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

Hotel owner: "You two are staying here, but we only have one single room left."

Sure enough, the innkeeping rule applies to time travelers: if two people of the opposite sex stay at an inn, there will always be only one room left.

"Let's ask around elsewhere." The Traveler's Refusal Law.

Even if they are children, it's not really appropriate for them to sleep in the same bed.

It's not that I'm "keeping myself pure" for anyone; it's just that I have high moral character! I would never take advantage of someone in a vulnerable situation.

What if my little crybaby causes flooding in Fontainebleau? If I travel to Fontainebleau 500 years from now, and then I'm sentenced to life imprisonment for "tainting the purity and nobility of the highest judge," what will happen?

If it can be avoided now, then it's best to avoid it as much as possible!

The hotel manager scratched his head and whispered to the traveler, "Other hotels require identification, but for a foreign tourist like you, it will cost at least this much to get one."

The shop owner held up ten fingers.

"10 Mora?"

"No."

"100 Mora?"

"no!"

"1000 Mora is a bit expensive, isn't it? Identification is just a piece of paper, isn't it?"

"Oh no, that's not it."

"Could it be Mora? Isn't this robbery?"

“My guest, it will cost a full 10 Mora to process this for you.”

The traveler stared blankly for a long time, unable to utter a word; she had never seen such a rule before.

This is pure bullying!

"Ever since Lord Water God went into seclusion, the government has basically been taken over by the nobles. If the underworld and the legitimate world collude, we ordinary citizens can't afford to offend them."

Does that mean I won't see the Water God on this trip? Who but the gods knows how to get to Sky Island? Am I supposed to stay in a world from 500 years ago for 500 years?

It's not that they need to wait 500... it's just that other gods are even harder to see and talk to... they might not even be found, they can only be riddles.

"To be honest, my hotel, which is located deep in an alley, is the most conscientious in all of Fontaine."

"What should we do then?" the traveler wondered.

A chubby little hand tugged at the traveler's sleeve: "Let's... sleep together."

For travelers, accommodation is a minor issue; not being able to see the water god is the real problem.

"Then I'll have to trouble you," the traveler replied, trying to avoid embarrassment.

"These days, it's not easy for maids to help their employers take care of their children," the shop manager remarked.

Your whole family are maids!

I look so much like an emperor, destined for a peaceful and prosperous nation!

"That's true..." The traveler had to suppress his temper in order to avoid sleeping on the streets that day.

*

Upon arriving at the room, the traveler poured Navelette a glass of the expensive bottled water he had just bought from the hotel.

As for Shui Long, he should just drink some purified water to replenish his body.

He doesn't like drinking tea or eating rice; he only drinks water.

"Oh! Ha... What kind of water is this?" He opened his eyes wide as if he had tasted some kind of nectar.

“It’s freshwater from Fontainebleau. Oh, right, you’ve only ever drunk seawater from Fontainebleau.” The traveler refilled his water bottle: “Drink more.”

"Let me tell you, the taste of water is very particular. Mondstadt's water is clear and crisp, Liyue's water has a lingering aftertaste, Inazuma's water has a deep and profound flavor, Sumeru's water has a rich flavor but needs to be savored... Nata's water... I forget what it was like..."

"Anyway, you should try it yourself sometime."

"I see, Miss Traveler, you know so much." His eyes were full of expectation, as if he wanted to drink all the water in the world in the next second.

"I've just heard about it too much; I've been to all of these places!" Even though it's just in a game.

"Miss traveler, will you take me with you?"

"..."

"Sorry, I shouldn't have asked."

"nothing."

*

In the dead of night, the traveler was awakened by a series of urgent knocks on the door.

The little guy beside me had already woken up, and he was staring at the door warily.

“This visitor seems ill-intentioned. Miss traveler, I’d better go open the door,” the little guy said.

"Let me do it."

The traveler hadn't slept well all day, and the little guy next to him was restless too. Children usually need a lot of sleep, but instead of sleeping, he stared intently at the traveler. The traveler, exhausted, finally turned over and fell asleep.

I was woken up by someone knocking on the door again.

It's best if he has something important to say!

The traveler unlocked the door and pulled it open.

She froze the moment the door opened.

The entire corridor was filled with burly men dressed in black suits and sunglasses.

Axe... Axe... Axe Gang?

The man in the lead was the same one she had seen during the day who had snatched someone's wallet.

"Little girl, you've offended the Golden Sparrow Merchant Guild, so your life is doomed. Have you written your will yet?"

"Sigh..." Fortunately, none of them were good people, so I could vent my anger freely.

The rock element particles shone brightly in her hands.

The entire building was a blinding white.

The sounds of rolling rocks and cracking bones mingled together.

Some people don't even have time to let out a heart-wrenching scream until the light fades away.

The arrogant and domineering men fell to the ground, clutching their legs or arms, all with faces full of terror.

The leader, dragging his broken leg, crawled and dodged the travelers as they approached step by step.

With a loud bang, a stone wall blocked his way.

"Spare me, spare me! I have an elderly mother to care for..." the vicious thug pleaded repeatedly.

"Wouldn't your mother be upset if she knew what you were doing?" the traveler asked, arms crossed.

"Actually... she actually quite enjoyed it..." This guy is honest; he doesn't even know how to play the victim.

"Quite realistic..."

"Please spare me, you're so kind!"

"Can you ever turn over a new leaf and become a law-abiding citizen?" the traveler asked.

"Yes, yes, yes... Oh! No, betraying the organization is a death sentence. Why don't you go all the way and wipe out our Golden Sparrow Society's headquarters?"

"where is it?"

Anyway, I can't sleep now. If it's my fault for not being able to sleep, then he won't be able to sleep either!

*

Tonight's Golden Sparrow Chamber of Commerce is destined to be a sleepless night.

Just an hour ago, the president of the Golden Sparrow Society was surrounded by beautiful women. He was now tied up and hung from a street lamp, and his ruthless and terrifying eyes had become very conducive to social harmony.

The Golden Sparrow Society's thugs scattered and fled, and the once magnificent Chamber of Commerce building is now a scene of war damage.

Meanwhile, the culprit was drooling over the glittering Mora in the safe.

I did a big job today... oops... I made a huge deal today!

It was worth staying up all night!

“Miss Traveler, isn’t what we’re doing a little inappropriate…” the future Grand Inquisitor questioned.

“Mr. Navelette, if the wicked are not eliminated, they will harm the good. In a country governed by the rule of law, this is inappropriate, but in a country where the wicked are in power, evil cannot be stopped without swift and decisive measures,” the traveler said earnestly.

"Hmm..." He still didn't seem to understand.

The traveler patted his head: "Aren't you looking for the meaning of life? If there's only one place in the world where you can find your own meaning, it's probably in a courtroom. The clash of good and evil, choices beyond life and death, greed or coercion, the entanglement of the weak and the strong, a battle of wits, barbarity disregarding civilization..."

"I believe that when you understand all of this, you will understand your own meaning."

“You just questioned my sense of justice. I believe that violence is also a form of justice. If you are powerful enough, you can even create a system, maintain a system, and change all of this.”

“Ah…” Young Navelette was speechless.

While he was lost in thought, the traveler quickly stuffed Mora into his pocket.

She had long forgotten the bunch of fallacies she had spouted; all she remembered was that the money could buy her an expensive headdress.

An unconscious remark became Navelette's future guide.

Even he himself doesn't remember why he was so obsessed with the law.