Genshin Impact: Teyvat Travel Guide

You thought to yourself that Zendik probably regretted meeting you.

You spent time understanding the level of scientific research in this world, and finally came to the conclusion that Zandik's ingenuity, in your opinion, is a novel and worthy of passing your time. For other major scholars in this world, is unacceptable.

One day when Zandik was doing research with you, you were a little tired and sat on the chair losing interest. Looking at the purple potions floating in the test tube in front of you, you asked on a whim: "Zendik, what are you doing?" What kind of forbidden experiment did he do to get him kicked out of the Academy?"

Zendik turned his eyes, surprise appearing in his scarlet eyes.

Perhaps to him, it is an incredible thing that you would be curious about these things.

The memory of being tortured by you several times came to mind, and the unscrupulous wanted criminal of the Order pondered and asked calmly: "Why is the teacher suddenly interested in this matter?"

--why?

It's out of interest and a whim, there is no "why".

But you looked at the tension and alertness hidden in the red eyes of the disciple. You realized that the fragile human disciple was afraid of your moodiness again. You were in a good mood, so you decided to forgive the disrespect in his eyes.

It's rare for you to condescend and explain to this primitive man: "I'm more curious about what the rules of the Order of this world are."

Zendik sighed.

There was no fear on his face.

But you know that your mental antennae have extraordinary sensitivity, and you found that even his tense back muscles relaxed.

"It may not seem like much to you, teacher... I just killed a few people for my research."

"Your kind?" There is curiosity in your eyes.

"No." Zandik looked arrogant, and the arrogance of a genius actually appeared on his ignorant face. "To me, their group of forward-thinking people are not even worthy of being called my kind."

This sounds arrogant, but you think it makes sense.

"Yes, I think so too." Your eyes looked a little regretful, "If you were born in the sea of ​​stars, even if you were just an ordinary human being whose life dimension could not survive three cosmic eras, I might offer you an olive branch and invite you. You join my private laboratory.”

"Even if I was not born in the sea of ​​stars, teacher can take me away from Teyvat, right?" Zandik's scarlet eyes were thoughtful, and then he immediately put on a flattering smile, "You have something that no one in Teyvat can match. Wisdom, you can come and go here freely, why don’t you take me with you?”

You stared meaningfully at his smooth forehead, as if you were looking at something through that thin layer of skin.

"you sure?"

Zandik was startled by your tone. He realized that you would actually agree to this proposal. He immediately took a step back and said: "No, just kidding... After all, in your eyes, I am just a piece of dead wood. If you join What should you do if your laboratory actually delays the progress of your experiments?"

The next moment, you cut off one of his hands with your suddenly sharpened mental tentacles.

Zendik took two steps back and uncontrollably covered the neatly cut wound. His face suddenly turned pale. He belatedly looked up at you, finally realizing that he had said something you didn't like.

You like careerists.

You believe that scientific exploration is always endless. You like people who imagine the unknown. You like people who readily accept your olive branch and use your resources to successfully achieve outstanding results.

And Zendik, your disciple, your assistant, he clearly has you as his teacher. Although you always say that he is a piece of rotten wood, you have never been stingy about showing him your experiments and research, but this man said ——

【just kidding】.

How could your disciple be such a coward?

"Give you another chance." You looked at him, "Do you want to go to the Star Sea with me?"

His face was twisted and he looked unwilling. Even because of the unbearable pain, he couldn't even maintain the initial fake smile. Zandik stared at you like a vicious snake.

You reminded him impatiently: "Speak, your language system shouldn't be in that missing arm, right?"

He took a few deep breaths and finally forced a trembling smile from his face.

"Of course... I'm willing..." His wound was bleeding heavily, and it couldn't stop dripping. The thick and vital bright red flowed away quickly, and soon soaked his clothes, but when you Under the impatient gaze, Zendik still managed to answer the next words. "Teacher...it's my...honor...to get your invitation..."

The short words of respect were all in disarray. Considering the weak body of primitive humans, you reluctantly sympathized with his pain, and then generously ignored the details that did not satisfy you.

The folding space is opened, and then you waste a tube of recovery potion.

He was panting and sweating, but he still lowered his head gently, carefully cleaned up the blood stains he had shed, and squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth: "...Thank you, teacher, for your generosity."

You suddenly feel that although Zendik is a piece of rotten wood, it is not without its merits.

At least he has some manners.

You were in a good mood and asked one more question: "It's too troublesome to pour the recovery potion for you every time. Next time, do it yourself. Next time I will leave an arm for you so that you can hold it by yourself. Use the medicine to save yourself, lest you really die if you don’t check for a moment.”

Zendik's face turned red and he didn't say a word of thanks.

You think, he was probably too moved.

The emotions of primitive humans are really rich and terrifying.

It's a pity that you are not a researcher affiliated with the Institute of History, otherwise you would happily circle around him twice, then try to dig out his emotional center in the least painful way possible, and then conduct detailed research to explore ancient human emotions. A rich mystery.

With such a regretful sigh, you said these words.

Zendik: "..."

Zandik couldn't hold it back and finally asked: "Teacher, are there... all people like you in your research institute?"

"Science needs to be rigorous, Zandik." You frowned and corrected his mistake, "It should be for a 'race' like me."

"But I can answer you, it's not."

You think about it and feel that there is nothing you can’t say.

"Without exception, the first galaxy is the location of the Interpretation Court. The research institute there is entirely dedicated to serving the Interpretation. The research hotspots are all related to cosmic pollution, the genes and instincts of the Interpretation... The subject is very single, and the researchers Being the closest to the Court of Interpretation, I have hardly been affected by the pollution of the universe, and my brain has long been numbed by the comfortable life."

You sneered, then turned to look at your disciple, "From what I've seen, if you really go to the star sea with all your beard and tail like you are now, maybe it only takes one cosmic century to sit on it. The position of chief researcher of the first galaxy."

With such a comment, Zandik clearly knew that his teacher was not praising him, but was using this comparison to show how much he looked down on the researchers of the First Galaxy.