Genshin Impact: I'm the Group Owner in Teyvat

Chu Luo got out of bed, washed up, and left the Knights' Order.

Walking out to the plaza, the colossal statue of the wind god stood majestically, surrounded by a group of Mondstadt residents.

Their faces showed worry, tension, and confusion.

A bard, dressed primarily in green tones, is standing beneath a statue of the wind god, eyes closed, gently stroking the harp in his hands.

Good heavens, Barbatos's here busking.

After thinking for a moment, Chu Luo retrieved a worn-out empty bowl from the system space, pushed through the crowd to the front, and placed it in front of Wendy.

He didn't know if what he was doing was right or wrong, but yesterday, Lord Diluc was pressing for payment in the group chat.

It's tough being a bard, so supporting someone with a broken bowl is really generous.

"The story I'm about to tell begins in the ancient times, when the gods still roamed the earth... uh..."

Chu Luo put down the broken bowl, which still contained ten Mora.

After doing all this, he silently retreated back into the crowd.

Wendy lived in Bengbu.

After a pause, he continued reciting the poems of his bard.

"The dragon descended from the sky, filled with curiosity about everything in the world. The dragon sought its own answers, yet could not comprehend the chaos of the world..."

"Dragons are nothing more than curious children, simply soaring through the air without a care in the world..."

"The dark ages then descended, and the lion's teeth decayed, and the eagle's banner fell silent..."

"The sky dragon answered the call and fought a desperate battle with the evil dragon in the storm..."

"The Sky Dragon swallowed the venomous blood of the evil dragon and fell into a deep sleep, but many years later, no one recognized it anymore..."

Why do people reject me?

"Poetry and prose remain silent..."

……

Teyvat continental group.

[System notification: Group owner Chu Luo has started a group live stream.]

[Kaeya: Good morning, boss~]

Diluc: ?

Xingqiu: Tsk tsk

[Chongyun: He's even calling him "boss," this guy really knows how to get things done, he's obviously a smooth operator~ [thumbs up][thumbs up]]

[Jean: This is Mondstadt Square. Is this bard going to work so early? [puzzling]]

[Diluc: Forget it, you can pay me back after the Dragon Plague. Risking your life to earn money isn't worth it, @Venti]

[Zhongli: @Wendy, did you earn a lot yesterday? How much?]

[Thoma: There are too few people. Mondstadt was affected by the Dragon Plague, so the income is probably very poor. [Nodding][Nodding]]

[Ningguang: This poem is very interesting. It sounds like it's about the past of Stormterror, right? @Jin]

[Jean: This part of history isn't recorded, and this is the first time I've heard of it [question] @Venti, is this part of history before Stormterror became the Guardian of the East Wind? [question]]

[Keqing: Absolutely, yes, and it also explained why Stormterror attacked Mondstadt, so I understand now [shrug]]

[Yanfei: That's not right. Wasn't it said that the Abyss Cult was behind this? [Question][Question]]

[Keqing: The group owner is right, and the reward was also given by the group owner. Group owner, come out here @ChuLuo]

[Chu Luo: The group owner doesn't know~]

Klee: Waaah~ Why is Brother Chulu mimicking Klee's speech? [Sulking][Sulking]

Chapter 13 His name is Wendy, Chu Luo cooks.

At the entrance of the Knights of Favonius.

Yingmei and Paimeng were wandering aimlessly.

They returned to the Knights late yesterday. After chatting with Commander Jean about the Stormterror, they went to rest.

At this moment, Yingmei stood high on the church bell tower.

"Ying, why are you standing so high?"

Paimon shrugged, looking puzzled and curious.

Standing atop the clock tower, you're almost as tall as the giant wind god statue in the square, but what's the point?

"Didn't you tell me to follow the elemental traces? The elemental traces end here, don't you?"

Yingmei looked at Paimon with a dissatisfied expression: "And then the elemental traces disappeared again, so are you kidding me?"

"No way!"

