thefictionvixens Chapter 98 Chatting with Lisa, Junior, these are all not allowed, Nasita, prepare for battle again.
Chapter 98 Chatting with Lisa, Junior, these are all not allowed, Nasita, prepare for battle again.
Chapter 98 Chatting with Lisa, Junior, these are all not allowed, Nasita, prepare for battle again.
When she spoke, Lisa's voice had a unique languid tone, with a slight upward inflection at the end, like a feather gently brushing against the heart.
The answer I'm really looking forward to is that I came here to chat.
"Of course we're here to chat with you, sister." Chen Bo smiled and stated his purpose directly, "We came here hoping to read some books in the library and learn about the detailed rules of the various competitions in the badminton festival."
"Oh? This junior is so interested in the badminton festival?"
Lisa smiled, extended her slender fingers, and gently tapped the counter, gracefully pulling out a beautifully printed brochure from a stack of documents.
"Then, I'll tell you all about it."
She spread the flyers out on the table.
"First, there's the traditional event that Mondstadt residents are most proud of—the 'Poetry Competition.'"
Lisa pointed to the title, "The rules are simple, and also—Mond. There are no judges; it's all based on the audience's vote. Whoever's poem moves everyone the most will be the Poet Laureate."
Chen Bo's gaze swept over the line of text: Public vote?
Yes, that makes sense. Poetry is an art form for the masses, and it shouldn't be handed over to judges in the first place.
The most important thing is the power of emotional appeal. To compete with a wind god in terms of emotional appeal is no easy feat.
"That sounds interesting." Farusan, who was standing nearby, was also very interested in this purely cultural activity. "Emotional resonance is indeed the soul of poetry."
“That’s right.” Lisa nodded approvingly, her finger sliding down the flyer. “Then, there’s the second highlight, and the most exciting part—the banquet.”
"This can't be a vote either, can it?" Chen Bo asked.
"No, that's not it." Lisa chuckled. "This project is about hard skills. It's not just about drinking capacity, but more importantly, the ability to appreciate fine wines."
She explained, "Contestants are required to taste several special blends jointly created by Mr. Duluk and the Wine Industry Association. Then, within a specified time, they must accurately write down the main ingredients, approximate proportions, vintage, and fermentation time of each drink."
Upon hearing this, Chen Bo's heart stirred.
Component analysis?
This is a bit tricky. I don't know if it's possible to design an instrument on the spot.
"Even the most discerning tasters need to be able to discern whether the winemaker felt joy or sorrow while crafting that particular barrel of wine. Only those who can achieve this level of expertise are awarded the title of 'Wine Master.'"
"The brewer's feelings?" Farusan found it somewhat unbelievable.
"You can taste that too?"
“Of course,” Lisa blinked. “Wine has a life of its own. The winemaker’s emotions are infused into it and become part of the flavor.”
Chen Bo felt a headache coming on. If the ingredients could be detected through manufacturing instruments, how could the brewer's emotions be perceived? This was too exaggerated.
Chen Bo asked in a low voice, "Can we use equipment to assist us during the competition?"
Upon hearing this, Lisa was taken aback at first, then burst into laughter. She held up an index finger and gently shook it in front of Chen Bo.
"No, junior."
"This is wine tasting, an exchange between the taste buds and the soul, not an alchemical experiment."
"Throughout the entire competition, the use of any alchemical items, God's Eye, or elemental power is strictly prohibited. You can only rely on your tongue and nose."
The smile on Chen Bo's face slowly froze.
It's over. There's not a glimmer of hope for victory.
Let alone defeating Wendy, it would be difficult for him to even beat the other drinkers in Mondstadt.
Lisa's finger continued to slide down, landing on the last item on the flyer, which was also the largest item on the page.
"Finally, we have the most exciting finale of our badminton festival – the Flight Competition."
Chen Bo is very confident in his flying skills.
Although he himself cannot fly, he has mechs, floating cannons, and various flight devices!
It can easily accelerate to 4,000 meters per second.
"Senior Lisa, are there any restrictions in the rules of this flying competition?" Chen Bo asked tentatively. "For example, can I modify my Wind Wings? Add a small jet propulsion unit? Or use a mechanism to assist with steering?"
Upon hearing this, Lisa first gracefully covered her mouth, then her purple eyes almost overflowed with laughter.
She looked at Chen Bo as if he were a child asking a cute question: "Junior, your idea is very interesting, but—of course, it's not allowed."
She extended her slender index finger again and gently shook it in front of Chen Bo, ruthlessly shattering his illusions once more.
