Dotore from Genshin Impact is my teacher

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Since it was granted permission by the Ice Queen, why not take advantage of so much Mora? He silently recited the incantation for using the Qiankun Bag.

The golden Mora surged into the Qiankun Bag as if it were alive. Watching a small mountain of Mora, tens of meters tall, gradually grow to be as tall as herself, Xi felt a little guilty and made the Qiankun Bag spit some out.

Xi suddenly remembered that the scholar from Sumeru was helping her rob the Winter Kingdom's treasury. He had been busy for a while. Xi leaned over and asked him, "Is Zandik finished packing?"

"Hmm." Zandik tied the opening of the Qiankun Bag, wondering why the bag Xi had given him was not full. His lack of social skills prevented him from asking Xi this question.

But he already had a guess in his heart that it might be the magic of the immortals in Liyue or a bag made of special materials. If he had enough time and materials, he could make it too.

"Alright, let's experience the customs and culture of the Winter Kingdom!" Xi put away her Qiankun bag and excitedly led Zandik to the entrance of the tavern.

Looking at the liquor symbol on the sign and smelling the aroma of liquor wafting from it, Zandik hesitated slightly. He remembered that he came here to eat, so how did he end up in a tavern?

"Let's go in."

Xi casually found a place to sit down, while Zandik sat opposite her. The two were silent for a moment, looking at each other as if they wanted to say something but didn't, unsure of what to say.

The once bustling tavern fell silent for a moment. The arrival of the two surprised the other people in the tavern. Judging from their clothes, they should be nobles or something. Why would they come to a place like this to drink?

This continued until the bartender, seeing the two people occupying the seats without ordering anything, came down from the counter and asked, "What would you two like to drink? We have kerosene and other juices."

Seeing that Zandik was sitting across from her without saying a word, Xi ordered one for him and said to the bartender, "Two glasses of kerosene."

"Okay, please wait a moment." The bartender politely noted down their seats and drinks on a piece of paper before returning to the counter to mix the drinks.

After a short wait, the prepared kerosene was poured into oak glasses. The bartender placed the two glasses in front of the two men, then turned back to the counter to continue preparing drinks for other customers.

“This is kerosene. I’ve heard other soldiers talk about it; it’s a very strong liquor with a very high alcohol content.” Xi paused deliberately. “I also ordered you a glass.”

Zandik shook his head, looking at Xi with a mature air, and said seriously, "I don't want to drink it, it will affect my normal thinking."

"Probably not, let me try it for you first." After saying that, Xi picked up the oak cup and took a small sip.

The moment the clear liquid containing high levels of alcohol came into contact with his tongue, Xi felt it was even spicier than eating a dozen small chili peppers. But he couldn't just spit out something he had paid for, so adhering to the principle of not wasting food, he swallowed it down in one gulp.

The strong liquor went down her throat, leaving a blush on Xi's fair face.

He urged Zandik to take a bite as well: "Zandik, have a bite, it hasn't affected my thinking at all."

Zandik explained, “I’ve never drunk alcohol before… It numbs my brain and slows down my thinking and reaction time.”

This spiciness shouldn't be something you have to bear alone, Xi kept advising Zandik: "Just try it, just one bite, it won't affect your thinking or reaction."

Seeing that Zandik was still hesitant, Xi changed her approach to persuade him.

"The alcohol in it may slow down the brain's reaction speed, and at the same time it will stimulate the brain to release dopamine, making you temporarily forget those unhappy things."

"Your homeland has rejected you, but we Fools will not; we will support you."

“I was also one of those people who were considered outcasts, so I can understand how you feel.”

"What you care about is just the past, and what you need to embrace now is the future."

"Your bright future should not be hindered by those bad experiences."

"Take a short break from those bad memories."

"If you can't listen to these words... your research funding might not be approved."

"This is a place for drinking. You can't get anything done without drinking."

It must be said that Xi is quite eloquent; even a scholar like Zandik was swayed by his words.

"Yes, let's try to forget those bad memories for a while."

Those decaying fellows are ignorant fools abandoned by wisdom, trapped in that coffin called the Church House.

Academic research should not be bound by what are called conscience and morality.

What illegal experiment? He was pursuing the truth!

Those corrupt bastards don't understand at all!

Although his expulsion was something he had expected, it was still infuriating. Just wait, one day he will return to that homeland, in an irresistible way, to take control of all truth.

Never mind, I almost lost my mind in anger.

It's time to calm down.

To fund future experiments...

Zandik frowned again, but quickly relaxed. For the sake of future experimental funding, he picked up the oak cup in front of him. The pungent smell of alcohol made him dizzy. He endured the discomfort and took a small sip of the kerosene in the cup. His face turned red instantly, and he stuck out his tongue from the spiciness.

Seeing the adorable young scholar in front of her, Xi casually took out her camera and snapped a picture.

Zandik had seen a phonograph before when he was doing academic research in Sumeru, but the one that Xi was holding looked rather novel.

His voice was hoarse from Huoshuila's question: "You took a picture?"

Xi took the camera and found the photos she had just taken: "Hmm, they're nice."

"How about it? Do you feel less angry now?"

Zandik nodded: "Yes, much better."

Xi half-jokingly coaxed him, "A few more bites and you'll become an immortal."

"Really?" Zandik had never heard of any wine that could instantly transform someone into a Celestial in Liyue, and he was skeptical.

Xi smiled and said, "You'll know once you try."

Practice makes perfect. Zandik took a big gulp with some skepticism, and his throat felt like it was being burned by fire.

But as the hot water went down my throat, all the unpleasant thoughts vanished, and everything in front of me began to sway.

The young scholar, who had never been exposed to alcohol before, finished a large glass of kerosene in front of him and fell asleep on the table.

In other words, Zandik's alcohol tolerance was basically zero, but he got drunk directly from contact with high-proof kerosene and even fell asleep on the table.

Xi finished drinking most of the remaining molten water in one gulp, and while she was still lucid, she paid the bill and carried Zandik back home.