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

It was too late to apply for an interview with Funina again.

Early the next morning, the hotel manager knocked on the door again.

An envelope was delivered this time, containing two cruise tickets and two VIP tickets for the Opéra Opéra.

"Tsk," Shanbing looked at the performance time on the ticket stub and scratched his messy hair in annoyance, "This afternoon."

Ever since the skirmishers were able to fall asleep, they seemed to be a little more irritated to wake up.

"In other words, if we don't leave immediately, we won't be able to catch up?" Nanke curled up in the warm quilt, eyes bleary.

No one likes to have their dreams disturbed.

On this point they were undoubtedly in agreement.

"You want to go to the show?" The soldier threw the ticket away and got back on the bed.

The body temperature of a person soaked in the cold was rarely lower than hers. Nanke shivered and shrank back, and was forcefully taken into his arms.

Nanke shook his head honestly.

The straggler's eyebrows relaxed, he closed his eyes and said, "Then just ignore it."

Nanke didn't go out until noon, carrying his luggage and holding garlic bread in his mouth, and was pulled by the skirmishers to a deserted alley.

After a while, a bright purple light penetrated the silver-covered city and disappeared into the thick clouds above.

Will anyone see it?

Nanke doesn't care, Miss Water God will solve it.

The city where the Opécle Opera House is located is the only port in the Irierim District.

They landed behind the cruise ship station and circled onto the road.

There are pines and cypresses on both sides of the avenue covered with snow. Looking ahead, across a wide fountain square, you can overlook the entire Opécle Opera House.

The building made of pure white marble has huge flat arches on both wings. The top of the main building in the middle is decorated with copper-gold flutes. Below the panpipes, three parallel long oval colored windows reflect a solemn cyan tone in the winter. The bottom edge outlines the door of the opera house that handles the flow of people.

Ninety percent of the pedestrians coming out of the port go straight to that door.

The Opera House in Fontaine is not only a venue for performances, but also a court of judgment.

Nanke and the skirmishers passed by the square and saw a guide sign reading "Today's Play" next to the inscription on the fountain.

A certain person's wife disappeared during a trip, and her husband searched for her to no avail, so he sued his travel companion.

The suspect in a certain vicious robbery incident refused to accept the first-instance verdict and appealed to the second-instance defense, claiming that he only robbed money and never killed anyone.

Two years later, a potted plant in the law enforcement court was stolen again, and the prisoner was arrested, suspected to be the true identity of "Pure White Lily of the Valley."

...and so on.

Nanke didn't finish reading, rubbed his temples and looked away.

She once again confirmed that she had difficulty identifying with this "court-is-the-stage" culture.

The inscription was also engraved with a simplified map of the entire Iriya Forest District. Nanke lowered his head and memorized it silently. Pedestrians on both sides passed by one after another. The ding-ding-dong-dong that accompanied Mora's entry into the water was also mixed with random murmurs.

"So young..."

"Isn't it a little early to come to Lu Jingquan at this age..."

"A bit like those two in the newspaper..."

Nanke grabbed the ground with his head.

Steam Bird News Agency has a good code.

Anyone passing by could recognize her and the skirmishers.

"The country has collapsed, shall we set off?" Nanke tugged on the sleeves of the stragglers and asked in a low voice.

The skirmisher nodded, glanced at the shiny mola at the bottom of the fountain pool, and threw one in casually.

When a "boom" sound was heard, they had already turned around and walked towards the wild areas of Iriya Forest District.

"With the collapse of the country, it's rare that you would be interested in the wishing fountain."

"..."

"What did you wish for?"

"I didn't make any wishes."

"Ok?"

Centered on two towering steep peaks, the Ilyelin area is dotted with developed water systems.

Because of winter and snowfall, the mountains and fields are covered with silvery white, the ice floes in the rivers are broken, and the water flows gurglingly.

Passing the Seven-Sky God Statue in Ilyelin District, walking northwest along the river bank, you soon arrived at the location in the Steam Bird News commission.

Looking around, the white snow on the beach melted and the heat hit our faces. It was a habitat for a large fire element hermit crab.

Including but not limited to sea otters, slimes, Qiuqiu people, dragon lizards, and muddy water elves, all gathered among them.

When they entered the territory, except for the Qiuqiu people who were watching from a distance and the dragon lizard who was resting with squinted eyes and opened his eyelids, the other animals did not even move.

The skirmisher picked up a small sea otter, pinched its belly, and let out a soft howl: "They are so relaxed, there should be a lord maintaining order."

Nanke stepped over the small animals on the ground and walked towards the two muddy water elves who were doing something unknown in the distance: "Could they be hermit crabs?"

