Genshin Impact: Please don’t bully me, fellow stragglers

Huachengguo is very small, and Tinari not only serves as a ranger here, but also as a doctor and teacher.

Not long after I returned to my residence, people came to my door one after another.

"Is Mr. Tinari here? Is there any ointment for abrasions?"

"Mr. Tinari, can you write a letter to my son in Xumi City for me?"

"Mr. Tinari, a ferocious crocodile king appeared in the east forest..."

"Come on, come on!" Kelai answered the door patiently while doing his homework, "Master is not here, I will make the ointment right away, please come back in two hours... If you write a letter, please wait a moment, I will get the ink... OK Is it the Crocodile King? Okay, I will tell Master..."

Kelai was spinning over and over again between the desk and the door like a top, but there was no hint of impatience on his face.

Nanke was holding the second volume of "My Fox Immortal Palace Secretary" that Kelai gave her to pass the time. She raised her eyes frequently, but finally couldn't sit still. When Kelai was biting the end of his pen and picking out the dictionary, he walked up and asked: " Need help, Collet?"

The skirmishers said they wanted to pick some mushrooms to take with them on the way, and they entered the rainforest halfway, so they were the only ones who came back.

When he was not here, Kelai obviously wanted to be more relaxed. He hesitated for a moment, pointed to the dictionary and asked her with pleading eyes: "Well, is this the word 'date' for date palm honey?"

Nanke nodded.

The person sitting across the table requesting a ghostwriter was an old woman with scarred hands. Her face showed a little distrust: "Collet, I think it's better to forget it. I'll come back when Mr. Tinari comes back."

"Is this so?" Kelai was halfway through copying the word "Jujube", raised his head and put his pen down, forcing a smile, "You are right, then, we should wait for Master Tinari to come back..."

In fact, most of the words have been written stumblingly on the letter paper. The handwriting is not beautiful, and it is mixed with phonetic notation, but it is very neat, which shows the author's intention.

"I have already written so much. If you wait for Mr. Tinari to come back, you will have to read it again." Nanke smiled gently at the old woman. "If you are not in a hurry, Cole and I will write it together."

"You are..." The old woman frowned.

"This is a guest from Daozhu, named Nanke, who is staying here," Kelai said quickly, then added, "She is also going to Xumi City."

The old woman lowered her guard and nodded: "It turns out he is a foreign guest."

"Since it is your family letter, it is inconvenient for me as an outsider to interfere, so let Ke Lai be the main author." Nan Ke moved a stool, took Ke Lai's dictionary, and used a pencil to draw out the four words "date palm honey", " After we finish writing, we will retell it until you confirm that there are no problems, okay?"

The old woman looked at her for a few times and nodded reluctantly: "Thank you then."

This is an ordinary letter from home.

He complained to the children who were studying in Xumi City and had no news for a long time and asked about their return date.

"...The date palm honey you sent back last time was too sweet. I only tasted two pieces, so I'd better leave it to you to eat on your own." The old woman paused slightly and said while thinking, "Don't be too old. It's sent here and there, just write back to me. There are many people who can read in Huachengguo, so you don't have to worry about not being able to understand. Remember, write back and say you're safe, so I can rest assured."

Ke Lai wrote down these words one by one, while Nanke was responsible for flipping through the dictionary and finding the words she couldn't write in time.

After writing the last word and adding the universal congratulations, Kelai took a long breath and smiled: "I've written it! Listen and see if it's right..."

After slightly revising and copying it, the old woman left behind a package of dried meat, folded the letter, and left unsteadily.

"This is the first time my ghostwriting has gone so well!" Ke Lai smiled happily, stretched out his arms and lay on the table, "Thank you, Nanke!"

"You also helped me a lot." Nanke rubbed the ink on Ke Lai's face with his fingers.

"Ah! I'm going to wash my face!" Ke Lai stood up in confusion.

Across the door, Nanke turned his back to Kelai and flipped through the dictionary casually: "Ke Lai, don't you feel annoyed that you have to complete the homework assigned by Tinari and have to solve so many trivial matters?"

"No, Master Tinari took me in, and I can't thank you enough." After the sound of water, only the sound of the rustling of cloth as the bandage was wrapped was left. "Besides, I like to help others. Seeing their smiles makes me feel the same." happy."

What a little angel.

Nanke sighed with emotion, turned to the title page of the dictionary, and saw a line of large characters with flying dragons and phoenixes:

Wish you: good luck with your studies! ——Not well-known.

At the bottom is a large windmill in the Mondstadt style.

I get it.

Gale mechanism, right?

Nanke held the corners of his mouth in time to prevent him from laughing.

