Knocking a few times, Paimon rubbed her eyes and opened the door.
"Who is it! Not letting people sleep so early in the morning... Eh? Isn't this my Treasure Trove? You weren't killed by Lumine, were you?"
Orion patted Paimon's little head: "Good Paimon, next time if you can't speak properly, don't speak. Besides, I don't have a concept of death."
Paimon even took off her crown and comfortably rubbed her head against Orion's hand: "I was just kidding. So why are you back so early? Aren't you going to activate that Waypoint today?"
"Not going. I brought you back a big one!" Orion said, patting Venti, who was slung over his shoulder, and walked in. Only then did Paimon realize Orion was carrying someone, and quickly flew in after him.
After walking two steps inside, he saw Skirk meditating in the living room.
Skirk also sensed Orion's aura. Because she had been fighting with Orion for the past few days, then meditating, eating when Orion came back, fighting and meditating again after eating, waiting for Orion to bring back food, she subconsciously thought it was already noon.
Opening her eyes, Skirk saw Orion walking in, carrying a small green-clad person.
Skirk stared at Orion expressionlessly, then pondered for a moment before asking: "Is this today's lunch?"
Orion:... Paimon:... Skirk looked at their shocked expressions and still said expressionlessly: "I'm joking."
"...You have a great sense of humor."
"Thank you."
It proved that a cold beauty's joke was truly deadly. Even Orion, a former level 100 Skirk player from his previous life, couldn't tell if she was serious just now.
Because in Orion's impression, Skirk at this time should have been completely closed off and humorless.
But in reality, with Orion, Lumine, and Paimon, the three troublemakers, causing mischief around her every day, the little Skirk sealed deep within Skirk's heart was becoming as hard to suppress as a demon.
Orion walked to the bed, placed Venti on it, and after some thought, took off his shoes. He couldn't really go to bed fully equipped like in the game, could he? He wouldn't take off his clothes for now, he'd probably wake up soon.
Skirk and Paimon also came over. Paimon asked: "So why did you bring back a drunkard? Did he steal your money?"
Orion shook his head: "Not at all. This is actually the Anemo Archon. I brought him back to save my life from Lumine."
Paimon looked at Venti doubtfully, then scornfully wagged her finger: "If this kind of drunkard can be the Anemo Archon, then I can be the supreme ruler of Celestia!"
Orion patted Paimon's small shoulder: "You'd better be joking."
Just then, the hotel door was violently pushed open. Lumine, holding her signature weapon, strode in. Her eyebrows were furrowed, her eyes glowed crimson, and she walked step by step towards Orion.
"Master! Where are you running to? Run! Why aren't you running anymore? Don't you want to run?"
"Holy crap!" Orion suddenly turned around and saw Lumine approaching step by step, bringing a gravity field with her.
In for a penny, in for a pound! Orion turned around—and transformed into a little boy.
The next instant, just one instant, Lumine had already pounced on Orion on the bed!
"Hehehe, little Master! I've been looking for you so hard!"
By the bed, Skirk watched this scene in disbelief.
She hadn't even seen it clearly just now.
Just then, Venti, who was lying nearby, slowly opened his eyes: "Hmm~ Eh? How do I seem to be sleeping in a bed?"
He lifted his eyelids, and the first thing he saw was a big blonde vigorously rubbing her face against a little boy who looked utterly resigned to his fate.
Venti closed his eyes again.
Turns out he wasn't fully awake yet.
Ten minutes later, Skirk helped Orion make another Ice Mask, and the situation finally calmed down.
Meanwhile, Lumine was observing the sleeping Venti with Paimon.
"Is this guy really the Anemo Archon? You're not lying to me, are you?" Lumine asked, pressing two fingers to her chin.
"I don't think so either, but Orion insists he is. I think Orion is so strong, he shouldn't lie to us, right?" Paimon said.
Lumine, unlike Skirk, didn't know about Orion's Clairvoyance. She pouted: "Don't forget, we're both Descenders, both aliens! We haven't seen any local gods of Teyvat."
Paimon suddenly understood: "Oh yeah! I forgot, among our group, I think I'm the only local of Teyvat. Seriously, you scared me! Do I understand Teyvat, or does he understand Teyvat?"