"This is the 'Wings of the Wind' gliding competition, not a mechanical modification contest. The core of the competition is to test the participants' perception of the wind, their control of airflow, and their purest gliding skills."
"Therefore, modifications to the Wind Wings are prohibited during the competition, not even mechanical assistance for steering. Of course, it is also forbidden to use the power of the Eye of God to manipulate the wind element. Everything depends on yourself and the Wind Wings."
The smile on Chen Bo's face froze again, just like it had before.
He felt like a Formula 1 racer preparing to compete, but when he arrived at the track, the referee told him that today's race was a marathon, and he had to run barefoot.
Poetry — no chance.
Wine tasting — free.
Flying — suicide.
He, an "outsider" without the Eye of God and with an ordinary physique, is competing with a group of Mondstadt people who have been flying around in the sky since childhood in terms of gliding skills.
Isn't this just like throwing a non-swimmer into the water and having to compete with a group of swimming champions to see who gets to the other side first?
What's the point of comparing? There's absolutely no comparison.
"So, it's purely based on skill?" Farusan, who was standing to the side, listened with great interest.
This kind of competition, which returns to its roots, aligns well with her imagination of ancient traditions.
"That's right," Lisa nodded firmly.
Chen Bo has completely lost faith.
He felt that his supposedly amazing tech tree was completely useless during this trip to Mondstadt.
At first, I thought it would be easy to win the championship, but now I realize that I'm just a roadside player.
He subconsciously glanced at Moon One, which stood quietly beside him. Moon One was Chen Bo's first-generation mechanical doll, and it had never been upgraded.
Well, the main reason is that upgrading requires logging off, and logging off is equivalent to death, which would cause this alchemical skin to collapse.
However, speaking of which, Luna 1 is a sleight of hand alchemy, and so is Abeldo.
If Abelardo can participate, then Luna 1 can participate too, right?
Something seemed to click in Chen Bo's mind, connecting with something else.
That's wonderful, absolutely wonderful.
He suddenly looked up and stared intently at Lisa.
"Sister Lisa."
"Hmm? What's wrong, junior? Giving up so quickly?" Lisa's tone was slightly teasing.
"No." Chen Bo shook his head, then pointed to Moon One beside him and said, "What if I don't participate myself, and instead have my 'Alchemy Doll' participate in my place?"
Farus was stunned. Could this really be possible?
Lisa's languid expression showed a hint of surprise. She blinked her beautiful purple eyes, clearly not expecting Chen Bo to ask such a question.
Chen Bo pressed his advantage, quickly adding, "This is my alchemical doll, its functions are identical to a real person. I guarantee that I will not make any modifications to it before the competition begins, and it will absolutely not use any propulsion equipment during flight, fully complying with your rules."
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Chen Bo's logic is clear and his attitude is sincere.
Lisa's gaze swept back and forth between Chen Bo and Luna 1, seemingly assessing the feasibility of the proposal.
She walked up to Luna 1 with great interest, pinched its skin, and found that it was indeed indistinguishable from a real person.
"The alchemical doll competition—" Lisa also thought of Abedo.
It seems like there shouldn't be any problems.
"The rules don't actually prohibit alchemical dolls from participating."
Become!
Chen Bo was overjoyed and almost jumped for joy.
Lisa closed the manual, leaned forward, placed her hands on the counter, and looked at him with a smile: "Nothing is forbidden, so it's allowed. But, junior, you must remember your promise, your alchemical doll must also perfectly conform to the rules of the game."
"Of course!" Chen Bo replied with a smile.
Can't use thrusters? No problem!
Can't use elemental forces? No problem!
But inside Luna 1 sits a god!
An avatar of the true God who holds the authority of wisdom.
It can also be said to be the top intelligent agent of Teyvat.
Writing poetry? For the Grass God, it's not that simple.
As for wine tasting, given Nasita's ability to distinguish quality, it shouldn't be a problem.
As for flying—
With the terrifying calculating abilities of the god of wisdom, every wisp of wind direction and every strand of airflow was calculated to the extreme, allowing for the most precise micro-management of the Wind Wings.
Micro-management master!
A dimensional reduction attack, a direct crushing defeat.
Chen Bo was ecstatic. He turned to look at Moon One and exclaimed excitedly, "Moon, Moon! The entire village's hopes rest on your shoulders this time!"
"Let's give the people of Mondstadt a little intellectual shock!"
Luna One shrugged, and Nasita's clear voice, tinged with a hint of helplessness yet also a touch of indulgence, rang out.
"I just can't do anything with you."
