In Sumeru, pretend to be a scholar!

Chapter 103 Should we go back to Liyue?

Whether or not to go back to Liyue for the Lantern Festival is a good question.

First of all, although Wang Yan claims to be a Liyue native, he does not actually have Liyue residency and is completely unregistered.

In terms of status, it's better to stay in Sumeru.

However, he did have a formal student status in Xumi.

However, going back doesn't seem to be without its advantages.

After a brief recollection, the memory surfaced clearly in Wang Yan's mind.

Following the Nordkalai Moon Goddess incident, the Lantern Festival in Liyue should feature the storyline of the White Horse Hermit Zibai.

Of course, Wang Yan didn't have much of an idea about interfering in Zi Bai's storyline. To be honest, it was indeed impressive that Zi Bai withstood a Heavenly Nail, but Wang Yan didn't think he could save him like the Traveler.

Rather than intervening prematurely, it's better to let things develop naturally.

What Wang Yan was interested in was Zi Bai's identity.

As is well known, Zi Bai has many identities. The White Horse Immortal is only one of them. She was also the god of the land and grain of the ancient Langgan Kingdom and served as the messenger of the moon.

What Wang Yan was interested in was her original identity, which was that of an "angel".

He had recently received an angelic blessing from the Goddess of Flowers, so asking another angel would be a good way to figure out what this thing was all about.

There aren't many angels still active in Teyvat at the moment.

Nabu Marikata, the Flower Goddess, has fallen, and Sybil, the Golden Bee, has also perished.

Aside from those beings that have degenerated into celestial spirits, Wang Yan only knows of two angels: Nico from the Witch Society and Zi Bai.

Compared to the elusive Witch N, the White Horse Hermit, who will likely live in Liyue Harbor after the storyline, is naturally the best target.

Wang Yan remembered that after the Lantern Festival, Zi Bai would gradually integrate into life in Liyue. Sometimes he would guide others in planting vegetables, and he also liked to guide others in mathematics. He would also help the school teach students and make some corrections to the history books of Lang Kingdom.

Judging from this part of her memory, Zi Bai, after returning to normal, at least has some intention of becoming a teacher. Asking her about the "angels" might yield some answers.

Thinking of this, Wang Yan looked at his two friends beside him: "Going back is probably the right thing to do, but—how to get back is still a problem. Do you have any advice?"

"There are only two routes to Liyue. One is by land, which is the one you took when you came here, through the Wayline Forest," Kavi replied without hesitation. "The other is by water, which is through the Sky Arm Pond dock to Ormus Harbor, and then from Ormus Harbor to Liyue Harbor."

Wang Yan nodded slightly: "Which one is faster?"

“It’s definitely faster by water,” Kavi said. “Although the land route seems shorter, it goes through rainforests, caves, and canyons—none of which are easy to travel.”

"Although the waterway seems to be a longer route, the waterways are well maintained nowadays, and barring extreme weather, it should take about ten days to get there."

"Especially the ships in Liyue. They all look like wooden ships, but they are all incredibly fast and have great firepower. Last time I even saw a merchant ship take down a giant sea monster with a single shot."

Kavi's last sentence carried a hint of emotion.

However, Wang Yan could understand.

In fact, regarding the ships of Liyue, taking the Southern Cross of Beidou as an example, if you look closely, you can find that the Dark Star, apart from its appearance as a wooden ship, is not wooden at all.

Who would dare to shoot at the demon from their wooden boat?

Even if the Death Star were to take flight one day, Wang Yan would still consider it normal.

There is another reason, which is that Liyue merchant ships can travel through the seven countries. If it is really just an ordinary wooden ship, then why can it travel through the seven countries?

As we all know, the premise of free trade is opening up, and how to open up is self-evident.

"The ships in Liyue—" Wang Yan nodded slightly. "I'll go back to Baoshang Street and ask if there are any ships going that way that I can hitch a ride on.

"They should have some. If all else fails, ask Dolly; she often ships goods to Liyue," Kavi said.

Wang Yan nodded: "Okay, I've got it. But for now, let's drink first."

As the three were talking, Erfan had already brought out the food and drinks.

Although they were supposed to be drinking, Wang Yan and Elhesen only had a couple of drinks. The main drinker was Kavi. I don't know if all the students in the Civil Engineering Sect are like that, but this guy can really drink a lot.

While eating, they chatted about all sorts of gossip, and the meal lasted for a full two hours until Kavi suddenly slammed his head on the table.

Wang Yan and Elhesen exchanged a glance, both seeing the amusement in each other's eyes.

"I'll pay the bill, you help him up."

As Wang Yan spoke, he paid the bill, and then he and Elhesen each grabbed one of Kavi's arms and dragged him out of the tavern.

Along the way, no one was surprised to see two tall and handsome scholars dragging a drunken scholar along.

Perhaps—scholars getting drunk is already a common occurrence for the people of Sumeru City.

There are always some scholars who drown their sorrows in alcohol because of research failures, plagiarism checks on their theses, or even delayed graduation.

After helping Elhesen toss the sleeping Kavi, who was sound asleep like a baby, onto his bed, Wang Yan said goodbye and left their house, turning to walk towards his own cabin.

Before going to the desert, Wang Yan went to the Instruction Academy to pay the rent for December and January, so there was no note on the door and the area in front of the door was cleaned very well, so it didn't look like anyone lived there.

Wang Yan took out his key, unlocked the door, and pushed it open. A stuffy, stale air rushed towards him.

He didn't retreat, but simply raised his hand and drew a wind element rune: "(Angelic language) Wind."

Suddenly, a gentle breeze arose from nowhere, swirling along the ground and slowly passing through the houses, carrying away the accumulated stuffiness and brushing away the faint smell of dust in the air.

The room was still furnished as it was before I left, with stacks of books piled on the desk and notes scattered around, only all surfaces were covered with a thin layer of dust.

Wang Yan glanced around, then reached out again, his index finger tracing three profound and simple runes as it passed.

[Flow], [Gathering], and [Circulation].

Wang Yan used these three runes in combination with Abyss Language to achieve the effect of cleaning up the area.

Now, he naturally no longer needs to use the Abyss Language, a language fraught with danger.

"(Angelic words) Gathering winds, heed my call."

As soon as he finished speaking, the three wind runes trembled slightly and then merged into the surrounding air.

The next moment, the air in the room came alive.

The wind, like countless invisible and skillful hands, brushed against the bookshelves, tabletops, chair backs, and floors, gently lifting up all the accumulated dust and tiny debris.

Then they converged into several visible light gray "streams," meandering through the air before finally flowing together towards the empty trash can in the corner.

Like rivers flowing into the sea, all the dust was carefully placed into the bucket, without a single speck drifting away or being missed.

"That's great."

Wang Yan didn't know whether he was praising himself or praising the power.

He closed the door behind him, shutting out the afternoon hustle and bustle of Sumeru City, put down his luggage, and took out all the spoils from this desert trip.

Actually, there wasn't much. The most valuable thing was his pile of manuscripts, which were first-hand information from the Temple of the Flower Goddess. Next was the material for the Sacred Scorpion, and finally, some desert specialties given by the people of Aru Village.

After putting everything away, Wang Yan finally felt a bit sleepy; the effects of the alcohol he had just drunk were starting to kick in.

"Take a shower and rest!"

My intermittent obsessive-compulsive disorder about cleanliness is back!

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