In Sumeru, pretend to be a scholar!

Goodbye, Faliha.

Wang Yan followed Ian and the other two forward again.

After passing through the commercial street at the city gate, you arrive at the square above the Tianbi Pond Wharf.

The square was bustling with people, including scholars, tour groups seeking patronage, and many tourists dressed as people from out of town.

Most of them gathered in front of a tavern in one corner of the square.

"That's Lambad Tavern, the best tavern in Sumeru. I highly recommend you try their Lambad fish rolls, they're delicious," Ian told Wang Yan.

Wang Yan nodded slightly, her eyes filled with curiosity.

In the game, he came here quite often when he was progressing through the story.

Seeing this tavern in reality now, and the crowd queuing outside, Wang Yan couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

However, he still asked curiously, "Does this place offer accommodation?"

"I don't think so," Ian shook his head.

Perry spoke up, "I know a female student from Liyue who works part-time here. The tavern provides her with a loft room, but as for whether they offer accommodation... I don't think so."

Hawke, standing nearby, shook his head: "The tavern doesn't provide accommodation. If you're looking for a place to stay... well, for a night or two, you can squeeze into my place. But if you want to stay longer, it's best to rent a house from the instructor in the accommodation area."

"The accommodation area?" Wang Yan asked curiously.

Hawke nodded: "Yes, it's at the end of Baoshang Street. Many visiting scholars live there."

Wang Yan nodded slightly: "I understand, thank you."

"Haha, you're welcome."

The three of them talked as they walked along the winding road, passing the Adventurers' Guild and walking a distance before finally stopping in front of a huge shop.

"This is the Menakali Shop, the most famous jeweler in Sumeru City," Ian said, pointing to the shop. "Would you like us to accompany you inside?"

Wang Yan quickly shook his head: "No need, no need, thank you, I can go in by myself."

"Okay, then we'll head back to the Order Academy to report on our project. By the way, this is our accommodation. If you have any accommodation problems, you can come and find us." Ian took out a small notebook from his bag, wrote down three addresses, tore them off, and handed it to Wang Yan.

Wang Yan was somewhat touched and wanted to refuse, but after considering her own situation, she still reached out and accepted it, saying, "Thank you."

"Ha, we're all friends." Ian and the other two smiled, then waved and left.

Wang Yan watched them walk away before turning and heading towards the Menakali shop.

Inside the shop.

"Halva, if you like her, I can give you a discount," the middle-aged man said to a young girl with a hint of helplessness.

The female scholar named Halva blushed slightly, but still shook her head: "Mr. Khalid, I'm just admiring, admiring, I'm just an intern tax officer, I can't afford the jewelry here."

Even if the shop owner were willing to lower the price, she still couldn't afford it.

"Then take a look." Khalid shook his head, turned his gaze to Wang Yan who had entered, and said, "Welcome to my humble shop, sir. Are you here to buy jewelry? Our shop possesses the finest jewelry in all of Sumeru..."

Wang Yan walked to the counter, interrupting the introduction, and took out the letter given to him by Tinari: "Hello, Mr. Khalid, Tinari introduced me here."

As he spoke, he handed the envelope to the other party.

Khalid frowned slightly, but still took the envelope, opened it, took out the letter, and looked down to read it.

Wang Yan did not disturb them and waited quietly.

A short while later, Khalid looked up and glanced at Wang Yan: "Tinari said you're an expert in ancient scripts?"

Wang Yan nodded: "Yes, I specialize in ancient scripts in Liyue, and I came to the Order of the Arts for further study in this area."

Khalid nodded slightly: "For Tina's sake, I can introduce you to a suitable job, but you'll have to pass a test first."

"Of course, if I'm not suitable, you don't need to force yourself," Wang Yan said confidently.

Khalid nodded slightly at these words.

He was worried that Wang Yan didn't have any real skills, but since he was introduced by Tina, it would be difficult to make arrangements for him.

Now that he has said that if it is not suitable, there is no need to force it, Khalid has a better understanding of the situation.

They must have real skills, otherwise they wouldn't have said that.

"Ferrets, go and get the bamboo baskets from the first shelf of the right-hand warehouse container," Khalid shouted to one side of the shop.

Wang Yan looked over and saw a little boy fiddling with something. Hearing Khalid's voice, he immediately stood up and said, "Yes, Father."

Then he ran straight to the store's warehouse.

Khalid laughed and said, "My son, he has a great talent for collecting and connoisseurship."

Wang Yan smiled and nodded: "In Liyue, having successors is a very happy thing."

That makes me happy.

Many successful people have seen their businesses fail because they have no successors.

Having a successor is a wonderful blessing, and Khalid's gaze towards Wang Yan held a newfound warmth.

As they were talking, the little boy came out carrying a small basket: "Father, I've brought the things."

He handed the items to his father, then remained inside, observing Wang Yan with some curiosity.

Wang Yan nodded at him in a friendly manner.

Khalid placed the small basket on the counter, first examining its contents before turning to Wang Yan: "There are eight items here, all bearing ancient script, from different regions. If you can decipher even half of them, you'll pass."

In reality, paleography experts would need to be able to decipher at least six out of eight items before Khalid would hire them long-term.

But since Wang Yan was introduced by Tina Li and has a pleasant way of speaking, that's to be expected.

The scholars in the Order of the Church are very cultured, but when it comes to their speech and conduct... the more knowledgeable they are, the more... strange they become.

"Do you need me to prepare some paper and pen for you?" Khalid noticed that Wang Yan had not brought any paper or pen.

Wang Yan shook his head, turning his gaze away from the artifacts in the small basket: "No need, they're not very difficult characters. However, it would be best if you could give me a pair of clean gloves."

Khalid's eyes lit up: "You also know about antiques?"

"I've had some contact with it in Liyue, but I don't really understand it," Wang Yan said.

He had only watched antique appraisal programs. Although not every antique requires gloves, wearing gloves is better than not wearing them.

He's interpreting texts, not actually looking at antiques, so there's no need for him to use his fingertips to feel the texture of antiques.

Khalid nodded slightly: "He's already better than many young intellectuals."

Many of the intellectual scholars who work part-time at his shop analyzing texts don't understand antiques at all, and some even use ink to make rubbings of the text on antiques without his permission.

Khalid took a pair of gloves from under the counter and handed them to Wang Yan: "No need to rush, I can translate it before I close the door."

He lowered some of the standards.