"It's not like that." The skirmisher looked towards the center of the habitat.

A fiery red giant hermit crab nested there. The shell alone was two or three people tall, and it was motionless with its legs closed.

He tossed the otter toward the hermit crab.

The sea otter's soft belly hit the crab shell, bounced on the ground, rolled over and lay down again, but the hermit crab didn't react at all.

It looks like it's hibernating.

At this moment, a stinging feeling suddenly came from a certain direction.

Nanke suddenly turned his head.

All you can see is the quiet pine forest on the shore. The branches sway up and down with the dancing sparrows, shaking off the broken snow.

"Someone is watching us." Nanke whispered.

"It doesn't have to be a human being." The skirmisher closed the distance and walked beside her, "Just wait and see what happens."

He peeped at their things in the dark until Nanke stopped in front of the turbid water elf, but he didn't reveal himself again.

Nanke squatted down and carefully observed the two turbid water elves.

They look somewhat similar to slimes. They are both round water elemental creatures. Two drops of water about the size of hands are suspended on both sides of the body through thin elemental connections.

As if they were completely unaware of her arrival, they kept waving at each other happily.

Very harmless.

Nanke stretched out a finger and carefully poked one of them with his fingertip.

Nanke had touched slime before.

It feels like a balloon, and with a little force, you can poke it in like jelly.

The muddy water elves are different.

The surface of her body was covered with a thick film of water, which would only dent slightly with her strength.

Afraid of breaking it with too much force, Nanke held back.

The two turbid water elves finally became aware of her existence, turned around, and stared at her with their round eyes unblinkingly.

"Hello." Nanke waved his hand, following their example.

The skirmisher behind him let out a slight breathy laugh.

Nanke turned a deaf ear and kept smiling.

The muddy water elves tilted their heads.

Then he made the same move to Nanke as before.

Although it was an expected response, Nanke was still surprised.

Not just imitation, they seem to really understand human behavior patterns.

"The collapse of the country, do you think these elves lived among humans with the former water god before they were polluted?" Nanke turned around and asked.

"It's possible," the skirmisher looked at the muddy water elf in front of her knees who seemed to be showing joy. "It is said that the first generation of water god Egolia was originally a pure water elf. Even judging from the fact that she could be transformed into a human, these monsters were destroyed by the abyss. Before being polluted, he might have had a human body.”

"Human..." Nanke had mixed feelings.

Creatures polluted by the abyss are harmful but useless. Should there be benefits to losing their power? These turbid water elves, which do not pose a threat, are not regarded as disasters in Fontaine.

"However, Funina shouldn't be looking for them." Nanke stood up, "Let's continue looking."

Searching for turbid water elves in the wild, and looking for specific objects among the turbid water elves that are irregularly distributed and moving, is similar to finding a needle in a haystack.

Nanke walked until the sun set and had to stop temporarily.

Winter nights are especially profound.

There was no place to stay at the Opéra Opéra, and if they returned to Fontainebleau, it would take several hours to go back and forth tomorrow, so they simply found a cave to camp.

The bonfire was lit, and soon it started to rain and sleet outside.

Wet and cold.

Nanke leaned against the skirmishers and wrapped themselves in blankets: "If the country collapses, will you stay for the first half of the night or the second half of the night?"

"There is no need to keep a vigil." The skirmisher pushed her hair aside and lowered his head to kiss her, "The lord is watching."

"Well..." Nanke hummed, "What if it is hostile..."

"There's no way we've been wandering around so far without meeting even half a monster."

"That's what I said...wait! Today...!"

The surplus body has been idle for hundreds of thousands of years. After eating meat, it will never be satisfied with its desires. Once it goes to the wilderness, it will have more fun.

Nanke has a good temper and gets everything he wants.

Plus, no matter how hard I teach, I can't get rid of the shame.

……

The intimate embrace is particularly hot.

After a hearty drink, a quiet sleep enveloped the rugged cave, and the bonfire gradually dimmed.

A subtle whistling sounded from the leeward cave entrance.

Even if he fell asleep, the sensitivity he had developed over the years had already been engraved into his bones, and the soldier immediately opened his eyes.

In the backlight, a little head covered with snow sneaked into the cave entrance.

The shape of a young child. Full of innocence and curiosity.

After a while, the little head quietly withdrew.

There was a delayed rustling sound outside, like heavy objects rubbing against the snow.

A hibernating hermit crab filled with fire elements was pushed to the entrance of the cave.

The narrow cave quickly warmed up, and not a breath of wind could come in.

Light footsteps paced back and forth outside, and for a moment, the crab shell moved slightly outward, leaving room for air exchange.

The corners of the soldier's mouth twitched slightly and he closed his eyes again.