Genshin Impact: Teyvat Travel Guide

Hermanubis saw such a person for the first time.

As a priest under the Red Throne, Hermanubis is always respected by others, and the desert people wherever he passes will look at him with either fear or timidity.

Many people even thought it was disrespectful to look at him.

The desert people regard the Red King as the highest god. They are fearful and pious, hoping to seek mercy from the gods.

Show mercy.

He doesn't make any comments, but no one knows better than him that God doesn't care about anyone.

But this is not a question that needs him to answer. He observes the desert people's beliefs, then stops the desert people's foolish behavior, and unswervingly implements the Red King's will. There is nothing else.

...that's how it should be.

The world is not peaceful, and there are many monsters in the desert who are ready to overthrow the rule of the Red King. Those low-level monsters who think they can despise everything with some power are what he must eradicate for the Red King. It is almost unnecessary. It's just roadside gravel that the gods pay attention to.

But something unexpected happened.

After waking up, he looked at the simple bed beneath him and saw the jackal hat on the simple table beside him.

He was accidentally injured while chasing a monster before. The monster actually stole part of the demon god's power. After narrowly defeating him, he fell into a deep sleep, but he was not very worried.

He can heal himself.

The power would protect his master without him realizing it, and he wasn't worried. Just wait until the injury heals and you wake up.

And now, the time is almost up.

Hermanubis raised his eyes and looked at the owner of the tent not far away.

——A mortal with gray hair and golden eyes.

Ordinary people are always unworthy of the attention of strong men in high positions. Hermanubis took the jackal hat beside him and stood up to leave. He thought the other party should have recognized him and had no intention of saying anything more.

As a result, the ordinary citizen suddenly became anxious: "I saved you, you must stay to repay me!"

……save?

There was no way to revive him by ordinary means.

He barely woke up by relying on his own strength to heal himself.

But looking at the traces of bandaging on his body...this mortal has indeed made some efforts.

She seemed to really want him to stay. Although she wasn't skilled in the way she used words to repay a favor, the meaning she kept expressing over and over again was that she had saved him and wanted him to repay her. She even thought he couldn't hear her because he didn't answer, so she spoke half-baked words. The gesture emphasized again.

Hermanubis still said nothing.

He had almost never spoken to the ordinary people in the desert, so at this moment, he didn't know what to say. In the end, he simply stopped talking.

He didn't care about what others thought, but he still wanted to leave. The other party suddenly changed his voice and added hurriedly: "Your injuries are not healed yet, and you need to take medicine every day!"

Mere drugs could not restore his body to health.

The monster carried the power of the devil and injured him. With such power escaping, he was surprised that this ordinary person did not die... Wait.

Yes.

Why didn't she die?

Since she had bandaged herself, the power escaping from her wound must have been exposed, so - why didn't she die?

Another power thief?

Hermanubis's eyes did not change, but he became wary in his heart.

Kill her?

Such an idea almost immediately appeared in his mind, but was quickly rejected by himself.

No, Hermanubis could feel that there was no trace of "power" on her body at all.

If this ordinary mortal really had the ability to steal the demon's power and escape unscathed, then he shouldn't have let her die so hastily.

It should be observed.

—Hermanubis remained.

He was silent and looked at the "medicine" that this desert mortal had researched for him. In the first few days, he was quite serious about it. He mixed it with some plant juices existing in the desert, and then put it on the simple table full of things and tinkered with it for a while. , turned into a tube of "potion" with no residue visible.

He didn't know that this was her perfunctory method, but just wanted to observe, so he simply accepted all of her "potions" as ordered.

No matter what, he won't be poisoned by a mere "potion" anyway.

As long as this person uses even a little bit of high-level power, he will kill her immediately.

But unfortunately, he had been observing for a long time and could not come up with any good results.

The man didn't seem to recognize himself.

Hermanubis couldn't understand what she was always doing on that simple table full of things. He only knew that when doing that, her concentration was always extraordinary.

Then, she took away the power that was still uncontrollably escaping from her body.

"This thing is really magical..." Looking at her hands that were burnt to pieces by the force of the touch, her golden eyes like the desert showed fervent emotions.

She started talking to herself, walking around in place, stopping from time to time to record something.

Hermanubis has never understood ordinary people, but he probably knows——

Maybe this person didn't steal the "power" at all.

She would be burned by her own escaped power, but for some reason, she didn't die.

Not only did he not die, but he also stretched out his hands that were trembling from the burns, regained a small part of his strength, put them on the table, and studied them all.

But occasionally, he could feel that something based on his power was born on that small tabletop.

——Although it quickly expired.

He realized that maybe this person had saved him just for the power that had escaped from him in the first place.

She seemed to think that he was a deaf and slow man who had always been above board in doing these things.

She even began to perfunctory with the "medicine" in her mouth. In the past, she would mix some juice to make a tube of "potion" that did look decent. Now as her research deepened, she no longer even cared about whether the colors were uniform. .

Until one day, Hermanubis watched her reach out and catch a passing golden bug.

Then he crushed the insect into pieces, mixed it with some water and handed it to him.

Hermanubis rarely hesitated.

But the other party urged me a few times, and his impatience was very obvious.

He drank.

It doesn't matter, he won't die.

Il kept Hermanubis on the grounds that "you will die if you don't continue taking medicine" in order to collect part of the energy that escaped from his wounds during contact.

Hermanubis knew that after he stayed with the goal of "in need of treatment", he was just to observe the way El, a "mortal", studied power, judge whether she was transgressing, and decide whether she could survive... or It's death.

That's all.

But what she thought would be revealed within a month was undoubtedly delayed for a long time because of the speed of her research.