Farusan's beautiful eyebrows furrowed slightly as she looked Luna One up and down, her eyes filled with a scholarly scrutiny: "A puppet is still just a puppet. The emotions in poetry, the subtle flavors in wine, and the perception of the wind while gliding—these cannot be accomplished through calculation alone."
Lisa rested her chin on her hand, watching Chen Bo with great interest, seemingly waiting to see how he would explain.
"Seniors, seniors, just wait until it's finished. Lunar One will definitely surprise you all." Chen Bo didn't explain much, giving them a confident message.
Seeing his certainty, Lisa didn't ask any more questions, but her lazy smile deepened: "Alright, then I'll wait and see. You can use the library spaces as you like, just keep quiet."
In a corner of the library, Chen Bo and Farusan quickly found a quiet spot.
Chen Bo specifically selected ancient texts about Mondstadt alchemy, from the art of black earth to the art of chalk, to the research notes of modern alchemists on elemental transmutation.
Luna One sat on Chen Bo's lap and watched the show together.
Mondstadt's alchemy library is quite good.
However, these were mostly banned books, and Lisa didn't forbid them. Instead, she was even more curious about how much knowledge Chen Bo could learn.
Chen Bo did not make any request to take him out to see.
On the other hand, Farusian was reading some ancient books from Mondstadt; she was more interested in literature.
"Hmph, utter nonsense!" she muttered under her breath, which made Chen Bo look up at her.
"What's wrong, Senior Farusan?"
"The author of this book actually claims that the Demon God of Gale, Dekalapian, imprisoned his people in the tower because of his arrogance. That's utter nonsense!"
Farusan tapped the pages of the book with her finger and scoffed, "From what I understand, the snowstorms of that era were enough to tear apart any unprotected life. Dekalapian built the high walls primarily for protection, but the book makes no mention of it. How can young people today write with such prejudice?"
Chen Bo smiled but didn't reply.
People with different perspectives will inevitably arrive at completely different conclusions when describing the same period of history.
It's normal to have biases.
Chen Bo and Faroshan have completely different reading styles.
Because Chen Bo reads very quickly, extremely quickly.
Faroshan, on the other hand, appreciates history and takes her time.
Lisa leaned against the counter, resting her chin on her hand, her gaze lazily sweeping over the two guests from Sumeru.
She had met too many scholars of the Sumeru school; most of them were rigorous, rigid, and even carried an uncomfortable arrogance and pedantry.
But these two are quite different.
She's very intelligent and adorable.
These two are quite an interesting combination.
A faint smile played on Lisa's lips as she thought to herself that this year's badminton festival might be much more lively than in previous years.
Meanwhile, in the office of the acting Grand Master of the Knights of Favonius.
Amber was standing in front of her desk, enthusiastically reporting on her experiences from the recent trip to the snow-capped mountains.
Meanwhile, Klee sat on the sofa to the side, swinging her legs back and forth.
Jean, the acting leader of Mondstadt, put down her hand that was writing documents and listened to Amber's report.
However, Qin looked very tired.
Amber: "—In short, Abedo's alchemy array was a great success, and Mr. Anil also found a suitable location, right next to the camp, and used a very special method to directly blast open a cave—"
Qin immediately stopped, saying, "Wait a minute."
"Blow up—the cave?"
Amber nodded: "That's right, a cave with a diameter of over fifty meters, it's really big."
"What about the avalanche? Did it cause a large-scale rockfall?" Qin's fingers unconsciously tightened as she subconsciously asked about safety.
The explosion created a 50-meter-long cave; it's unimaginable how terrifying it must have been.
"No, no!" Seeing Jean's strong reaction, Amber quickly waved her hands and vividly described the situation: "Commander Jean, you don't know, that explosion was amazing!"
"The explosion was muffled, not loud at all. There was just a 'thud,' and the soil on the mountainside was shattered and fell down; there wasn't any debris or rocks scattered everywhere."
"It seems to be called directional blasting—"
"Well, in short, it has very little impact on the surrounding area."
Targeted blasting?
Although I don't quite understand, it's good that there wasn't an avalanche.
Amber continued her report: "Moreover, Abedo was there to guide us the whole time, and the cave is very close to Abedo's snow camp, so it had no impact whatsoever."
Upon hearing Abedo's name, Qin's tense nerves finally relaxed.
She let out a long sigh of relief, leaned back in her chair, and rubbed her throbbing temples.
Thank goodness.
Aberdo wouldn't act recklessly; the fact that it happened near his mountain camp indicates the impact is indeed within a controllable range.
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