Teyvat Survival Guide

At the foot of the Dragon Ridge Snow Mountain, at the central campfire of the camp built by the Adventurer's Association.

After repairing the broken strings, Wendy tuned the piano, tested the sound, and then began to play one gorgeous note after another.

The sound of the piano flowed slowly like the wind. The noisy adventurers, hunters, Knights of Favonius and other people around could not help but quiet down after hearing it and stared at the young man in green who was playing the music.

As the rhythm beats, the boy's fingers gently stroke the strings, chanting a poem with hope like a breeze:

“Who is caressing the wounded but resolute face? Beside the stream, beside the huge rock…

"Who is holding your tired and noble soul? In the deep dream, above the clouds...

"Dear friend, I hold your hand and lead you to the bright lights of the night;

"I will tell you from the beginning, the music that celebrates freedom and beautiful dreams during the festival."

After finishing the poem, Wendy's fingers trembled slightly and she played the last jumping note.

The lingering sound continued until it gradually faded away with the wind, and the people who were listening only then reacted.

"well!!"

“One more song—!!”

The audience's warm applause and cheers mixed together, forming a sharp contrast with the tranquility just now.

Wendy took out a small bowl without changing her expression, placed it in front of her, and smiled at the people around her:

"Hey, thank you for your applause, dear audience members. Those who have money can give money to support us, and those who don't can give us a presence. I'm new here and I'm not familiar with the place, so I need your care and attention."

Soon, a lot of Mora was thrown into the small bowl in front of him. Wendy smiled and looked at the Mora in the bowl, calculating in his mind how many bottles of wine he could buy with all this Mora.

The rhetoric I learned from the people of Liyue is quite effective.

Alas, the two bottles of wine given by Master Diluk are not enough.

Life is not easy, Fengshen is performing for a living~

Then he moved his ears and looked to the side.

He saw the Traveler and Paimon leading a white-haired boy about six years old walking towards him.

Wendy raised her eyebrows, stood up, picked up Mora and put it in her pocket, then turned to the crowd and said embarrassedly:

"Sorry everyone, my friend is here, so I have to excuse myself for a while."

The audience let out a sigh when they heard this.

"Didn't that guy just say 'I'm new here and don't know anyone'? Where did this friend come from?"

"Hey man, don't believe him. I see him almost every night when I'm at the camp for activities, and he says the same thing every night."

"But his performance just now was really good...Oh my God, I almost mistook him for Lord Barbatos just now!"

"Ah, you are blind, aren't you? How can a mere bard compare to Lord Barbatos?"

"That's right. Could it be that Lord Barbatos has nothing better to do than become a bard for fun?"

"…You're right guys, but what do we do next? I feel like I'm still a little unsatisfied… Oh, I mean a little."

"It's okay, it's okay. Let me tell you about the last time I fought a bloody battle against a giant water slime with a giant sword in my hand!"

"Oh my Lord Barbatos! How long have you been bragging about such a trivial matter?"

"..."

The crowd suddenly became noisy again. Wendy turned around and quietly left, walking towards the travelers.

"Ah, how come you are here?" He greeted, "Good evening, traveler, good evening, Paimon."

"And this is... Samuel?" He pinched his chin and looked at him.

Samuel opened his mouth: "Babato——"

The next second, Wendy's index finger pressed on his lips, and Samuel swallowed the unfinished words "Sir".

Wendy stretched out her other hand, put her index finger to her lips, and blinked: "Sh ...

Samuel blinked his eyes: "…Good evening, Brother Wendy."

"Oh, so good." Wendy smiled and rubbed Samuel's head with satisfaction.

"Okay, Wendy, we've completed the task you assigned us." Paimon put his hands on his hips, looking proud, "Where's our reward?"

"Oh... well..." Wendy touched the Mora she had just earned in her pocket, feeling a little guilty.

The wind gradually picked up, and a few leaves floated towards the wind.

The leaves floated slowly before his eyes, and the next second, Wendy disappeared into the night, leaving behind the Mora he had just earned tonight.

"I'll leave Samuel to your care. Thank you for your hard work!"

Paimon listened to the words he left before he left, and looked at the small cluster of Mora on the ground with wide eyes.

"Just, that's all?" She seemed stunned and said with difficulty.

Then she reacted and stomped her feet in anger.

"Damn that singing idiot!

"I am so angry!"

……

After patting Paimon on the shoulder to comfort him, Sora bent down and picked up Mora from the ground.

"Okay, Paimon, just think of it as a favor to a friend." He cleaned up Mora and comforted her.

