his forehead, "Heh, I guess I've been thinking too much since I've only come out once in a while."

"Red Moon? I'm afraid everyone there is dead."

He shook off the unrealistic thoughts in his mind and continued to walk around Sumeru City.

Chapter 691 Dreaming

2024-05-26

Hey! You over there!

Suddenly, the guards' calls rang out on the bustling street.

Anfortas wandered aimlessly through the crowd, ignoring the guards' words.

Seeing that the cloaked figure in the crowd hadn't stopped, the guard immediately jogged over to meet him.

[Maybe they don't know who they're calling for?] The guard thought to himself as he pushed through the crowd.

He was getting closer and closer to the strange man, and just as he was about to speak again, he suddenly saw the black-robed man in front of him start running.

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, the man in black robes collided head-on with the arriving guards.

"Boom!"

"Ouch!"

Both men staggered back a few steps. Anfertas looked at the guards collapsed on the ground in front of him and spat inwardly:

"Damn it, who's in charge of this body? It's acting like it has Alzheimer's!!"

Marshal Anfortas, if I may remind you, this body was cultivated by you yourself.

"We know! If you don't speak, no one will think you're mute!"

Anfortas felt he was losing face, so he simply shut up the chattering crowd in his mind.

It's true that he cultivated this body, but don't the others bear any responsibility whatsoever?

Despite being the Marshal of Kanria, he couldn't even get help from anyone to create a body for a walk!

In fact, Anfortas was quite satisfied with this body, because it looked like a normal person and there was no need to cover it with a black robe—that's right, they liked to cover their bodies with black robes when they went out, simply because the bodies under the black robes generally looked more human-like.

As for why Anfotas was wearing a black robe when he didn't need to cover himself... it's because they didn't have any suitable clothes and could only wear black robes.

Since merging everyone's consciousness into one, they no longer care about anything external; they don't even have underwear, let alone clothes.

According to the plan, now is not the time for them to act. Many things are not yet ready, so they will have to make do for now.

This hastily created body reveals the characteristic of being "made do".

It has many advantages, but it also has quite a few disadvantages, such as... this body has delays in every aspect, making Anfortas look more like he has Alzheimer's.

That was exactly what happened. From the moment the guard's shout reached Anfertas's ears until he started running, there was enough time for the guard to get close to him.

With his mind finally at peace, he was able to focus on the situation at hand. Losing face was a minor matter; being noticed by Xumi was a much bigger problem.

Anfortas took a deep breath, and prepared to start running with his extremely slow body.

However, before he could even take any action, a large group of green-clad guards quickly surrounded him.

"..."

Anfortas glanced at the rising guards and silently clenched his fists. Was he really going to have to fight the guards here before he'd even finished walking down a single street in Sumeru City?

"A foreigner?" the guard asked, looking at Anfertas's face.

Silence fell over the air. After a long while, Anfertas nodded: "Just arrived."

Do you have this?

"No."

Looking at the leaf-shaped device in the guard's hand, Anfortas slowly shook his head.

"Put it on your ear, then activate it according to the command inside." The guard handed the Void Terminal to Anfortas, then muttered to himself and turned away.

"That's really strange. Why does this guy always seem to be a step behind everyone else?"

"Judging from his long robe, he might be a patient with Demon Scale Disease!"

"You know what, it really does look like it. Let's get away from each other quickly!"

……

The guards surrounding him seemed to be avoiding something, and they all moved away from Anfertas. Only after everyone had left did the latter belatedly realize what the guards had said.

"Illness...a great affliction of the body. Unfortunately, it is destined to be a thing of the past for me."

With a low chuckle, Anfortas put the Void Terminal to his ear, but his smile quickly vanished—because he saw the message on the Void Terminal.

[Activation password: May I hear the wisdom of the gods.]

"Gods? Their wisdom... is less than one ten-thousandth of that of mortals."

Anfortas exhaled a breath of stale air, then continued forward. In the silence, the black cloak suddenly flashed with green light, and without any command, the void terminal opened completely for him.

He quietly observed everything in Sumeru; this was his second time visiting Sumeru. As the marshal of Kanria, Anfortas had once led the White Swan Knights here to resist the dark beast tide, and then hurriedly returned to Kanria due to the attack of the gods.

Seeing the familiar city again, he was momentarily dazed. Everything had changed, yet it seemed unchanged.

Soon, familiar voices pulled Anfortas back from his memories.

"Put them on properly! Put them on properly! The Void Terminal on your ear is crooked!"

"Hey? Found someone who's not wearing a Void Terminal! Put one on me right now!"

"What? No?! Now I have some, put it on me right now!"

The guards in the distance were diligently checking who wasn't wearing a void terminal, and if they found someone without one, they would simply throw a brand new one at them.

"Are there so few guards in Sumeru?" Anfutas couldn't help but complain when he saw a few familiar figures among them.

Aren't those the guys who just gave him the Void Terminal? I didn't expect them to be so busy.

He glanced at the ongoing "Void Terminal Giveaway" event and then paid no more attention.

As dusk settled and the scorching sun subsided, the streets became noticeably more crowded.

Therefore, even with the body's dulled hearing, Anfortas still heard many things that interested him.

"The Order of the Nation recently asked people to deliver void terminals to remote areas. Are you interested?"

"Hey! Have you heard? A lot of scholars from the Order of the Fathers have gone missing lately! Is something fishy going on?!"

"I heard there's going to be a rehearsal for the Flower Goddess's birthday festival at the Grand Bazaar. Shall we go check it out?"

"It's really lively," Anfortas remarked from time to time as he listened.

Although his mind was also very active, it was all at the level of consciousness and far less than the feelings brought by seeing it with his own eyes.

"drop!"

"Huh? Tinnitus?" A sharp sound suddenly rang in his ears, making Anfortas pick at them.

"How come we didn't notice before that this body had tinnitus..."

His voice grew softer and softer, and Anfortas's eyes gradually narrowed.

"Fresh patissani is the perfect garnish!!!"

"Have you finished your graduation thesis? Graduation season for the Faculty of Education is just around the corner!"

"No! My advisor has disappeared; I never see him again!"

The people coming and going chatted and laughed; it was just an ordinary evening in Xumi.

"Whoosh!" Anfortas blew on the fingers he was using to clean his ear, then flicked them. The series of complex movements were completed without any delay.

"Perhaps I'm a genius?" Anfortas said with a self-praise as he looked at his nimble hands.

"Or... was there something wrong with that 'beep!' just now?" After boasting, the smile on his face disappeared.

With his eyes closed, countless noisy sounds flooded Anfortas's quiet mind.

"Newly created bodies! Newly created bodies! Anyone want to go out? First come, first served!"

"Catona, don't tell me it's another scarecrow? Last time I came back from your scarecrow, it took me half a month to readjust my subconscious!"

"Speaking of which, when are we going to specialize in alchemy? I always feel like I'm a robot when I go out with mechanical bodies all the time."

Countless points of light, countless arguments. Within the vast, boundless white space, there are countless people.

"Quiet, we've got a job."

Anfortas appeared, and his voice instantly resounded in every corner of the space.