The Homeless Man of Teyvat

All forces secretly accelerated their actions, and the undercurrent in Xumi City seemed to be unusually tense.

But this tension was enveloped by the increasingly strong festive atmosphere. Except for a few discerning people, most residents of Xumi City did not notice anything strange.

What they are more concerned about is this Flower Goddess's birthday.

Flower God’s Birthday originally meant celebrating the Flower God’s birthday.

Legend has it that a long time ago, on the birthday of King Daci Shu, his friends held a banquet to celebrate his birthday.

At the banquet, several gods were drunk, and one of them took advantage of it and played a musical instrument. The Great Merciful Tree King sang happily, and the flower gods danced with the music.

When the Goddess of Flowers danced, countless beautiful patisharans grew on the grass he walked on.

This is a very ancient festival, which was first celebrated for the birthday of King Daci Shu.

After the King of Trees passed away, it was inherited and the time was changed to the birthday of the Little Lucky Grass King.

The Imperial Academy has not paid much attention to festival celebrations in recent years, making Xumi City the same as usual during previous festivals, which really lacked a lot of fun. And this time, for some reason, the group of sage scholars from the Teaching Council actually let go of their control over the festival, and even acquiesced to the big deal.

So, even before the festival arrives, there is already a festive atmosphere on the streets of the city. For a time, countless Sumeru people were aroused and geared up, planning to celebrate and enjoy the upcoming birthday of the Goddess of Flowers.

Seven or eight days passed in a flash, when the residents of Xumi City were immersed in the festive atmosphere, the great sage left the teaching court alone, without attracting the attention of any scholars.

Khawaja watched him leave in front of the gate of the Order without saying anything. It was not until Azar's figure disappeared that he turned back to the Order and temporarily took over the position of the great sage.

Outside Jingshan Palace.

The great sage Azar stopped and looked up at the palace of the gods, with a complex look in his eyes.

The people of Xumi are all people who have been favored by the Great Kind Tree King. Even if he has not seen it with his own eyes, generations of scholars have seen "true wisdom". Compared with the era of the Great Ci Tree King, the Little Lucky Grass King's position as a god will only bring confusion to scholars.

Since the death of King Daci Shu, Sumeru scholars have been groping in the boundless darkness of consciousness and wisdom, aimlessly, physically and mentally tired, but no longer guided by light.

And now, that light may be coming back. Maybe it is very weak, very fragile, just a little sign, but in the endless darkness, any little light is precious.

Azar no longer hesitated and first asked all the guards of Jingshan Palace to evacuate, then opened the palace door and walked slowly inside.

All kinds of decorations in Jingshan Palace remain the same, and the environment is clean and free of dust.

In addition to the fact that the doors and windows of Jingshan Palace are blocked all year round, it is also because a god lives here.

Even if it is a newly born god, even if he does not pay special attention to it, his residence will naturally reject the intrusion of external evil, let alone dust.

Azar stopped, raised his head, and looked at the "birdcage"-like seal in the air.

The god of Sumeru is in the seal. He has his eyes closed, and it seems that he doesn't notice anyone coming, or doesn't care about someone coming.

"I know you're awake."

Azar took a deep breath and said, "The sudden mental attack that day was also your fault, right?"

The god still closed his eyes and didn't seem to hear.

Azar was silent for a few seconds and shook his head: "There is no point in denying it, little Lucky Grass King. I didn't come here to confront you in silence and waste time."

The gods remained unmoved.

Azar frowned and began to wonder if his guess was wrong. At this moment, he suddenly noticed something moving behind him, like footsteps approaching rapidly while trying to suppress his voice, or the sound of wind created by waving a generous object in his hand.

Who is following? !

Azar was startled, and just as he was about to turn around, he saw the silent god finally opening his eyes, and the green eyes with the four-leaf clover mark suddenly lit up.

Azar's brain suddenly felt dizzy for a moment, and then he fainted completely as if someone had hit him hard with a hammer.

"Bang!"

Elhaysen weighed the heavy book in his hand, looked at the great sage who was knocked unconscious by his "power of wisdom", and said in a calm tone: "In addition to the mind, a strong body is equally important to a scholar. It seems that you don't It’s such a shame to know this.”

"Huh...why did Azar come over suddenly?"

Nasida breathed a sigh of relief, then became confused: "Is it because of the god-making plan?"

"I don't know, but it doesn't matter. Just ask him later. He came here by himself, which saves a lot of effort."

Elhaysen put away the book and took off Azar's void terminal, as well as all suspicious items that could provide protection and strength, including his hat, monocle, and even the outermost sage's robe. Didn't let go.

Then he took out a chair and a rope and tied Azar tightly to ensure that the great sage was harmless.

After doing this, Elhaysen woke up Azar in a gentler way.

"hiss……"

Azar woke up leisurely and immediately felt the pain in the back of his head. He subconsciously wanted to reach out, but realized that his arm seemed to be restricted and could not move.

He was stunned for a moment, and finally saw his situation clearly - he had become a prisoner inexplicably.

Azar raised his head, and the first thing he saw was the god looking down at him from within the seal, followed by Alhaysen, who was muscular and looked more like a bodybuilder than a scholar.

"I should have thought of it earlier, really, I should have thought of it earlier. How can there be no believers around the gods?"

Azar muttered in a low voice and raised his head: "Lord Little Lucky Grass King, did you choose Elhaisen as the first chess piece after your return?"

"Elhaisen is not a chess piece, he is my people." Nashida shook her head, very seriously.

Elhaisen's expression did not change, but he felt a little warm in his heart. Lord Little Lucky Grass King would not lie, and His recognition would naturally be more touching.

"It's all the same, it's all the same."

Azar coughed twice, and the dull pain from the back of his head made him frown: "Although Elhaisen has a weird personality and is a bit lazy, his knowledge and wisdom are quite excellent. It's perfect for you to choose him to assist you."

Nashida did not answer, but looked at Azar tied to the chair with Elhaisen in silence and confusion. They didn't know if it was an illusion, but they always felt that something was wrong.

Azar...why does he look like a gentle old man giving instructions to his younger generation before his death?

He should be arrogant and proud, thinking that even if he is not as powerful and omniscient as a god, he is still very close to a god and has reached the highest point of human wisdom.

He should not look like this.