Teyvat Survival Guide

The little slime sat on the chair and thought for a long time but couldn't figure it out.

I read for a while and came up with a bunch of other miscellaneous and inexplicable questions.

Of course, there are also some academic issues.

Remembering that Lisa had said before that if he didn't understand something, he could go to the front desk to find her, Samuel thought for a moment and decided to pick up the book and leave the room.

As soon as I went out, I saw Lisa sitting lazily at the front desk of the wooden table, yawning and reading a book with groggy eyelids.

He walked over quietly, and any slight noises he made accidentally were eliminated with the element of wind.

After all, this is a library, and it would be bad to make noise and disturb people reading.

"Ms. Lisa." Samuel walked to the front desk and called softly.

Lisa, who had sensed the flow of elemental power, had already looked at him.

"Hmm? What's wrong, Your Majesty?" Lisa put down the book in her hand and yawned, looking very tired. "Is there anything you don't understand... yawn... do you want to ask me?"

Samuel nodded, thought for a while and decided to start with the first question:

"Water slime is formed by the precipitation of water elemental power... The various kinds of pasta, noodles and other pasta you eat are all made of flour and water, right?"

There was a hint of surprise in Lisa's tired eyes when she heard this, followed by more relief and curiosity.

Hmm...I think I still miss it a little bit?

Samuel looked into her dark green and deep eyes and continued:

"What I want to ask is, if enough flour is added, will the water slime turn into flour slime?"

This genius witch, who was once seen once in every two hundred years in the Xumi Sect, was stunned for a moment, with an expression that seemed to mean "as expected", and suddenly she laughed softly.

She laughed for a while, then said with a smile:

“Well, first let’s talk about the structure of slime.

"Look--" Before she could finish her words, a sudden female voice interrupted the conversation between the two.

“…Hello, I’m here to return a book.”

Samuel and Lisa looked over at her.

It was a blonde girl with shoulder-length ponytails, and her hair was decorated with a mesh and black wing headdress.

Under her long golden hair, her right eye is a shy green eye, while her left eye is covered by bangs and she wears a black eye patch.

Although she was not wearing the purple and black backless, chest-length mesh jumpsuit in the game, but a plain black skirt with pockets, Samuel still sensed the identity of the girl from the middle school student vibe revealed in the eye mask.

Samuel blinked.

He forgot to change his address for a moment, and just followed the way he had addressed the person in the game before, and asked softly, tentatively:

"…Your Highness?"

As a result, the girl seemed to have received some secret signal, and suddenly became very energetic, as if she had triggered a combo:

“Oh↑Roar↘Roar↘Roar↘! I didn’t expect that in this “treasure house of cosmic knowledge”, there is actually someone who recognizes this princess!”

A collective voice came from inside the library:

"Sh-!!!"

The blonde girl with an eye mask covered her mouth: "Ah, sorry, sorry..."

Lisa, who was standing by, was much more energetic after being tossed around like this: "Hey, isn't this little Amy?"

"Are you here to return the book you borrowed last time?" She looked at Fischl gently.

Fischl nodded, "Yes... yes."

After hearing her words, Samuel added in a low voice: "The librarian witch..."

Lisa smiled and sorted out the books that Fischl had returned. Fischl, on the other hand, turned her head curiously and looked at the white-haired boy holding a book beside her, as if she had encountered an organization.

An exquisite crown inlaid with gorgeous azure gems (Fischl mistook it for a crown), a pure white ecclesiastical robe with only a few gold embellishments that carried a sacred aura, and the other person's calm and handsome face and shoulder-length white hair.

Fischl was momentarily stunned at the sight of the other person, who was as calm and elegant as the old Mondstadt nobles in the books, and had a holy and otherworldly temperament.

The princess, who had been staying at home reading fantasy novels and not reading newspapers for the past few days, had the following reaction:

Could it be that this person is also someone like me, chasing after false fantasies? !

The second reaction is:

His outfit is much better than mine now! If I had known, I would have gone out wearing a princess dress today!

The third reaction is:

The decorations on him are so plain, why does he look so powerful...?

So, with doubt in her mind, Fischl unyieldingly posed in what she thought was a very imposing posture, looked down at Samuel, and coughed twice.

She was about to speak in a loud and powerful voice, but suddenly remembered that this was a library, so she asked in a whisper:

“…Who are you to know my name?…”

As she adjusted her posture, a half-human-tall night crow filled with lightning elemental power suddenly appeared and flew beside her.

It whispered in a steady and friendly tone:

"Miss, what you mean is: how do you know she is 'Her Royal Highness'?"

"This..." Samuel didn't know how to respond.

Could he say that he let it slip accidentally because he wasn't paying attention?

...Speaking of which, did Fischl not recognize him?

Fortunately, Fischl on the other side posed, bared his teeth and claws, and continued to speak in a whisper:

“…The all-seeing Eyes of the Holy Judgement, reveal the secret of the person before me…!”

Samuel suddenly had an idea and thought of how to get away with it.

Then he smiled and whispered calmly:

"…I am His Holiness the Pope, and I have long admired Her Highness the Princess of Judgment. It is a great honor to meet you today."

Well, I just wanted to communicate with her in her own way to attract her attention, it’s not like I have a little bit of Chuunibyou…

I am such a considerate Pope... the little slime thought narcissistically in his heart.

When Fischl at the side saw that the white-haired boy in holy and elegant clothes actually responded to her in her own way, her eyes were so excited that they seemed to be shooting lasers!

“Oh↑roar↘roar↘roar↘, it turns out to be His Holiness the Pope! Just now, the Eye of the Holy Judge was deceived by your holy spirit, so I was able to see through your true identity!

"I was disrespectful just now when I peeped in!"

"Shhh!!!" Everyone inside the library reminded again in unison.

Fischl blushed.

"Ah...hahaha...sorry..."

……

After Lisa finished organizing the books, she came back to see Fischl posing to the Pope, which seemed like he was unwilling to be outdone.

His Holiness the Pope seemed a little embarrassed, but also a little excited, and whispered to her with a smile.

They whispered some silly remarks to each other, fearing that they would disturb other people who were reading in the library.

Lisa found it very interesting, so she leaned on the bookshelf and watched the battle with great interest.

Oh my... Little Amy wouldn't think that His Holiness Saint Samuel is like her, um... in her own words, a "fantasy chaser", right?

Thinking of this, she held her chin and glanced at the book lovers around her.

…It seems that someone in the library has noticed that “Your Majesty” really seems to be Your Majesty. Why hasn’t little Amy noticed it yet?

Could it be that...she hasn't read the newspaper recently?

The more Lisa thought about it, the more interesting it became, and she couldn't help but chuckle.