Teyvat Survival Guide

Paimon was stunned for a moment as he looked at the boiler with a hole in the bottom, the food spilling all over the floor, the bonfire slightly extinguished by the soup, and the smoke that suddenly rose.

She reacted and let out a dolphin-like scream:

"…Traveler! Our food--!!"

Kong awkwardly withdrew his wind elemental power and turned to comfort her.

……

Finally, with Kong's comfort, Paimon wiped his tears painfully and said that they would have barbecue tonight instead of stew.

Samuel stared at the pot with a hole in the bottom with dry eyes.

Oh my god.

In this situation, you can’t eat even if you want to.

Sora glanced at the few remaining ingredients and looked up at the sky.

Seeing that it was not too late and the sun had not yet set, Kong suggested looking around to see if there were any animals that could be caught and roasted.

Samuel observed a second of silence for the animals around him.

So the three of them discussed it and decided that they should leave one person to guard the tent to prevent situations like "a thief sneaking away with supplies" or "a wild beast passing by and destroying the tent with a bite".

Samuel put his hands on his hips, feeling that he was up to the task.

“…Xiaofeng, are you okay?” Paimeng asked suspiciously.

"No problem, no problem, I'm awesome." The little slime patted his chest with a proud look on his face.

I am a super, super, super, super slime!

Paimon glanced at Kong, and seeing that Kong also looked a little worried, he said, "How about I stay here, Xiaofeng, you and the traveler go out hunting."

“…Paimon, are you okay?” Samuel imitated her tone just now.

Paimon felt that his beginning was not right: ...?

The white-haired boy looked at Paimon's figure and added, "When we were traveling during the day, I heard the traveler brother say that you couldn't even beat a wild boar."

Paimon: "..."

What you said!

How could I possibly—

…etc.

Then she put her chin in her hands and thought for a while. Kong was right. It seemed that she really could not beat the wild boar.

She herself had previously introduced herself to the travelers, saying that she only had about one-fifth of the combat power of a wild boar.

Moreover, it seemed that she was even less able to defeat the wind slime in front of her.

In this case, it does seem better to let Xiaofeng guard the tent?

Besides, the street singer wouldn’t let Xiaofeng get into any accidents, right…?

After thinking it over, Paimeng clapped his hands and made up his mind:

"Then Xiaofeng, be careful. The Traveler and I will be back soon!" So she dragged the still hesitant Kong to the woods nearby to hunt. "Traveler, let's go and see if there are any pheasants or something! I want to eat roasted chicken legs!"

Samuel stood there and waited obediently as he watched the two of them disappear into the woods.

After waiting for a while, a certain little slime began to feel bored, and his mind unconsciously recalled how Sora had pinched his face just now.

The place that Kong had just pinched seemed to be slightly hot.

He placed his hand there, stunned.

Come to think of it, it seems like he's always been shy about this and blushing about that.

In fact, it’s just because he hasn’t accepted the fact that he came into this world.

Even though he had gradually accepted leaving his mother and gradually accepted that he had left his original world, it still felt so unreal.

Wendy, Sora...these were characters that could only be seen in games, but now they are real people that you can actually touch, with real emotions and flesh and blood.

The person he was supposed to be looking up to was now before him. Even though he had been here for many days, and even though he had gradually become familiar with Sora, Samuel still felt that there was a gap between them.

To him, they were both familiar and strange.

If it was before he traveled through time, how could he be shy? He would definitely be:

What is this? An empty book? Look!

What is this? Wendy's notebook? Look!

But now it’s no longer possible, the virtual character is now a living person in front of him.

Just like the night when he shared the bed with Kong, he could feel the blond boy's breath, his gaze, and even touch him if he wanted.

In the slime period, the sense of touch was still so vague. Just like when he first came here, he didn't feel the leaf hitting his face, so he thought he was dreaming.

After becoming a human, my feet were on solid ground, my sense of touch became clearer, and that unreal feeling surged out like a tide.

Especially when I first met the blond boy in the windy place, that wonderful feeling that arose.

