Free Web NovelChapter 388: Chapter 390: Venti’s Gnosis
Genshin Impact: I’m The Envoy of Snezhnaya
Chapter 390: Venti’s Gnosis
The Goth Grand Hotel was already the largest and most luxurious building in Mondstadt.
As a Harbinger, the room Anastasia arranged for Bai Luo was naturally the most lavish.
Within Mondstadt, the only bedroom more extravagant than Bai Luo’s was probably that of Diluc, who owned an entire estate.
"Quite a nice place."
Even as one of the Seven Archons, Venti rarely entered such luxurious rooms.
Most of the time, he stayed in taverns, and when it came to sleeping, he simply made do on benches in the plaza with the sky as his blanket and the earth as his bed.
He had long grown used to that kind of life.
"Want something to drink?"
Glancing at Venti, who looked like a country bumpkin taking in the place, Bai Luo took out his wine glass and asked.
"Hmm... no need. I brought my own."
If it were before, Venti would definitely have tried to mooch something from Bai Luo, even if it’s just plain water.
But after fainting twice, he no longer dared to touch anything Bai Luo offered—not even water!
Something that smelled so sweet had turned out to be unbearably sour the moment he tasted it.
Who knew if Bai Luo would tamper with it again?
"What a pity."
Putting away the small amount of powdered toxin scraped from Dvalin’s back that he had hidden in his palm, Bai Luo said with a hint of regret.
He had long wanted to test the effects of that substance, but hadn’t found a suitable subject.
Now that Venti had come to him on his own, how could he pass up the opportunity?
"So, if you’re not here to freeload drinks, what brings you today?"
Though he asked, Bai Luo already knew the answer.
First the Anemo Archon’s Drunken Dream, then the Sunsettia—if it were him, he’d also come knocking for an explanation.
"It’s actually about Dvalin."
Venti’s words made Bai Luo pause mid-motion as he was putting away his glass.
Wait... is he here to take revenge because I beat up Dvalin?
But what Venti said next made him relax slightly.
"The Abyss’s power is blocking my connection to him. I can feel his sorrow, but I can’t sense his location."
"So?"
If this were a game, there’d definitely be a quest marker above Venti’s head right now.
"After I woke up, I heard about what happened in Springvale. I’d like you to help save Dvalin."
Gently stroking the lyre in his hands, Venti spoke.
At Angel’s Share, he had "accidentally" overheard Diluc and the others discussing how Bai Luo had tried to remove something from Dvalin.
Combined with his own observations, he concluded that Bai Luo had intended to remove the corrupted blood from Dvalin’s back.
Since Bai Luo had been able to extract it without harming him, there was no one more suitable for the task.
A bard indeed.
Venti’s words seemed to carry a strange kind of magic—one that made people want to help him unconditionally after hearing him speak.
Unfortunately, it had no effect on Bai Luo.
"Allow me to refuse."
Bai Luo rejected him without a second thought.
Saving Dvalin?
It sounded simple—but the process was far more troublesome than anyone could imagine.
At the very least, he would have to fight Dvalin again—and likely clash with the Abyss as well. freēwēbηovel.c૦m
In the original story, the reason the Traveler wasn’t targeted by the Abyss sibling after saving Dvalin was because of their familial bond.
But Bai Luo?
There was already conflict between him and the Abyss. If he interfered in Dvalin’s affairs again, it would probably turn into a complete, irreconcilable feud.
Better to leave this kind of trouble to the Traveler.
"I understand the rules. How about we make a deal?"
Bai Luo’s refusal didn’t surprise Venti.
He seemed to have expected this answer all along.
"A deal? I doubt you can afford my price."
Money? His associates didn’t lack it.
Besides, Venti likely couldn’t come up with much anyway.
After all, he couldn’t even afford a bottle of apple cider—and thanks to a certain someone, he was now drowning in debt.
Status? Bai Luo was already at the highest rank within the Fatui. The only position above him was that of the Tsaritsa herself.
Other than the eleven Harbingers, there was nowhere left to rise.
What—was he going to offer to sing a song?
Heh, unless this guy put on a low-cut maid outfit and sang Pomp and Circumstance made by Ifuudoudou in his room, there was no way Bai Luo would casually agree.
Venti smiled faintly and slowly closed his eyes.
A gentle breeze swirled through the room, lifting the braids he had carefully woven.
The ends of his braids emitted a soft glow.
The wind gathered in his hand, then burst open.
Amid scattered feathers, a chess-piece-like object lay quietly in his palm.
"I wonder if this would be enough to invite Lord Ausbilder’s help?"
There was a smile on Venti’s face.
He didn’t believe the Harbinger before him could resist such a temptation.
And then—
Bai Luo grabbed Venti by the back of the neck and lifted him up.
"Huh?"
Holding his own Gnosis, Venti looked confused. Was Bai Luo trying to—
"Who are you trying to fool?!"
Still holding him, Bai Luo walked straight to the door and tossed him outside.
Then—bang!—he slammed the door shut.
If he didn’t have knowledge from the game, Bai Luo might actually have been tempted to accept the deal.
But judging from the current situation, these Archons all seemed to be deliberately handing their Gnoses over to Snezhnaya.
Except for Yae Miko, who had her own little agenda and used it as a paperweight.
Even Morax had once personally assured him that when the day came for his retirement, he would willingly hand over his Gnosis to Bai Luo.
Well... Morax wouldn’t go back on his word, right?
"This is the real deal! The genuine article!"
Venti stuck his foot in the doorway to stop it from closing and quickly explained.
He wondered if he had been too proactive and caused some kind of misunderstanding.
"Real or fake, I refuse."
As he had just said, using something that already belonged to Snezhnaya to bargain for his help?
That kind of losing deal wasn’t something Bai Luo would accept.
"Then you name the terms. That works, right?"
Whether Venti was deliberately lowering himself or not, his strength was no match for Bai Luo’s—he could barely keep the door from closing, speaking helplessly.
"Oh?"
That one sentence—"you name the terms"—finally caught Bai Luo’s interest.
Now this was getting interesting.
"You’re really letting me decide?"
A subtle smile crept onto Bai Luo’s face as he opened the door again and looked at Venti.
"That’s right. Even if it requires using a god’s authority, as long as your request isn’t too excessive, I’ll agree."
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The song that Bai Luo’s talking about:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xGNQOqtGU_E
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