Kelai seemed to have started talking, and then continued the topic: "Actually, I'm embarrassed to say it. I did all this to imitate a friend I particularly like. She is a knight of Mondstadt, enthusiastic and lively. , very helpful, and I have been helped by her, so I can’t help but think, if I can be like her..."

When the skirmishers and Tinari entered the door together, Kelai was holding the book "Please Entrust My Fox Immortal Palace Secretary" and asked Nanke with bright eyes: "Nanke, what does it feel like to be in love? Is it really like that?" Just like what is written in the book, your heart will race and your limbs will feel numb..."

"Hmm!" Tinari put his fist to his lips.

"T-Master Tinari!" Kelai jumped up in fright. He didn't have time to hide the light novel in his hand, and flew out in a parabola in a hurry.

"Where did the book come from?" Tinari raised his hand to catch the novel book. When he saw the two heroines on the painted cover, his brows were twisted like a knotted hemp rope.

"Uh..." Kelai put his hands behind his back and twisted his clothes to defend, "I've finished my homework..."

"There's really nothing we can do about you," Tinari held his forehead, grabbed the book and went upstairs, "Come here, Kelai, who taught you to show this kind of reading material to guests..."

Those conspicuous big ears swung back and forth flexibly in accordance with the rhythm of Tinari's words. Nanke stared intently, and his head was suddenly pulled open: "Have you seen enough?"

Collet and Tinari had gone upstairs.

The skirmisher's tone was sinister.

But he was still holding a big green banana leaf in his other hand. The broad leaves were folded into a purse-like shape and filled with colorful round mushrooms. His appearance could not be called cold.

Nanke blinked, stretched out his hands to take the mushroom from his hand into his arms, and said with a smile: "Welcome back, the country will collapse."

"You've coveted other people's bodies in front of me again and again," Xingbing sat down on the empty stool next to her with a strange look, "It's a shame that you can still laugh without feeling guilty at all."

"Thinking about it and taking action are two different things, and I won't actually touch it," Nanke said as he spread out the banana leaves. "The country collapsed. Why are there no purple mushrooms today?"

"Huh?" The skirmisher put one hand on the table to support his face and raised his eyebrows.

Nanke laughed muffledly.

"I found a patch of flame flowers in the forest. I planned to dry the mushrooms and then come back. But when I met Tinari," the skirmisher caught her hand digging around in the mushroom pile, "I had to pick off the stamens and put them inside slowly." If you dry it slowly and pluck it randomly, I will not be responsible for burns caused by the stamens."

Nanke was startled and subconsciously looked at the skirmisher's fingers.

The doll's body is made of lightning-strike wood. Apart from evil spirits, fire is the only thing that can hurt him.

Skirmishers never care about pain. Nine times out of ten, they are using their bare hands...

"It's not like there's no water in the rainforest."

Nanke suddenly grabbed his hand and stared down at him fiercely. The soldier spread his fingers obediently and raised the corners of his lips.

Nanke picked up his fingers and checked them one by one: "It's best like this..."

"Mr. Guobeng, Miss Nanke." A voice suddenly came from the stairs behind.

Nanke turned around, and Tinari was standing on the wooden stairs, giving her an apologetic smile for disturbing her.

Nan Ke blushed and let go of the skirmisher.

Tinari then walked down: "I heard from Kelai that you helped her complete the ghostwritten letter for the villagers. That kid is always messy. I hope I didn't cause you any trouble."

"We are the ones," Nanke said. "We have caused you so much trouble for nothing. I don't know how to thank you."

"That's too polite," Tinari smiled and waved his hand, "but I do have one thing to ask of you."

Nanke was surprised: "Can you please tell me?"

"The old man who asked you to write the book, her son entered the Xumi Order a few years ago. I wonder if it was because the old mother was illiterate. Although she sent some special products home every once in a while, she never wrote a letter. ,"

Tinari said, pulling out a thick stack of envelopes from the pile of documents on the desk, "That's nothing. What's strange is that the letters home sent to him by the old man are always returned because of delivery failure. They are all here, so as not to In order to cause unnecessary worries, I have not told this matter for the time being. Since you are going to Xumi City, I would like to ask you to take a few of these letters with you and send a commission to the Adventurers Association in the city and send them to the recipient. In the hands of those who trust.”

"Aren't you a scholar from the Teaching Academy?" The skirmisher glanced at the letters, "Whether it's going to Xumi City in person or using your connections, it should be easier than asking us to forward it to you."

"This," Tinari touched the base of his ears and found it difficult to say, "due to some reasons and the advice of friends, I have been keeping a distance from Xumi City recently..."

"Is Mr. Tinari here?" The door was knocked again, and a young man's drawn-out shout came from outside.

"Anyway, I beg you to think about it." Tinari smiled, put down the letter and opened the door, "Yes, what's the matter--"