"That's true, but after working so hard for so many days, I only got this little Mora..." Paimon muttered, "I always feel empty inside."

Samuel at the side sighed imperceptibly.

It seems that Lord Barbatos has been having a hard time financially lately.

I have to find a way to get more Mora so I can buy some wine for the adults.

Well...it's better to drink less alcohol and buy more food for Lord Barbatos.

The little slime was silently planning in his mind, trying to find a way to make his god's life better.

"Forget it, maybe Wendy is short of money recently." Paimon shook his head and cheered himself up, "Let's go back to find Albedo?"

Sora nodded, took Samuel's hand, and led Paimon back to the place he had just agreed to meet with Albedo.

But I didn't see the other person.

"Eh? Where's Albedo?" Paimon looked around. "Didn't we tell him to wait there?"

Samuel then complained about what he had thought of before:

Bought an orange, the person was gone.

The uncle next to him came over and said, "Ah, Traveler, you are here."

"...Mr. Serius?" Sora asked doubtfully.

"Mr. Albedo left for something, and before he left, he asked me to tell you something." Seleus explained, and then said, "The message is this: 'If there is anything you don't understand, you can ask Samuel, he knows it clearly.'"

Samuel:? ? ?

No, why did Mr. Albedo throw the blame on me?

Serius saw that the message had been delivered, said hello and left.

Kong looked at the white-haired boy with dazed eyes over there, lowered his head and laughed.

He glanced at the moon in the sky and suggested, "It's getting late, why don't we go to bed early?"

Paimon nodded: "Come to think of it, I'm a little sleepy..."

Sora seemed to suddenly remember something and opened his backpack to take a look.

"Well... the supplies we brought are not enough. Samuel has no place to sleep tonight." He said with some difficulty, "It's already night time, and I don't know if there are any beds for sale in the camp."

Samuel waved his hands and said, "It's okay, it's okay, I'm not afraid of the cold..."

"No, I can't let you sleep on the snow, Xiaofeng." Paimon put his hands on his hips and decided to show mercy, "Why don't you squeeze in with the traveler tonight."

The white-haired boy's blue eyes could not hide his shock, and his fair face turned slightly red.

"Well... it seems that this is the only way." Kong thought for a while and said helplessly, "Is it okay? If you don't mind."

"No, I don't mind..." Samuel answered haltingly.

"Let's wait until tomorrow to see if there is a quilt in your favorite color." Kong smiled, and then found a piece of open space and set up the tent skillfully in no time.

He cleared the snow and spread a thick, warm blanket on the floor of the tent.

"Wow... I'm going to have a good sleep!" Paimon yawned, "Good night, traveler! Good night, Xiaofeng!"

Sora took off the hair tie decorated with feathers, and her long golden hair fell on her shoulders.

He nodded, "Goodnight Paimon."

Samuel looked at it for a long time before reacting and saying, "...Good night."

Then he and Sora squeezed into the same quilt.

This is the foot of the snow-capped mountains, and the icy cold still shows its presence.

Samuel sensed the low temperature and activated the element of wind, trying to warm up the inside of the tent. At the same time, he kept a distance from the blond boy lying next to him with a flushed face.

The slightest bit of physical contact can make him extremely excited.

It wasn't this strong when it was in slime form!

As for little Paimon…isn’t she sleeping upside down wrapped in a quilt like a bat?

"No way! Why don't I have a pillow!" Paimon said angrily.

Sora was helpless, he crossed his hands and supported them behind his head, squinting his eyes and smiling at her:

"Because I lost a pillow during the avalanche."

"I don't care, I want to sleep on the pillow too!" Paimeng yelled, "I shouldn't have let Xiaofeng squeeze in. I'll just squeeze in with you!"

"No, you're a girl," Sora retorted.

“…Damn it!” Paimon wrapped himself in a blanket, his voice muffled, “If you don’t want a pillow, then don’t want a pillow. The snow is so soft, and I don’t even want a pillow!”

Sora smiled helplessly and glanced at Samuel.

When the other party nodded, he pulled the pillow out from behind his head and handed it to Paimon.

"Okay, okay, I'll give you the pillow. Samuel and I don't want it."

Paimon took the pillow in a daze. She was just being a little awkward, but she didn't expect him to really give it to her.

"Ah... Thank you, Traveler, good night." Paimon quickly landed on the berth on the other side, holding his pillow and lying down.

Sora and Samuel looked at each other and couldn't help but chuckle.

Tonight is quite warm.