Teyvat Survival Guide

Chapter 142 Day Preparation

The abbot's office of the Four Winds Monastery in the cathedral district.

The midday light shone through the colorful glass windows of the monastery and fell on Sister Grace.

I saw her holding a feather pen, looking at the form on the table, listening to the report from the nun in front of her, and I didn't know what she was thinking.

After planning Samuel's residence, daily courses, and Giuliana's personal service, Grace basically had no other direct communication arrangements with Samuel in her schedule except for Saturday classes or emergencies.

However, as the abbess of the West Court of the Four Winds Monastery, one of the senior officials of the West Wind Church, and a loyal and devout believer of Lord Barbatos, the God of Wind, although Sister Grace does not serve Samuel personally every day like Giuliana, she has also been committed to serving His Majesty.

For example, the previous propaganda wars about Samuel in the newspapers were resisted by Grace who arranged people to do so.

For example, Samuel's daily food, clothing, housing, transportation and expenses were all reported by Giuliana, and then she took care of it.

Well, this is also thanks to the Knights Templar later opening up more authority to the church, and Grace's rights have been correspondingly improved, otherwise she would not have so much money to control.

When Samuel had something to communicate with the Knights, Grace often acted as a messenger.

So, although it was Giuliana who was serving Samuel in detail, the overall arrangements were actually made by Sister Grace.

Today, Saturday, she finally has the chance to see His Majesty again. She will teach His Majesty some knowledge about Mondstadt's culture, civilization, history, etc.

But because tomorrow was the Wind Flower Festival, and she and His Majesty had too many things to do, the class was cancelled at the last minute.

On the table in front of her was the schedule of His Holiness Pope Saint Samuel for tomorrow's Wind Flower Festival.

"The Wind Flower Ceremony will be held at nine o'clock tomorrow morning. Your Majesty needs to dress up for the ceremony. The time is uncertain. There may be some emergencies in the square that Your Majesty needs to deal with, so Your Majesty has to arrive a little earlier...

"According to your Majesty's current habits...that means, tomorrow morning, after your Majesty finishes washing up, you will have to start preparing immediately.

"After completing the Wind Flower Ceremony, Your Majesty will need...

"At noon, Your Majesty has to go...

"In the afternoon, Your Majesty may also...

"And in the evening, Your Majesty will also need to attend a banquet on diplomatic matters hosted by Acting Head of the Gunhild."

Listening to the nun's endless report, Grace looked at the densely packed schedule on the table, which was so detailed that it even recorded where His Holiness Saint Samuel would be every hour, and she couldn't help but twitch her lips.

She shouldn't have asked Captain Qin to help draw up this form.

Although Your Majesty, as the face of the church and even the entire Mondstadt, should attend these activities related to the development of Mondstadt and the church.

But Lord Barbatos' original intention did not seem to be for Your Majesty to handle these matters.

And judging from His Majesty's personality...it doesn't seem like he will arrive on time as per the form.

Besides, isn’t the schedule too tight?

You know, when she arranged Samuel's schedule before, she only arranged the courses, and she didn't dare to occupy the rest of the time!

Not to mention His Majesty, even if it was her, she would not be able to accept this schedule.

Only the leader of the Magic Harp, a famous workaholic in Mondstadt, could draw up such a schedule.

"Dean, look at this form..." After the nun finished her report, she interrupted Grace's thoughts.

Grace came back to her senses, held her forehead, and asked with a headache:

"What is your Majesty doing at this time?"

"Your Majesty should be busy dealing with the Wind Flower Festival..." the nun replied uncertainly.

I guess only Giuliana knows what His Majesty is doing.

She just happened to talk to Giuliana because she had a good relationship with him, so she wasn't sure.

After pondering for a moment, Sister Grace sighed slightly, picked up the form, stood up and walked out of the office.

"Dean, are you going to..."

"I will go and report to His Majesty. You stay in the office. If you have anything, write it down and put it on the table. I will deal with it when I come back."

With that, Grace pushed open the office door.

"Okay, Dean, take care..."

Before the nun finished speaking, Grace turned back from the door and said:

"By the way, some tabloids have been taking advantage of the busy Wind Flower Festival to spread rumors about Your Majesty in order to increase sales.

"There are many foreign travelers in Mondstadt now, and we cannot let them ruin your reputation.

"If you see someone talking about His Majesty without permission, if you can ask for the newspaper to change its content, then ask them to do so. If they can't, then go find the Knights and work with them to run the newspaper."

The nun was ashamed: "Okay, okay..."

No wonder there are fewer and fewer newspapers publishing news about His Majesty, except for Steambird.

…It turns out that the other newspapers that published the article have all disappeared.

……

In the church district, the European-style courtyard where Samuel lived.

Samuel was looking at a piece of paper on the table in front of him, which had a picture of clothes full of luxury and sacredness, and was lost in thought.

These paintings were just drawn by Albedo for his reference. If he likes one of them, Albedo will use alchemy to create the corresponding clothes.

This has happened more than once or twice. For example, the clothes Samuel is wearing now were made by Albedo using alchemy.

And the things in his closet were basically made by Albedo.

Well, it's not that Samuel forced Albedo to do this. Albedo just drew it and refined it according to Samuel's preferences from time to time.

But sometimes he would use "trying new styles" as an excuse to create clothes with his own personal aesthetic.

To the extent that Samuel always felt that Teacher Albedo was playing a trick on him.

Of course, he did try to refuse Teacher Albedo and wear traditional cloth clothes, but in the end he chose to let Teacher Albedo make it for him.

The reason is simple. Compared with traditional tailoring and sewing, the clothes made by alchemy have better styles, higher quality and faster efficiency. Many tailors have to rack their brains to sew out patterns, but alchemy can make them as long as they can be drawn.

It is also comfortable to wear, and Albedo can use alchemy to add some special functions to the clothes.

For example, things like "spotless", "affinity for wind element", "elemental protection" and so on.

Although Samuel could do all of this by using his elemental power, adding it to his clothes would save him some trouble.

If it weren't for the fact that the skill of "making clothes with complicated patterns" is very difficult for alchemy beginners, and the corresponding materials are more expensive than cloth, and there are restrictions such as the need for reference pattern drawings.

Samuel felt that alchemy could completely replace tailors and take over the clothing industry.

Well, at least that’s how he feels now. After all, the clothes made by Teacher Albedo are really good.

It is indeed the case that "anything produced by Albedo must be a masterpiece."

Thinking about it, Samuel raised his hand, picked up one of them, looked at it, then shook his head and put it back.

After a while, he picked up another one, looked at it for a while, shook his head slowly, and put it back.

Then he picked up another one, looked at it, shook his head slightly, and put it back.

After a moment, he picked up the first one and looked at it carefully. He looked like he was studying some mysterious elemental phenomenon.

then.

He shook his head slowly and put it back.

Albedo, who witnessed this process, said: "..."

This guy Samuel...actually, like Sugar, suffers from the so-called "fear of choice".

Thinking about it, Albedo let out a helpless sigh, walked forward and picked one for him based on his own aesthetic taste.