Teyvat Survival Guide

Looking up, he saw the sun gradually setting and the moon rising outside the window. Samuel had the impression that time had passed very slowly today, except when he went out in the morning.

Eat a meal, then do some alchemy, then eat another meal.

It got dark.

After a busy morning, time seemed to pass quickly today.

I remember that it was the same during my winter and summer vacations. I would wake up at home at eight or nine o'clock, have lunch soon after, and then play with my phone for a while, and it would be dark in a moment.

The day passed like this.

But later on, he had no time to play with his mobile phone. He was either reading at the desk, doing housework, or cooking for his mother.

At that time, he thought that he should work hard, get into a good university, earn a lot of money, and give his mother a better life.

Whenever I sat at my desk late into the night preparing for the college entrance examination, my mother would bring me a bowl of hot white fungus soup mixed with red dates.

She would gently rub his head, tell him to relax properly, eat the bowl of Tremella soup to replenish his body, and then continue studying.

And he would always "impatiently" "accuse" his mother of not getting enough rest and going to the kitchen.

You can scoop it, blow it, and eat it slowly.

But my heart is as warm as the bowl of freshly cooked Tremella soup.

Thinking of this, Saint Samuel, now the current Pope of the West Wind Church, couldn't help but sigh, and his blue eyes began to sparkle with water.

I now have a very high status in the church, and the furnishings in my room are the most exquisite and luxurious.

When you wake up in the morning, there will be a nun waiting outside the door, and all the toiletries will be packed and delivered to your door.

He doesn't need to worry about food, clothing and other expenses, as the church will arrange them for him.

What a wonderful life it is.

But the mother cannot enjoy such a life, and cannot even see her only son. Now she is here, living in this strange yet familiar world.

My mother is old and has a serious illness.

My biggest hope is to watch my son grow up, become an adult, and be able to take care of himself.

He didn't dare to think about what would happen to his mother if he suddenly disappeared or died.

Will I be sad? Will I cry? Will I collapse? Or...

He dared not think.

When he first came to this world, he wanted to go back, but after failing, he forced himself to learn to accept it.

But in fact, who can face everything so easily?

When he was almost caught by the hillbillies in the Windy Land, when he was scared by the bear in the Sunset Forest and couldn't move, when he found the hook fruit at the entrance of the cave where the little wolf died.

When he watched Joel find his father, when he saw Sora was obsessed with finding his sister, and when Lord Barbatos crowned him.

He would miss home and his mother.

…and the Tremella soup my mom made.

It’s a pity that he can’t eat the Tremella soup made by his mother.

I don’t know whether in my mother’s eyes I have become a vegetable, or have died or suddenly disappeared?

Or... like some novels say, she doesn't remember that she has a son?

The more I think about it, the more helpless I feel, and the more melancholy I feel.

Normally he would try his best not to think about these things, because he knew that once it started, it would not end easily.

It’s just that I was alone for too long today, and I couldn’t help but start to have random thoughts.

These emotions that have been suppressed for a long time are now expressed by this ordinary high school student who has traveled to another world.

Erupted.

"Mom..." he cried, "I want to eat Tremella soup..."

The name he gave himself, "Samuel," means God listens.

I hope God hears my wish to go home.

He no longer remembered how many days he had been in this world, but there was no sign of him going back.

It can be seen that...God did not hear his wish.

"Why not, my little slime."

A familiar voice sounded from behind him, and Samuel felt the crown on his head being taken off, replaced by a hand rubbing slowly:

"I've always been with you."

Samuel's eyes widened and he turned his head away.

The young man in green was looking at him with a gentle smile, and he stretched out his fingers to gently wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

“…Lord Barbatos.” Samuel stared at him, choking.

Then he came to his senses and quickly wiped his eyes with his sleeves.

"It's okay, cry." Wendy patted his head gently, "You will feel better if you cry."

"Lord Barbatos, I..." Samuel was touched by his gentle words.

All the grievances I have suffered flowed out like a spring.

"I miss home, I miss my mom, I miss the Tremella soup that my mom cooked..."

"Lord Barbatos, I want to go home..."

Wendy lowered her eyes and hugged the white-haired boy into her arms.

Samuel buried himself in his arms and cried uncontrollably.

"You will get home, you will." The wind god patted his back slowly, comforting him, "I will help you get home."

Samuel, who was crying, was stunned. He raised his head with tears in his eyes and looked at the boy's gentle face.

"…Lord Barbatos, help me get home…?"

"Believe in your god, my little slime." Wendy smiled, "I will help you get home."

Samuel lowered his head and sniffed, his blue eyes dim, and no one knew what he was thinking.

After a long time, he said sullenly:

"…don't want."

Wendy pursed her lips when she saw him like this.

He carried Samuel to the balcony and put him down, holding his little hand.

“There’s really nothing I can do about you…” the young man said helplessly.

"…Come on, same as always." He sighed slightly, then smiled, "Open your eyes and take my hand."

“…Spread your wings.” Samuel muttered.

Holy and huge wings suddenly appeared, and as they flapped, the God of Wind and his followers rushed out of the balcony and reached the sky.

The familiar Mondstadt city like a curtain of light, the familiar stars and silver moon.

The wind-blown tidal lawn reflects the lake that reflects the sky.

It was like going back to that night all over again.

While Samuel was in a daze, Wendy pointed her finger at his forehead.

Pure wind elemental power continued to flow into his body.

Samuel's eyes widened involuntarily.

A large amount of elemental power poured in, and the resulting comfort swept away all the negative emotions.

"Lord Barbatos?!"

He digested the elemental power and looked at Wendy with glowing braids in front of him with a puzzled expression.

"It's okay. I got it from Tevarin. It was specially prepared for you." The young man in green smiled.

Samuel looked at Wendy, who was smiling cheerfully in front of him, feeling a little dazed.

He shook his head, came to his senses, and found that there was something strange about his body.

When he spoke again, his voice had slowly changed from that of a child to that of a young boy:

"My body... is glowing?"

Wendy pointed to Samuel who was still growing in the Light Group and nodded with satisfaction:

"It seems that the pure elemental power I gave you was enough to make you grow."

"Oh, my hair has grown a lot longer," he said with a smile.

The pure white robe, which was originally somewhat loose, now stuck tightly to Samuel like a tights.

When the light on Samuel gradually faded, his body stopped growing.

Wendy compared her height with a surprised look:

"Wow, it's a little taller than me."

Samuel flapped his white wings, which were several times larger than before, as if to adapt.

Wendy looked at the small crown on his head and the tights on his body, and with a wave of her hand, the wind element passed through, and the clothes and accessories on the white-haired boy became fit.

"My little slime has grown up." He squinted his eyes.

Samuel first looked at the clothes and necklace on her body, then at the white curly hair that was past her shoulders, and the huge wings behind her.

Finally, he slowly turned his azure eyes with white vertical pupils to look at the smiling God of Wind in front of him.

His expression was complicated.