In Sumeru, pretend to be a scholar

"Is that all?" Paimon flew over, watching curiously as the ancient stone snail gradually disappeared into the reef.

“Of course, otherwise how complicated do you think it is?” Wang Yan shrugged.

Paimon looked at him strangely: "Then I feel like you don't really need to set up an experimental platform. The 'Seventy-Two Cyclones' can do all the work!"

"What do you know! We scholars need to be like this to have a sense of ritual! That's how we create the best projects!"

Wang Yan spoke with absolute certainty.

If I don't make it complicated, how will you know how good I am?

“Okay, maybe I’m overthinking it.” Paimon scratched his head and then asked, “How long will it take them to come back?”

"I don't know, we'll see. After all, it's not a perfect product. But they'll probably be back in half an hour at most," Wang Yan shrugged and shook his head.

On the side.

Philin nodded slightly: "In that case, why don't we set up camp and get something to eat first?"

They had been following each other for a day and a night, and all they had eaten was some fluorescent dry food.

"Then I'll do it." Ying accepted the task of setting up camp.

Paimon flew over to her side: "I'll help."

The two quickly lit a campfire and began setting up their tent, while Wang Yan and Philins sat down around the fire to chat.

“Mr. Philins, I’ve heard that you are not human, but a fairy?” Wang Yan began the conversation.

Philin's eyes flashed, but he did not deny it: "Yes, I am a fairy."

"May I ask you some questions about the fairy language? As you know, I am an epistemologist, and language and writing are my areas of research," Wang Yan said humbly.

When you need to ask someone for advice, it's always good to be humble.

As for why he asked Philinus for fairy language?

The reason is quite simple. On the one hand, it's due to the nature of the research topic.

When Wang Yan came to Nordekale, the topic he applied for with the Council of Evangelists was "Language Studies in the Nordekale Region".

However, if Wang Yan is really just doing a simple study of the language of the Nordkalley region, the paper will definitely pass, but it's hard to say how much impact it will have.

Therefore, a language of sufficient weight must be used as the finale of the topic in order to enhance its impact.

The language of fairies is currently not well understood by many scholars throughout Teyvat.

One reason is that most fairies live in winter and rarely go out, and most fairy lords are very feudal and do not like to communicate with the outside world.

Therefore, there are extremely few collectable samples of fairy language.

Aside from the Winterhold region, you might encounter one or two fairies from Winterhold in Nordcalle.

Moreover, ordinary fairies might not really understand fairy language.

Only certain ancient fairy nobles, or fairy antiquities like Philinus, know how to use the true fairy language.

Yes, Fairy Language is a transcendental language.

This story goes back to the appearance of fairies.

Currently, there are approximately six types of fairies commonly found in Teyvat: Wind Fairy, Phantom, Dryad, Beast, Snow Fairy, and Frost Fairy.

There are three other types: the Lantern Fairy, the Siren, and the Prophecy Bird.

Regardless of the type of fairy, their original lineage can be traced back to the time of the Golden City "Hyperpolia," an experiment in which humans and angels usurped power.

Simply put, fairies are an ancient race created by humans from the ancient kingdom of Hyperion with the creative power bestowed upon them by the "first angels".

Extraordinary power flows within them, and the fairy's innate language, "Fairy Language," also possesses extraordinary power.

In the storyline, Philinus also demonstrated his power when fighting the Lunarians.

Therefore, a language with a small sample size and extraordinary power is perfect for Wang Yan to use as a research topic.

He doesn't need to completely dissect the fairy language; he only needs to briefly explain its origins and translate a few key words to write a highly influential paper.

"Inquire about the language of fairies? I'm very sorry, Mr. Wang Yan, although the language of fairies possesses unique power, it is bound to the bloodline of fairies. If you hope to gain the power of fairies by studying their language, then perhaps you can give up," Philins said softly.

Wang Yan smiled and waved his hand: "No, you misunderstand, Mr. Philin. I have also studied languages ​​that are older than fairy language. I don't care about the power of fairies. I only care about the language itself."

