Chapter 182 Jiang Yi plays the piano, the heart of the wind god

Mond Cathedral, Treasure Room.

"Jiang Yi, what's wrong with you?" Noel saw that Jiang Yi looked unhappy.

"Someone locked the door of the treasure room from the outside using the power of the wind." His eyes darkened as Jiang Yi heard the footsteps of someone leaving.

I also heard Ying's voice.

"Impossible!" the Knight of Favonius shouted.

Seeing Jiang Yi, Barbara, and Noelle looking over, he quickly apologized softly, "Honorary Knight, I'm not questioning you!"

"Only a few people know about the magic lock of the treasure room..."

"So, we'll find the suspect soon!" Jiang Yi was serious and not in the mood to joke at all, which surprised all the Knights of Favonius.

"Jiang Yi, are you sure?" Barbara frowned, "Who would do such a thing, and why would they do such a thing?"

"Noel, let's blow the door open together!" Jiang Yi gathered strength in his hands, ready to break the door violently!

"No!" The Knights of Favonius reacted and formed a human wall to block the gate.

"If this door is broken, we will be held accountable! Moreover, the door to the treasure room has extremely strong defense and elemental resistance, and inside it is Mondstadt's most advanced alchemy method!"

"Ten seconds past us..." The Knights of Favonius checked again and their hearts sank.

Jiang Yi's judgment might be correct. Someone really locked the door or sealed the treasure room from the outside.

Their thoughts were scattered, and they recalled the last time the Sky Harp was stolen, and someone inexplicably pushed the door open, allowing the drug to enter.

If someone can lock the door, they can also open it.

Who is it? Is it the Church of Favonius or the Knights of Favonius who are the thieves' accomplices?

The magic lock we just replaced...

"That's not good!" Noel and Barbara were a little afraid to think about vandalizing the cathedral.

"Jiang Yi, what happened?"

"Some Fatui attacked Ying and Wendy!" Jiang Yi directly said what he heard and judged.

"What?" Noelle and Barbara covered their mouths.

The Knight of Favonius didn't believe it at all.

"No matter what happens, Honor Knight, you are not allowed to destroy the door of the treasure room! If the door is broken, other items may be stolen!"

"Let's wait a moment. The Honorary Knight and the Prayer Priest are not here. Someone will notice the situation."

"With our guards outside, the Ying Honor Knights will not be attacked."

The Knights of Favonius looked uneasy.

Although their duty is to guard the treasure room and they generally have no contact with the outside world, they still hear about major events and rising stars within the Knights of Favonius.

This time, everyone is offended!

"...The words of the Honorary Knight are too unbelievable. How do you know the situation outside when you are in the treasure room?" someone questioned.

Jiang Yi looked at the people who were blocking his way and was about to push them away when his ears suddenly moved.

"Hush! The piano is playing!"

Noel and Barbara, who were willing to believe Jiang Yi's words and were anxiously wondering what to do, also heard the soft piano music.

Everyone turned around and looked at the end of the treasure room, where the Sky Harp was moving automatically without any wind, as if it was responding to something fiercely.

"Harp of the Sky..." Noel and Barbara saw Jiang Yi rushing towards the Harp of the Sky and hurried to follow. The Knights of Favonius behind him looked at each other and sent people to follow him.

"I am a person blessed by the God of Wind. I would like to borrow your Sky Harp! I will unlock the magical wind that seals the treasure room outside."

Jiang Yi held the Sky Harp and stroked the body of the instrument. "Have you sensed your master's crisis? Are you worried? Help me! Let's get rid of the obstruction of the dirty people outside."

The golden light of energy radiates from the bright guitar body and strings.

After a legendary battle, the world was restored to its former glory and the three main characters of the story met again: the singer, the dragon and the harp.

Legends and myths are revealed today, and the dim Skyharp has returned to its five-star quality.

"Jiang Yi..." Noel and Barbara watched as the Sky Harp drove a soft green breeze to wrap Jiang Yi.

In a trance, the figure of the wind god Barbatos flashed by, and Jiang Yi with a pair of elf ears appeared in front of everyone.

"God of the Wind!" Some of the Knights of Favonius could not help but kneel down.

"The audience this time is the arrogant Feng who participated in the assassination of the God of Wind!" Jiang Yi hooked his fingers on the strings of the harp. He didn't know music, but the Sky Harp could help him tell the story.

Even the loudest and most unpleasant noise can be transformed into a pleasant and melodious tune.

Recalling the scene where Wendy dispelled the wind dragon's ruins barrier, Jiang Yi played the song.

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Mond Cathedral, main entrance.

Seeing Wendy's outburst, the lady frowned and took a step back.

Three seconds later, he looked at Wendy, who had not yet broken free, with a mocking tone.

"How sad! The God who gave up ruling Mondstadt now has only this much power?"

“What a disappointment!”

Wendy looked down at her feet and then looked up again. The power of the wind was howling.

"Oh! Is the capital you use to laugh at me the power you borrowed from your master?"

Wendy's eyes stung the lady's heart.

"Glib tongue!"

The slightly angry growl brought the coldest ice and snow to the northern land.

The lady with five fingers spread out is driving the most powerful force of the ice element, demonstrating the divine power brought by the blessing of the five-star magic weapon.

His eyes penetrated Wendy's body and saw the core that constituted his whole body's strength.

His figure passed by like the wind, and the bright light spread like rays for ten meters, shining through Wendy's back.

The moment the lady finished her words, her right hand pierced Wendy, who was forced to retreat by the ice and snow.

Wendy groaned in pain, and blue light overflowed between her palm and the wound.

The lady pulled out her hand and used such force that Wendy leaned forward, knelt on her knees, and covered her chest with her hands.

The lady is facing the sun, holding a chess-piece-like heart of the god of wind between her thumb and index finger in her dark-gloved hand.

“This is—the Heart of God?”

There are seven countries in Teyvat, and each country has a god. These seven gods are the seven rulers of the world, who control the rules of the world and manage all living beings in the seven countries.

The seven hearts of gods are the embodiment of the rules of the world and the authority of gods to drive divine power.

This is the one!

Looking at the cyan-gold Heart of God, the lady looked at the wind blowing above.

"It's not as good as my collection of gorgeous chess sets!"

Hearing this, Wendy couldn't help but defend God's Heart: "Maybe it's because your aesthetic taste is really bad!"

The lady lowered her head, looked at the Wind God whom she hated so much, took a step forward with her long legs, walked over and kicked him hard again.

Wendy, who was kneeling on the ground, was thrown up by the lady's toes, rolled to the ground, tilted her head, and fainted on the ground.

"Wendy!" Ying struggled, unable to use the power of the wind, and her physical strength was crushed by the debt collector.

"Forget it!" The lady suddenly felt bored with herself as a little girl seeking revenge, so she put away her spoils and waved to the two firefly sorcerers.

"We have obtained the Heart of God! Let's go! Before the Knights of Favonius, who are being held back, return!"

"Don't leave any evidence!"

She regained her composure from the frenzy.

In Mond Square, under the statue, the girl who sang for you, for the people, and for her lover has long died with a broken face and eternal flames.

This last regret should also be put to rest and buried with the years along with those "promised things" that were destroyed.

From now on, I will cleanse this world of its source of distortion, these short-sighted and foolish gods, this filthy and dark abyss...

For the eternally pure and flawless country at the end of the horizon... keep moving forward, keep moving forward... until it turns to ashes.

“Wendy—!”

The cry for help is as weak as the vanishing wind.