Genshin Impact: Teyvat Travel Guide

There are far fewer young adults and children in Aru Village than there are old people and children.

Young people always prefer to be in better places.

Because of the poor resources and harsh climate of the desert, there is always a lack of opportunities for satisfied young people to live a life with no end in sight.

Exiles, many old people and children, a few young adults, mercenaries, businessmen, adventurers, and scholars who occasionally stop here to rest.

——This is the composition of all the people in the village.

There seems to be nothing worth stopping here.

El stood under the Seven Heavens God Statue in the village and watched the slowly flying grass elemental crystal butterflies for a while, and suddenly thought of the unlimited time task given to her by the Little Lucky Grass King.

【Improve the desert environment. 】

This subject is really too big.

If it is subdivided, the environment can be subdivided, and the degree, method, and specific measures of improvement can be subdivided.

Rather than a project, this is more like a "project" that is beyond the reach of ordinary people.

She still had no clue.

The pages used for recording were piling up more and more, but among the many flashes of brilliant ideas and the long and precise data, she still could not find the real intention behind the subject.

If you solve that problem, you can return to Sumeru City, but... can this problem really be solved?

As the former chief of the Shengron sect, a genius researcher who was proficient in far more than just the knowledge of the Shengron sect, fell into a rare bout of self-doubt at this moment.

But soon, a voice quickly interrupted her thoughts.

"El, so you are here."

Turning around, the village guard Candace's expression was not very good, even a little sad. She said a heavy thing: "Old Sonny passed away."

El was stunned on the spot.

"What did you say?"

Candice lowered her eyes: "Before old Sonny passed away, he suddenly came to me and said he had something to give you."

The lonely old man's ability to think is fading. He always looks stupid, and his waking hours are getting shorter and shorter.

El knew that every time she went to help him see the growth of Sumeru roses, she discovered that what he did most often was to hold the pot of withering Sumeru roses and sit under the slanting sunlight in the desert. Looking in a certain direction.

Candice took El to her residence and handed the things that old Sonny gave her to the researcher next to her.

El took it and saw that it was Xumi Rose that old Sunny cherished so much and always held in his arms.

She suddenly froze.

Candace sighed.

The village guard recalled the scene when he met old Sonny. At that time, old Sonny's expression was not as dull as usual, his legs and feet seemed to be more agile, and his eyes were clear and bright. He was rarely walking in Aru Village holding Xumi Rose. On the road.

When she saw him, Candice thought his physical condition had improved a little, until the other person handed her the Sumeru Rose in his hand.

Candice was stunned and suddenly realized something.

Old Sonny said: [Il hasn’t come back yet... I’ll ask you to hand over this pot of flowers. 】

Somehow, he seemed to have some foreshadowing of his situation. The old man stretched out his hand tremblingly, caressing the purple flowers that had grown better after being cared for by El, with a look of attachment, as if he was trapped in some kind of memory.

After a long time, old Sonny waved his hand, turned and left.

Candace held the flowers and stood in the light of the setting sun, watching old Sonny step into the dusk.

Life is strong but fragile. Growing up in a harsh desert environment, time has taken away too much - first appearance, then health, and finally...

It is life itself.

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"El..." Candace relayed, "Old Sonny said that you can take care of this pot of flowers. He believes that if it were you, he would be able to do it."

[I have heard that Il is the most powerful researcher of the Jiaoling Yuan Sheng Lun sect, so I can rest assured if I leave this potted flower to her. 】

That's it.

Il did not expect that he would get this pot of Sumeru roses that were so prized by the other party.

She just wanted to complete the project of Little Lucky Grass King. When she was helpless about the project, she happened to see such a strange old man, holding a pot of rainforest plants that did not grow well, sitting calmly in the sun.

She just wanted to choose some relatively simple research to relax herself first, but she didn't expect that old Sunny would put so much trust in herself.

So trusting that... after he passed away, he even entrusted me with a pot of his most cherished flowers.

Why does old Sonny like Sumeru Rose?

El never understood.

Why do people have to force something impossible? Just like the desert people thousands of years ago wanted the gaze of gods, just like old Sunny now wants Xumi roses to grow in the desert that are adapted to the rainforest environment.

but……

The current grass god has indeed paid attention to the desert, and this pot of Sumeru rose...

Il will make it bloom more delicately than the Xumi rose in the rainforest.

She wanted it to withstand the wind, sand, scorching sun, and dryness, and float in the wind like a free soul on the desert land.

She held the flower in her arms, and the picture in front of her eyes gradually turned into a block of color blurred by water. Something warm flowed out of her eyes, and finally along her chin, it dripped drop by drop into the flower in her arms, making it wet. Flowers, leaves and soil.

In fact, old Sonny didn't have much interaction with her. They didn't meet many times, and their occasional exchanges were often interrupted due to the old man's poor hearing... But for some reason, El looked at the pot of flowers and saw Looking at the flower branches that were better but still lackluster, looking at the small purple patches, the image of old Sonny holding the flowerpot suddenly appeared in his mind, sitting in front of the door in the sunlight and looking quietly into the distance. .

The proud researcher lady still couldn't hold it back. She was used to seeing life, old age, illness and death, and she was shedding tears that she didn't know where they came from for a person she didn't know very well.

[X month 23rd, the weather is sunny

Old Sonny passed away and left me his Rose Sumeru.

This kind of thing that requires meticulous care is very time-consuming, especially in an environment like the desert. The reason why I don't like growing plants is because it requires a lot of attention and will delay research.

But I agreed.

I don’t know why I subconsciously want to take over the pot of flowers. I have ten million reasons to deal with him - I can entrust a traveler to pick a fresh bouquet of flowers in the rainforest to trick him, or I can just ignore it and put the flowers in the rainforest. In the corner, let it wither slowly in the harsh environment of the desert...

This is who I should be.

However, it seems that it doesn’t matter if you study it.

If this is old Sonny's wish... no, I just don't want to give up on this moderately interesting subject. 】

After a long time, El looked at the pot of Xumi roses that had been placed next to the window sill, and finally added a paragraph to these daily records.

[Well, I also want to see what’s so special about this Sumeru rose.

Old Sonny couldn't remember things clearly, and he was still so nervous about the potted flower. Maybe it was because the flower itself had some merit, because of its special species? 】

After a moment, she recalled her research process.

As the leader of the Biosect, Il studied many creatures before joining the god-making project. Rose Sumeru was a plant she had studied a long time ago out of curiosity. She had destroyed at least a thousand Rose Sumeru. No one knew better than her how common Old Sonny's Rose Sumeru was.

She crossed out the previous words and continued writing:

[No, it’s not because flower seeds are special. Maybe it's because there is some special memory in that pot of flowers. 】