Paimon put his hands on his hips and said confidently, "But it's okay. Ying, you've just learned to use Elemental Vision, so you must be very unfamiliar with it. It's good to practice more~"

The ingenious emergency food supplies were completely unwilling to admit their navigation error.

However, they saw familiar faces in the chat group.

"Ying, look, that green guy is right under the statue. We couldn't remember his name yesterday, but now I do!"

"His name is Wendy!"

"That's the bard who's being chased for money by Lord Diluc, and he's out singing and playing instruments to earn a living. Poor thing!"

Paimon pointed his little finger at Wendy, who was telling the story of Stormterror below, and said with a sympathetic look.

But Yingmei doesn't think so.

“His relationship with Wind Demon Dragon yesterday was unusual. Listen to the stories he told. Even the leader of the troupe, Jean, didn’t know these stories. This guy’s background must be very mysterious!”

Yingmei rolled her eyes at Paimon and said, "My brother and I have been to many worlds before, and we often meet people who seem pitiful, but they're actually just pretending. Don't trust them~"

"really?"

Paimon kicked his little legs and cupped his cheeks in his hands: "Now that you mention it, Paimon thinks this guy is really awful. How about we call him 'Little Green Singer' from now on?"

"puff……"

"Is giving nicknames your second talent, Paimon?"

Yingmei laughed, hands on her hips: "Your first talent is a bottomless glutton, and your second talent is the nickname 'King.' Paimon, you're awesome!"

"That doesn't sound like a compliment at all, hmph~"

Paimon snorted smugly: "Anyway, since this little green street performer knows so much about Stormterror, let's go down and ask him, shall we?"

"Well, let's go."

Spreading her wings of wind, Yingmei flew down from the top of the clock tower.

The bard had just finished reciting his poem when the Mondstadt residents gradually dispersed from the square.

Some of them understood, while others did not.

Whether they understood or not, the problem of the dragon calamity remained unresolved, and people were filled with anxiety, unsure when the next Stormterror would arrive.

What kind of damage will it cause?

Wendy put away the organ and looked down.

When he saw that there were nearly a hundred Mora in the broken bowl in front of him, the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

This way of making money is just too... too perplexing.

Chu Luo put down the broken bowl, listened for a while, and then left. He was going to have breakfast at the Deer Hunter's, so he wasn't in the square.

"Eighty-nine Mora... Heh, oh well, might as well take it. That's enough to buy a small bottle of dandelion wine, sigh~"

"This group admin really likes to play tricks on people. I wonder if he has already discovered my identity?"

Put away the broken bowl, and the Mora inside it.

Wendy looked up and found a person standing in front of her, along with a small mascot flying around.

"Ah, you are... Oh, you're the ones who scared Tvalin away yesterday, aren't you?"

"Dvalin? Don't most people call him Stormterror... Are you very familiar with Stormterror?"

"Hey, guess?"

……

Chulo arrived at the Deer Hunter Restaurant.

Sarah was busy by herself, though not really.

The dragon scourge had a significant impact, resulting in very few Mondstadt residents going out for breakfast; the crowd was mostly made up of green-clad adventurers.

They were so green, so vibrant green, it's a pity their hats weren't green either.

A deer hunter's breakfast consists of milk, cheese, bread, sausage, and fried eggs.

They all look the same, which doesn't really make them look appetizing.

After thinking for a moment, Chu Luo ran to the general store across the street.

The real general store is different from the one in the game. Chu Luo can walk in and see a wide variety of goods.

So, after searching around, he found something good.

"Miss Blanche, is this new?"

Chu Luo was a little excited when he saw a small bag containing something soft, white, and resembling tofu.

This is silken tofu, which can be used to make tofu pudding!

"Ah, it's Mr. Chu Luo. This is new stock, shipped from Liyue a few days ago, and it's not on sale yet~"

Miss Blanche is very enthusiastic. Although business hasn't been great these past few days, she still insists on opening her shop every day.

She had never tried this new variety of tofu before; it was a new shipment that had recently arrived from Liyue.