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[ it would be hugely galaxybrain to use rocks that way zhongli PLEASE
vergil doesnt have many magic wind powers, but since he got the one he has, he's abused it every day of his life for the stupidest things. just like this. ]

You are my oldest friend, and this item is something that is important for you.
I am determined to find it already, but I can assure you that even if you cannot pay the bill all at once, I am not concerned.

It is not like you're going anywhere. [ fuckin ancient-ass rock dragon. ]

It sounds something beyond sentiment. A treasure, perhaps. I have more than one of those myself, so I can understand his
wish to have it returned.

...

He thought you had passed away?
I know you are quite long-lived, Zhongli, however, I am not sure how someone can make that sort of mistake.

[ small warflashbacks of himself leaving his phone in italy for a week when he visited berlin... ]

Did you forget to telephone him for a few years.

[ THIS IS A JOKE ]

[That actually gets him to chuckle to himself despite the seriousness of the conversation.]

Even if I am taken off my assignment, I would like to continue living here. So... you're likely right about that.

Thank you for your kindness.

[He'll certainly be around a While.]

Communication was difficult, and things were quite tumultuous in his area at the time, so I made that assumption myself. I wouldn't have blamed him for assuming the worst in my case either.

[Just how much longer does he want to keep this up? Is it even worth it? Would Vergil even believe him?]

... Ah. I only received a phone in the past few years while working for the Order.

[....... fuck it, he already knows he's old.]

Telephoning him would have been particularly difficult seeing as they did not yet have phone numbers in the era of the French Revolution.

[ god fucking damn it not only did you text him to find an ancient-ass instrument for some friend of yours but its for ANOTHER LONG-LIVED BEING he's going to have a crisis how many of you fucking people exist ]

It is the least I can do. You have aided me a number of times since I have arrived here, for no compensation. As a friend, it strikes me as something you would do, for me, were our positions reversed.

...
I see. Cell phones have existed for quite a number of years, but. The French Revolution was in the late 1700s, whereas the first long-distance telephone was not created until the late 1800s.

...

One would suppose being able to tell if someone is dead or alive, due to that circumstance alone, may well be difficult.

[ you goddamn old people use a carrier pidgeon or something ]

I suppose that's true, though I haven't been keeping track. I would help you however you I could, as your friend. That is what friends do, is it not?

[Vergil is definitely taking the time to talk himself through it, which means this probably hit harder than he meant it to oops.]

Yes. Yes it is.

We had our ways of passing messages, but... there were extenuating circumstances around that time. So it goes.

[As casually as anything. Like he's talking about missing a football game and not five hundred fucking years of friendship.]

I believe it is, yes. I have not been keeping track either--but I have not forgotten the kindnesses you have afforded me.

[ friendship is weird, he's getting used to accepting it--it's a bit easier if it's someone he's known this long, at least. ]

I would not know how it goes. Unfortunately. However I can understand the difficulty, at the very least.

Sending letters was not always reliable back then, either. And I can imagine there is certain information you would not want... found.

[What's ten years to a dragon, honestly. A friend is a friend.]

Indeed. We were cautious; the last thing we wanted to do was draw attention, lest we go the way of the old legends.

[Maybe a little too late for Venti, though.]

Do you need anything else to begin the search?

Fame can likely go awry when you are a being who may never die.
Casual life does not sound easy for the long-lived.

[ being a demon is fine but he cant imagine living as long as zhongli has. ]

For now, I think the details you gave me are more than enough. I merely need to get in contact with some people who are in the same line of work as me, and see if they have heard tell of such a musical instrument.

If not, it'll just be a matter of browsing old collections.
This is the sort of work I enjoy, so worry not.

Once I find something, you will be the first to know.

My friend is more adept at such things. Still, the modern era has introduced some complications, as I understand it. Working for the Black Order has provided me with the necessities, so I no longer need to change my name every century, or move frequently to avoid arousing suspicion.

[He has lived far too long and he will readily admit that if asked. It's rough out here.]

Thank you again for all of this.

[Neither of them are counting favors, as favors are neither fair nor are they contracts, but one day Zhongli hopes to do something monumental for Vergil, too.]

Not having to change your name every hundred years sounds like a cleanly-avoided headache, if you ask me.

But of course.
I will update you as soon as I know anything.
I bid you a pleasant evening.

[ as if zhongli hasn't already been an asset to his mental health since he's gotten here. fool. ]

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