Mr. Zhongli, we can't slack off anymore!

"Catch the thief!"

"Can anyone help me catch a thief?!"

"Please!"

A wealthy woman was panting and shouting in the street, but no one responded to her plea for help.

It's not that they're cold-hearted, but rather that they don't want to get into trouble.

At that time, Fontaine was rife with gangs. Behind these gangs were Fontaine's upper echelons.

Businesses and ordinary people are both targets of their bullying.

However, the Fontainebleau deity is diligent in his political affairs, so the gangs don't dare to make big moves openly. They secretly package their illegal businesses as legal, forcibly seize other people's businesses and package them as legitimate transfers, and they also do some petty theft.

The burly thief was gloating over his big heist, as the stolen wallet was overflowing with valuables.

Bang!

He bumped into a wall, and the wallet he had just stolen fell to the ground.

The traveler picked up the wallet and handed it to the lady.

It turns out that the wall was built by the traveler using elemental power.

From Melousin's village to Fontaine, she trained her elemental powers and fought monsters along the way.

Her ability to control elemental forces has improved considerably.

Level +1, Talent +1...

Of course, the traveler didn't have a system to record these things for her; she made them up in her own mind.

Although it still can't spray as much water as a young water dragon, it's much easier to deal with monsters than before.

If she were to return to Liyue, she couldn't be a lazy bum anymore!

"Thank you, thank you!" The lady was still in shock.

"Do you know who I am, little girl?" The thief wiped the blood from his head and walked menacingly toward the traveler.

"Who are you?" The traveler didn't take it seriously at all.

How dare a mere little Karami, who can't even be considered a wild monster, act wildly in front of the savior recognized by the heavens?

The task of saving the world is indeed very heavy. When the world's top combat forces believe that only you can save the world, the situation is completely different!

You will become extremely confident.

Hmm... how can it not be considered a form of recognition!

Another factor is that the traveler is already annoyed by not being able to see his own companion, and then this guy comes to provoke him.

"Do you believe that even if I beat you to death in the street, no one will dare to do anything?" The thief saw that the traveler was a little girl and wanted to bully her. Perhaps he was stunned by the accident, he didn't think about why a wall would suddenly appear in the street.

Navelette released the traveler's hand with an air of urgency, as if to send him to the heavens to face justice.

The traveler stopped Navelette and pulled him behind him.

"Hit me? You want to fight me, who has the Eye of God?" The traveler had just arrived in Fontainebleau and naturally didn't know anything about gangs.

Rock element particles condensed in the air, and the onlookers backed away upon seeing this. The thief, sensing something was wrong, glanced to his side.

"Oh my god... Mommy..."

At this moment, he realized that he was surrounded by floating rock spears. He took a step back, and seeing that the traveler did not move, he ran away.

"Mom!"

Only after he had run far away did the traveler lower his guard.

The lady approached the traveler, her face full of apology: "Thank you for helping me get my wallet back... You're not from Fontainebleau, are you?"

"I am from Liyue." The traveler has also learned to lie without blinking.

"This is a thank-you gift." The noblewoman grabbed a handful of Mora and placed it in the traveler's hand: "Hurry up and leave Fontaine, or someone will cause you trouble."

"Excuse me..." Before the traveler could finish his question, the noblewoman hurriedly left.

"Huh? What exactly is going on?" The traveler was completely baffled.

Well, now the curse of travelers getting into trouble as soon as they arrive in a new country has also been passed on to travelers.

"Oh well, I'll see when the time comes. I didn't expect to make money like this..." The traveler weighed the Mora in his hand. He should have enough for lodging. Was there any legal and quick way to make money?

The traveler tried to pull Navelette toward an inn, but couldn't budge her. The boy was staring intently at a hair ornament in a shop window.

"Which one do you like?" the traveler asked him.

He nodded, a little shyly.

The traveler also felt that the hair ornament looked familiar; the blue feathers and gold iris-like headdress was exactly the same as the one in his character.

"I'll buy it for you." The traveler's heart stopped when he saw the price tag.

Why are there so many zeros at the end? Does that make sense?

This is absolutely fraud against consumers.

Seeing travelers waiting outside to look at hair accessories, the shop assistant came out to promote them: "Miss, would you like to try one on?"

"No, no," the traveler refused.

"This is the work of Monaco Roslia, the famous designer and fashion icon of Fontainebleau. It is one of a kind in the world, and it is guaranteed to appreciate 80 times in value in 500 years. It is more than worth the price!"

"I don't have that much money." Even if the traveler wanted to buy it, he couldn't afford it.

"Our store also supports installment loans, but the interest rate may be a bit higher..." the salesperson continued to promote the service.

The interest rate is a bit high... Could it be the legendary high-interest loan...?

The traveler took two steps back, grabbed Navelette, held her in his arms, and sprinted away from the place of trouble in an 800-meter dash.

She was actually starting to feel a little tempted.

Even if I borrowed money from loan sharks... the debt collectors can't find me.

No! No! We must instill healthy consumer values ​​and not corrupt children.

After leaving the commercial area, the two strolled through the residential area.

At least there aren't any ridiculously expensive items for sale here.

Navelette kept her head down and didn't say anything.

The sky is clouded over.

The child is about to cry again.

"Little water dragon, you crybaby." The traveler picked up the tiny Navelette and poked his soft, chubby little face.

I had agreed to it first, so it's understandable that he felt wronged.

The rain eventually started to fall.

The two stood under the eaves to shelter from the rain, and he buried his little face in the traveler's neck.

Two pink patches stood out on her snow-white face.

The traveler had a wicked thought...

He's so cute when he cries, so I won't comfort him yet, hehehe.

Several children ran downstairs excitedly with their balls in their arms, but when they saw it was raining outside, they all looked miserable.

"Why did it suddenly start raining...?"

"It was a bright sunny day just now!"

"What should we do? We've waited so long for this day..."

"Go back, or you'll get scolded again if you get your clothes wet."

"But...but...waaaaaah, I really want to go out and play!" One child couldn't help but cry, and another child started crying too, one after another.

Anyone who didn't know better would have thought that the only adult present had done something to them.

Crying is not cute at all, it's so noisy.

"Ahem! Sister, I have a way to stop the rain." The traveler couldn't help but exclaim.

"What method is it?" a child asked curiously.

"She might be a human trafficker! Don't talk to strangers," the older child stopped him.

Well, it's good that kids have safety awareness, but it really hurts their self-esteem.

I don't look like a human trafficker at all!

"Let me tell you a story. Once upon a time, in the ancient ocean, there lived a sentimental water dragon. When he was sad, it would rain. At that time, all you had to do was shout at the sky, 'Water dragon, water dragon, don't cry,' and the rain would stop."

"Is it true?"

"I've never heard this story before."

"Why don't we give it a try?" the traveler shouted, leading the way: "Water dragon, water dragon, stop crying!"

The children joined her in chanting, "Water Dragon, Water Dragon, don't cry! Water Dragon, Water Dragon, don't cry..."

The rain lessened and gradually stopped.

"It turned out to be true!"

"Thank you sister!"

"Goodbye sister."

The children ran off happily.

This story spread among children and continued to be told in Fontainebleau 500 years later.

Whenever it rains, children will shout in the street, "Water dragon, water dragon, don't cry."

The origin of the story is unknown.

It's as if the storyteller never existed.