Genshin Impact: I'm a Slime

"Me?"

Lumine shook her head. "I don't have much experience repairing musical instruments."

"Don't worry, I'm not asking you to repair this precious lyre. It's just that the concentration of Anemo energy in these strings is far from sufficient. You've been keeping Dvalin's Teardrop Crystals safe, right?"

"This one?"

Lumine took out the red crystal left by Dvalin, which she had collected in the Whispering Woods.

The moment Lumine touched the crystal, its murky deep red color immediately transformed into a clear, azure blue. It returned to Venti's hand.

"As expected, you can purify the tears."

Venti dripped the purified tear onto the Holy Lyre, and a soft cyan light flashed.

"The lyre seems to have a… rejuvenated feeling?"

Jean furrowed her brow as she looked at the Holy Lyre, unaware that the entire tavern was now filled with the strong aroma of coffee.

"The Acting Grand Master is complimenting herself," Paimon said, flying onto Jean's shoulder.

"...I was talking about the Holy Lyre."

Jean set down her coffee and patted Paimon's little head.

"Thanks to the Traveler purifying the crystal, the Anemo energy in the Holy Lyre hasn't completely dried up. But it's still far from being fully replenished. If we could gather more of Dvalin's tears…"

As Venti spoke, he subtly glanced at Famas, who was slacking off and staring at the rows of wine bottles behind the bar.

"So how do we collect more Teardrop Crystals?" Lumine asked softly.

"Even now, Dvalin is still crying, suffering in some remote place…"

Venti's expression darkened.

"Dvalin…"

Jean murmured quietly.

"This isn't just your responsibility. The entire Knights of Favonius will act immediately. Once we gather the Teardrop Crystals, we'll rely on you to purify them."

Jean suddenly stood up, finished another cup of coffee, and addressed Lumine.

"Got it! Leave it to me!"

Lumine nodded.

"Hmm… How wonderful. The scene of heroes entrusting each other and setting off together is always so captivating. Let me send you off with a song…"

Just as the group finalized their plan, Famas, who had been silent until now, finally spoke up, saying something that shocked everyone.

"If I borrow Diluc's Vision, I can repair the Holy Lyre."

"Huh?"

Venti, holding the Holy Lyre, quickly walked over to Famas and whispered in his ear.

"Natlan's weapon forging is completely different from Mondstadt's. Don't push yourself!"

"The God of Flame can also understand the principles of forging. Without brilliant and scorching flames, how can one smelt fierce and sharp weapons?"

Famas whispered back to Venti, then turned to Diluc, who had a look of realization on his face.

"No wonder you've been staring at my Vision. You and this bard had this planned all along, didn't you?"

Diluc glanced at Venti.

"I heard that Amber's Vision was stolen, and the suspect is a guy dressed in green."

"Ehe, is that so?"

Venti suddenly felt a dangerous gaze from behind—it was Jean's stare.

"Don't panic, I can explain!"

As Diluc approached and Jean closed in from the other side, Venti looked pleadingly at Lumine and Paimon, who were still trying to figure out what was going on, and then turned to Famas.

"Famas, do you really have to bring this up now?"

"Is it really necessary?"

A gentle breeze stirred, and Jean, being a Vision holder herself, immediately sensed Venti's attempt to escape. With a deft move, she grabbed his wrist and swung her fist.

"Not the face!"

Venti ducked.

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"So that's the situation."

Venti, holding his bruised eye, pitifully explained to Jean and Diluc.

"Bennett's whereabouts are unknown, Klee's too young, and I can't beat Master Diluc, so I had no choice but to take Amber's Vision…"

Jean looked suspiciously at Famas.

"So the Vision can restore your power?"

Famas nodded, watching Venti pretend to be pitiful. In just a moment, the bruises on Venti's face had disappeared.

This was also thanks to Jean not hitting him too hard.

"Regardless, what you did was too much. Amber cried all day because she lost the Vision her grandfather gave her."

Jean rubbed her temples in frustration.

"Do you two have any idea how much pressure this has added to the already understaffed Knights of Favonius? I had to give Amber three days off."

As Jean lamented the staffing issues, Diluc stared at Famas and slowly asked a question.

"Do you know Crepus Ragnvindr? He was the head of the Ragnvindr family, once Mondstadt's largest wine merchant, and my father."

Diluc's red eyes glimmered with golden light, and his hands, clad in black and red leather gloves, trembled slightly beneath his white collar, showing his unease.

"I don't."

Famas shook his head, looking at Diluc, who seemed to have guessed something. By the time Diluc's father had died, Famas had already been sealed away in an underground ruin.

"Why does the atmosphere feel so strange?"

Venti chimed in at the right moment, joking with Jean as if nothing had happened.

"So, as long as you have a Vision, Famas, you can repair the Holy Lyre?"

Jean snatched Amber's Vision back from Venti and began to worry about how to explain to Amber that her Vision was now in her possession.

Famas nodded.

"I'm really curious, Famas. Who were you in the past?"

"A talking monster has never appeared in Mondstadt's history."

Jean shook her head, puzzled as she looked at Famas.

"This guy has lived longer than Mondstadt's history, of course there's no record."

Venti silently in his heart, but his hand couldn't help but reach for a small bottle of apple cider under the bar.

"But this is Famas's secret, right? Everyone has their secrets. Since everyone trusts you, I won't pry further."

Jean's understanding attitude made Lumine and Paimon break out in a cold sweat.

"Is it really okay for the Acting Grand Master to jump to conclusions so easily?"

Lumine glanced at Famas, then turned to the visibly tense Diluc.

Noticing Lumine's gaze, Jean and Venti both looked at the red-haired nobleman behind the bar.

"Master Diluc, are you willing?"

Famas hopped in front of Diluc, asking with an oddly affectionate tone.

"Don't use such a strange tone!"

Diluc looked helplessly at the red Slime in front of him. It was hard to connect this creature to the God of Flame who had bestowed a century of glory upon the Ragnvindr family, but the strange feeling and speculation lingered in Diluc's mind.

"Take it."

Diluc slowly removed the Vision hanging from his belt and handed it to Famas, who extended his little hand.