"(Kanria) You should know that in the distant past, too many civilizations have vanished, and writing and language are part of the transmission of civilization. I am interested in this."

"(Fandernier's words) As an epistemologist, please believe me that my pursuit of language and writing is pure."

Hearing Wang Yan's series of awkward words, Philin's expression softened considerably.

"Ητωνξωτικωνγλωτταεκτουαίματο?πηγαζει·δυναμαίσοίδίδαξαιτιναρηματα, αλλ'ουκεγγυωμαιοτίμαθηση!"

He uttered a long string of words, and Wang Yan's eyes lit up instantly.

[Language Proficiency] Activated, oh, I never turned it off~

'The tongue of a living creature springs forth from the blood; I can teach you some words, but I cannot guarantee you will learn them.'

'Wrong?'

'It should be: Fairies' language comes from their bloodline. I can teach you a few phrases, but I can't guarantee you'll learn them.'

Wang Yan's expression turned serious: "Is this the language of fairies? Interesting, it seems somewhat similar to Nata's [Engraved Inscription]."

"【Engraved Inscription】?" Philins also showed a hint of curiosity.

Wang Yan nodded: "It's an information editing language left behind by the ancient dragon race. What Mr. Felins just said has some similarities with the information editing logic of the [Engraved Inscription]."

As he spoke, Wang Yan was also deep in thought.

Fairies are said to have been created by the creative power bestowed upon them by the "first angels".

However, creation also requires a foundation.

So, what is the essence of a fairy?

Wang Yan recalled... it was probably a dragon! He remembered that he had used the remains of the Ice Dragon King.

'Therefore, the essence of fairy language is a variant of [dragon language]...'

That makes sense.

[Engraved Inscription] can edit phlogiston to form a powerful force.

Therefore, the transformed [Fairy Language] will naturally possess extraordinary power, bringing powerful blessings to the user.

But why can only fairies use it?

Because fairies have a bloodline that comes from the ancient dragons, who once had the power to rule the world.

'So, Fairy Language and Angel Language are actually quite similar; they are both command languages ​​based on authority.'

While pondering, Wang Yan did not neglect Philins, even though a single sentence was enough for [Language Mastery] to help him master the fairy language.

But Wang Yan still smiled and said, "Could you break it down and explain it to me?"

Since Philin had already said so, he naturally wouldn't refuse.

"In the fairy language, 【ξωτικων】 means fairy or elf, and this word carries an inherent sense of liveliness and fantasy..."

The literal translation of "【εκτουαιματο?】" is "from blood/blood vessels..."

Philin began to delve into the pronunciation, imagery, and writing of the fairy language...

The two of them were having a pleasant conversation.

On the other side.

Ying and Paimon also set up their camp. Since it was a temporary encampment, they didn't put much effort into it; it was just two tents.

Ying and Paimon are one, Wang Yan and Philin are another.

After setting up the tents, Ying glanced at the two old men exchanging ideas and shook his head: "Paimon, what do you want to eat tonight?"

"Hehe, I want to eat meat!" Paimon rubbed his stomach; he was indeed a little hungry.

Ying nodded, took out the Dust Song Pot, and quickly took out a piece of meat: "Then let's have barbecue tonight, and add some vegetables and fruits to garnish it."

“Okay, okay.” Paimon nodded vigorously.

Ying looked around with the ingredients in hand, then walked directly to Wang Yan's previous experimental table. Soon after, the sound of a knife hitting the cutting board rang out.

Chapter 181 Paimon: I Can't Understand the Books of the Epistemological School

"Hey you two over there, come here and get your stuff, it's time for a barbecue!"

Wang Yan and Philins were chatting happily when Paimon shouted loudly from not far away.

The two looked over and saw that Ying had somehow produced bamboo skewers, which had already been used to skewer a large bunch of meat, and were sprinkled with spices.

"I've already marinated it all. You can just take it and grill it. You know how to grill meat, right?"

Ying greeted him.

The two got up and walked over.

