If Lin Yide were given another chance to choose, he would absolutely never hand that bank card over to Venti again.
Venti staggered over to Lin Yide and the others, his steps unsteady, muttering indistinctly, "You guys... why do you all look so wobbly?"
The strong smell of alcohol emanating from him made everyone instinctively take a step back.
He didn't walk more than a few steps before falling headfirst to the ground, sinking into a deep slumber.
Paimon stared incredulously at the drunken man lying there, asking Lin Yide doubtfully, "Boss Deyi, is this person really the Anemo God Barbatos? No matter how I look at him, it doesn't seem possible."
Lin Yide sighed helplessly and replied, "Although I really don't want to admit it, he really is Barbatos."
"If the people of Mondstadt knew their god was a drunkard, I bet their faith would collapse," Aether commented.
Paimon turned her head to look at Lin Yide. "Boss Deyi, what should we do now?"
Lin Yide glanced at the soundly sleeping Venti, looking glum. "What else can we do? We can only wait for this drunkard to wake up naturally."
Paimon crossed her arms, saying somewhat annoyed, "But won't waiting like this take a very long time?"
Lin Yide took out a Gomoku set from his system space. "There really isn't a better way. Paimon, why don't we play some Gomoku to pass the time? I'll let you go first."
Paimon's face broke into a smug smile. "Alright, then let me show you the true power of Teyvat's best guide!"
So, the two of them began their match.
However, after only about half an hour, Paimon was already looking utterly defeated.
In this short amount of time, she had actually lost over ten games in a row.
Lin Yide won effortlessly, as easy as slicing melons or dicing vegetables.
Paimon secretly vowed never to play Gomoku with him again; he showed absolutely no mercy.
"Paimon, your Go playing is terrible!" Aether, who was watching from the side, ribbed her.
Paimon stamped her foot angrily in the air and retorted defiantly, "You try it!"
"I'll try it then." Aether took Paimon's place, sitting across from Lin Yide, ready to begin the game.
He soon experienced the same predicament as Paimon.
Lin Yide's playing speed and accuracy were both extremely high, his style sharp. The slightest carelessness would lead to being led by the nose, falling into an extremely passive situation.
After losing over ten games in a row, Aether slowly began to adapt to his rhythm, blocking his attacks and looking for opportunities while defending.
As the game deepened, the struggle between the two became increasingly fierce and complex.
Lin Yide couldn't help but marvel at Aether's astonishing learning ability.
You couldn't even describe Descenders as using cheats; they are the cheats themselves.
The sky gradually darkened. A gentle breeze blew by, carrying the fresh fragrance of flowers, grass, and earth.
In the quiet evening, Venti slowly opened his hazy eyes and stretched languidly with a satisfied sigh.
As his consciousness gradually cleared, he recalled what had happened earlier and couldn't help but feel a touch of embarrassment.
Lin Yide had specifically told him about this a few days prior, and he had made a solemn promise at the time.
As a result, last night, while drinking, he completely forgot about it.
It was all because the baijiu imported from Liyue was simply too good!
He looked around and found Lin Yide and Aether engrossed in their game. Their match had already entered a heated stage.
Every move was carefully considered; both sides went back and forth, refusing to yield.
Finally, after this intense contest, the game ended in a draw.
Aether gazed at the board covered in pieces, a sense of relief washing over him.
That intense game had almost completely drained his mental energy.
He looked up at Lin Yide and saw that the other man still maintained a calm and composed demeanor.
Aether realized that Lin Yide hadn't fully displayed his true strength during the game.
At the same time, a trace of curiosity and suspicion about Lin Yide's identity arose within him.
At that moment, Venti walked over, clearing his throat. "Hello everyone, I am Barbatos, the Anemo God. May I ask why you summoned me?"
Lin Yide shot him a glance, his attitude rather sharp. "Didn't you sense the elemental anomalies around Mondstadt city? If you did, hurry up and calm them down."
Knowing he was in the wrong, Venti didn't mind his attitude. "Alright, then I'll use my divine power to fix all of this."
After saying that, he used his divine power to calm the elemental anomalies around Mondstadt city.
"Thanks, Lord Barbatos," Lin Yide said casually, his tone slightly perfunctory.
Venti waved his hand with a smile. "Don't be so formal! Also, just call me Venti. My current identity is that of a bard."
"If you want to hear a song, I can perform for you. All you need to do is buy me a drink."
"I'm not very interested in your singing," Lin Yide replied flatly. "Besides, it's getting late. We should return the Holy Lyre der Himmel. Otherwise, your loyal follower, Miss Barbara, will start worrying again."
Venti didn't give up. "Yi... Deyi, I recently learned 'Rippling.' I guarantee it's absolutely beautiful! Just give me another bottle of that wine from last time."
Lin Yide's attitude remained sharp. "Dream on. That wine was personally mixed by Diona at the Cat's Tail Tavern. You should know, getting her to mix a drink isn't easy."
Hearing that, Venti's head drooped in disappointment. "No wonder it was so delicious! Too bad I'm allergic to cats; I can't help but sneeze whenever I get near one."
Afterwards, the group returned to Mondstadt city in the setting sun's afterglow, heading towards the Favonius Cathedral.
As they stepped into the cathedral, Barbara was in the midst of a heartfelt confession.
To her, losing the Holy Lyre der Himmel was an unforgivable mistake.