He could see him, he could feel him.

If he wanted, if he was bold enough, he could touch him, kiss him, even...

…It was like a dream.

And Wendy...

Samuel recalled the angelic boy he saw at the World Tree and the pure wind elemental power with a sacred aura he felt.

Before Him, he was like a little baby.

Lord Barbatos...

He shook his head slightly.

To him, it was an existence that could not be desecrated.

The little slime sighed, then looked around, found a relatively high stone block and sat down, his calves swaying unconsciously.

anyway…

I don’t know how my mother is doing now. Her illness has just started to improve.

As he thought about it, he shook his head and began to appreciate the scenery in an attempt to divert his attention and dispel the melancholy in his mind.

The windmill daisies beside me were turning slightly, and in front of me was a lawn gently blown by the wind.

The woods not far away made a rustling sound as the wind blew. The sun on the hill over there was setting quietly, and the afterglow of the sun passed through the clouds, spreading its golden glow to the earth.

The stars can't wait to begin twinkling.

Samuel looked at this harmonious and peaceful natural scene and once again lamented the unreality of the world.

It was as if a melodious flute sounded quietly, and he felt the familiar tune. Gradually, he began to recall the time when he got up in the morning and hid in front of the quilt in front of the login page to wait for the previous version of the original god:

The broken quartz steps in the sky floated up one by one, forming a complete road.

The domes around him, which were high and low and sometimes dense and sometimes sparse, approached and then moved away from behind him one after another.

At the end of the quartz road, a pure white stone door stands there, quietly waiting for the traveler to open it.

Halfway through the recollection, I suddenly felt something was wrong.

No, there really is a flute sound!

Where does the flute sound come from?

He turned quickly and saw a familiar figure in green sitting back to back behind him, playing the flute.

"…Lord Barbatos?!" Samuel stood up quickly, "Why are you here?"

Samuel didn't know if it was an illusion or he had no sense of music, but he always felt that the sound of the flute seemed to twitch slightly after he finished speaking.

Well, to be precise, it was that "you" who came out and twitched slightly.

Wendy put down the flute and turned to look at the white-haired boy.

"I just missed you and wanted to come see you."

He smiled and stretched out his white palm to cover the boy's fair face.

The imagined shyness and blushing of the boy did not appear, but was replaced by flattery and joy flashing in his eyes.

The emerald green eyes of the God of Wind seemed to be a little dim.

But it was fleeting. He smiled in the sunlight and pinched the boy's face:

"What's wrong with my little slime? You don't look very happy?"

“No, nothing…” Samuel stammered, totally not knowing how to face this god.

"Why are you so nervous? I won't hurt you." Wendy smiled and put her hand on his head to rub it. "Before, you had the guts to scold me, saying something like 'with mom as the center and relatives as the radius'. What's wrong with you now?"

Samuel was stunned by his mention.

The memories of the dead suddenly began to attack me!

The white-haired boy's face turned red instantly, his blue eyes darted left and right, and he stammered, unable to speak.

Seeing his expression, Wendy nodded in satisfaction, laughed, and patted his head: "Okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore."

"How do you feel after becoming a human? Is there anything you're not used to?" Wendy asked with concern, her eyes squinting.

Samuel thought for a while and said honestly:

"…I just wanted to jump a few times while walking. Does that count?"

"Pfft, it will be fine once you get used to it." Wendy laughed and continued, "Anything else?"

“…You have to walk by yourself and can’t be carried anymore.” Samuel said sincerely.

"How old are you? You still need someone to hold you." Wendy poked his forehead.

Samuel muttered quietly: "Isn't it because you don't want to leave by yourself..."

"Then let this Wind God hug you."

The white-haired boy's blue eyes widened slightly.

"…May I?"

"Why not? It's not enough for you to be held by me."

Samuel's eyes sparkled and he opened his arms.

Wendy picked him up and let him sit in her arms.

The God of Wind and his followers sat on a stone pier on the lawn in the wild, feeling the flow of the wind.

Just like that, watching the sun slowly set.