Wang Yan smiled and said, "If you don't know how... can you not do the work?"

"Of course... no, if you can't bake it, then wait until Paimon finishes eating it before you eat it," Ying said seriously.

Paimon nodded in agreement, completely unaware that Ying had made a sarcastic remark to her.

Wang Yan laughed loudly: "Hahaha, alright, alright, then I'll bake it myself. Once Paimon finishes eating it, then there won't be anything left!"

"Wait, wait a minute!" Paimon realized what was happening and glared at Ying, "Ying, didn't you just say I eat too much?!"

"No, no, how could I say you can eat a lot!" Ying quickly shook her head. "I've noticed you've lost weight recently, so eat more later."

"Really? I've been trying to improve myself..."

As they spoke, the group returned to the campfire with the meat skewers and started grilling them.

Ying then pulled out a few apples and other fruits from her backpack and distributed them to everyone.

The skewers sizzled on the fire, and the oil dripped into the charcoal, sparking tiny embers. Soon, the aroma of spices filled the air.

It's edible now.

Paimon was already impatiently holding a skewer of freshly grilled meat, blowing on it as he took small bites, sticking out his tongue even though it was so hot, but he wouldn't stop.

"Eat slowly, no one's going to take it from you." Ying smiled and handed her a clean sunset fruit.

"It's so delicious!" Paimon mumbled, took the fruit and took a big bite. The sweet and sour juice made her squint her eyes in satisfaction.

Wang Yan flipped the meat skewers in his hand, controlling the heat perfectly, the surface slightly charred and the inside tender.

This barbecue technique was taught to me by Falushan. Otherwise, Wang Yan, a socialist overgrown child, wouldn't have a professional grill and would probably be stuck in the charcoal-eating group if he just grilled over a campfire like this.

He looked at Fellins and continued the previous topic: "We were just talking about the verb conjugations in Elvish. The way the suffixes are subtly adjusted according to the mood and the object is indeed very different from the logic of Teyvat Common."

Philins gracefully used a knife to cut slices of roasted meat and placed them on a clean broad leaf.

"Yes. Fairy language focuses more on 'intention' and 'resonance' than just conveying information. For example, when expressing the word 'give,' if the recipient is someone you cherish, the ending will have a soft tremolo; if it is charity, it will be a short, falling tone."

He imitated two pronunciations, and although they were just simple syllables, they truly conveyed the subtle differences in emotion.

"How amazing." Wang Yan exclaimed, handing out the grilled meat skewers to the fishy-looking fish. "Yan is not just a tool; it is itself a manifestation of a worldview."

“Like this grilled meat.” Ying took the skewer and said with a smile, “In Mondstadt, people like to use simple salt and herbs; in Liyue, they might brush on sauce and slowly smoke it; in Sumeru, all kinds of spices are much more complicated. The different ways of eating reflect the different lifestyles and climates of each place.”

She couldn't actually understand what Wang Yan and Philins were saying, but being well-informed, she could always join in the conversation no matter what.

Wang Yan smiled and nodded: "A very good analogy. Different environments lead to different cuisines, and this is similar to language. In fact, due to different foods, local slang can also vary..."

As he spoke, Wang Yan raised an eyebrow at Ying: "Why don't you come to our Intellectual School? You could write a paper titled 'A Study on the Differences in Local Slang in Different Regions Due to Different Foods,' and maybe you can apply for some funding from the Ministry of Education."

Ying rolled her eyes: "Forget it, I prefer wielding a sword to writing."

Brainless warrior.

Wang Yan shook his head: "Then why don't we let Paimon switch to our Epistemology school? Anyway, there's nothing worth learning in the Epistemology school."

"The Epistemologists?" Paimon, who was gnawing on meat, was startled by Wang Yan's words and quickly shook his head. "No, no! Al Heisenberg showed me books on the Epistemologists, but I couldn't understand them at all!"

"Can you understand the theory of cause and effect?" Wang Yan asked curiously.

He had been curious for a while about how far Paimon's studies had progressed.