Venti's request was lofty—he wanted a wine brewed from the wind itself.
Under normal circumstances, no bartender could craft such a drink. But Chen Luo was empowered by the bar's mysterious influence.
That said, this was clearly no ordinary beverage. Mixing a wind-infused wine required five units of ingredients—effectively costing half a Primogem.
But which was more valuable: half a Primogem or 20 Primogems (plus additional rewards)? Chen Luo wasn't stupid.
In fact, he suspected the reason Venti could grant "divine acknowledgment" so easily might be tied to his two titles:
[Friend of Non-Humans]: Increases affinity with all non-human entities.
[Saint Chen]: Makes it easier to gain others' trust.
Venti wasn't human—he was a wind spirit. Naturally, he fell under the purple title's influence.
Talk about a god-tier starting hand.
"This is nothing short of miraculous..." Venti stared, awestruck, at the glass before him, its surface swirling with gentle breezes.
Lifting the cup, he felt a familiar, soothing wind brush against his face.
Under the caress of the breeze, he downed the entire drink in one go.
Chen Luo watched silently as Venti remained motionless, eyes closed, savoring the afterglow.
Now's not the time to interrupt—even if this is my bar.
"Thank you, stranger. I'm Venti—Teyvat's finest bard. A pleasure to meet you."
Finally reopening his eyes, Venti extended a hand across the counter.
"Chen Luo. My hobby is helping people." Chen Luo shook his hand.
Wait… is this guy really male? His hand feels even softer than the Herrscher of Sentience's!
That was the first thought that popped into Chen Luo's mind.
"Wonderful! That makes us friends now. So… as a friend… could I get a refill?" Venti batted his eyelashes playfully.
"...How about apple cider this time?" Chen Luo asked after a pause.
"Absolutely! Or rather—I'd be eternally grateful!" Venti nodded eagerly.
He adored apple cider.
That wind-brewed wine? A rare treat. if you drink more, you won't feel the indescribable emotion.
"Take it slow this time." Chen Luo purchased a premade bottle of apple cider from the shop and slid it over.
"Whoa! That's huge! Thanks, Chen Luo!" Venti's eyes widened at the mug larger than his face.
"You're welcome." Since this was a premade drink (requiring no mixing), the serving was generous.
"But before I drink… a promise is a promise. Allow me to sing for you." Venti plucked his lyre.
"With just one listener… and after that wine… this might be my best performance yet."
"What's the song called?" Chen Luo asked.
"If You're Trapped in a Windless Land… or so I wanted to say, but that's too melancholic. Let's go with The Wind Rises instead." Venti chuckled, strumming his "Skyward Harp."
The real Skyward Harp was in Mondstadt Cathedral. But any instrument in the Anemo Archon's hands became the Skyward Harp.
True to his title, Venti's voice was ethereal—a blend of wistfulness and joy, paired with the harp's gentle melody. Chen Luo found himself completely entranced.
When he finally snapped out of it, the blank Vision at his waist was encased in a gentle whirlwind, floating before him.
[Ding! Mission overfulfilled. Primogem reward doubled.]
Divine acknowledgment…
"Never thought I'd get a Vision." Chen Luo stared at the hovering gem, emotions swirling.
"Perhaps Lord Barbatos is watching over you—and approves of his generous bartender." Venti winked before reaching for his cider.
Obtaining a Vision itself was divine acknowledgment. The blank Vision's activation likely tied into the earlier reward.
Regardless, Chen Luo now possessed an Anemo Vision.
Wait—Anemo Vision + Dull Blade + one-handed sword…
Happy Windblade Man?[1]
Damn.
Though if given the choice, Chen Luo would've preferred:
Electro for higher attack power.
Hydro for self-healing.
Geo for shields.
Cryo to save on AC bills during summer.
Still, Anemo wasn't bad. The wind symbolized freedom—and with its boost, he could run even faster.
40 Primogems deposited. That strange strengthening energy also slightly enhanced his physique.
"The cider's delicious." Venti set down his empty mug.
"Because it's free? Or actually good?"
"Actually good. Wherever these ingredients came from, their quality is exceptional."
"Glad you like it. Oh, by the way…" Chen Luo tapped the counter. "Mind if my bar gets the broadcasting rights to your song?"
"What do you mean?" The question confused Venti.
"While you were singing, the bar automatically recorded it." With a light knock, the melody replayed—flawlessly replicated—before Chen Luo paused it.
"Incredible! What a magical bar—it can copy voices?! If I had this, I'd never need to replay songs manually… more time for drinking!" Venti's eyes sparkled.
"So, about those rights? In exchange, every visit earns you a mug this size. Special wine is another matter though."
"Deal! Why not? A bard's duty is sharing songs. Plus, free premium cider?" Venti agreed without hesitation.
Though perpetually broke, his ideals were genuine: spreading music, hope, and the wind's embrace.
"Thanks."
"My pleasure! So… refill? Consider this the first installment." Venti pushed the empty tankard forward.
"...You're really an alcoholic. How'd you down that much so fast?" Chen Luo eyed him skeptically.
Chen Luo doesn't drink at all, so he really doesn't understand this.
TL Note:
[1]: Refers to Anemo sword users who spam plunge attacks (e.g., from high places) to trigger wind swirls, sending enemies flying like ragdolls.
The "happy" part comes from the sheer chaos and joy of watching enemies get yeeted by wind currents.
Often associated with carefree, meme-worthy gameplay rather than optimized damage.