"This person is indeed the Anemo Archon." Just then, Skirk, who was beside them, suddenly spoke: "I sense the aura of the Third Descender's remains. This person must be the Anemo Archon."
Paimon's expression froze, gradually turning awkward.
Orion chuckled and nudged Paimon: "Do you understand Teyvat, or do I understand Teyvat?"
"Oh, you understand, you understand, alright! You're so annoying!"
Paimon flew behind Lumine to hide. The little guy, so small, even learned to be embarrassed.
But Lumine didn't care about being embarrassed; she cared about something else.
"The Third Descender's remains?"
Lumine's astonishing wisdom had begun brainstorming.
Orion arrived last, he is the Fifth Descender.
She arrived earlier than Orion, she is the Fourth Descender.
Her brother woke up even earlier than her, so... her expression management gradually failed, tears welled up in her eyes and streamed down. Lumine suddenly collapsed on the bed and wailed: "Brother!!! We, we clearly said we'd travel together forever, clearly said we'd find a new home together, clearly said we'd go see the sea of flowers at the end!!!"
Lumine cried profusely, tears pouring down like heavy rain. A little snot, mixed with a flood of tears, all smeared onto Venti's clothes.
Seeing the bad turn, Orion quickly pounced and pulled Lumine up: "You're crying too early, Lumine! Not yet, not yet at that step!"
"Don't stop me! I want to find my brother's remains, I want to see him one last time!"
"I mean you're crying for the wrong reason! Your brother isn't a Descender! He's still alive!"
"Bro... huh?" Lumine's eyes were red, she sniffled, pouted, and looked at Orion aggrievedly: "R-really?"
"Really, really!"
"You, *sniff*, don't you dare lie to me, *sniff*, I'm telling you, if you lie to me, I'll get really angry, *sniff*!"
"First, I am your Master, I will not lie to you."
...Stormterrors Lair, a handsome blonde young man looked at the ruins of Old Mondstadt City, surrounded by fierce winds in the distance. For some reason, a chill suddenly ran down his spine.
He turned his head with a solemn expression, feeling somewhat perplexed.
Why do I feel like someone is cursing me?
"Your Highness, is there something wrong with what we are doing?" An Abyss Cryo Mage floated over, respectfully asking for forgiveness.
Aether, however, shook his head: "No matter, it's probably something the Anemo Archon did that caused Stormterror to be so agitated. It's not your fault.
However, for our plan, we need to administer another strong dose.
Bring more corruption and poison to this uncrowned Dragon."
A butterfly flapped its wings, bringing another storm to Mondstadt.
And this storm not only disrupted the original plot, causing Dvalin and the Anemo Archon to harbor resentment, but now it also made the Abyss Order increase the input of Abyssal Power for Stormterror Dvalin, in addition to the poisoned blood of Durin he had already drunk.
And the instigator of that storm had just managed to appease Lumine... In the hotel, Venti woke up from another wonderful sleep. He stretched and sat up, feeling incredibly surprised.
He should have collapsed in the grass, but he woke up in a large bed! Isn't that unbelievable?
He slept very well, without even a hangover.
"Who is so kind? I really have to thank him!" Venti said, throwing off the covers, and saw that he had changed into a set of pajamas.
Venti:???
"Oh? You're awake?"
Just then, a pleasant male voice came over. Venti stiffly turned his head and saw a light-haired elf man smiling at him.
Orion saw that Venti seemed very concerned about having his clothes changed, and he also felt a bit guilty. After all, it was because he didn't want to help the drunk Venti change clothes that Lumine's snot and tears got all over Venti's clothes when she cried later.
So he had to explain: "Ah, I changed your clothes for you because just now... a lot of sticky stuff got on them, so I took them to be washed."
Venti looked at the man's tall stature, then at his new pajamas. Even with a thousand years of wisdom, his heart felt a little sour. He wrapped himself tightly in the blanket; at this moment, the Anemo Archon's eyes were filled with grievance and disbelief.
"How come the public morals of Mondstadt have deteriorated so much this time when I woke up!!!"
Orion:???
What are you talking about?