In Sumeru, pretend to be a scholar!

The ranger's camp was very simple, just a small hut made of grass and wood, with an extinguished fire outside and a stew pot hanging above it. The grass around it had been cleared away, making it stand out somewhat.

After returning to camp.

The two forest rangers also breathed a sigh of relief, appearing much more relaxed.

"Brother Wang Yan, please sit down and rest for a while. We'll prepare dinner."

Amir politely brought Wang Yan a wooden stool, then called to Iraz, "Iraz, start a fire, I'll go get the ingredients."

"Okay, go ahead and get busy." Iraz replied, walked towards the extinguished fire, and then began rummaging through his pouch.

Half a minute later, Iraz's expression turned somewhat unpleasant.

Wang Yan noticed something was wrong and asked with concern, "What's wrong, Iraz?"

Iraz shook his head: "It's nothing, I just can't find the flint, so I'll have to extinguish the fire by hand."

Although somewhat annoyed, Iraz didn't have too many negative emotions.

After all, as a forest ranger, starting a fire by hand is an essential skill, it's just a bit tiring.

Upon hearing this, Wang Yan quickly replied, "It's alright, I have tools for starting a fire here."

He pulled a fire starter from his pocket: "Get me some dry grass to start a fire."

Iraz glanced curiously at the object in Wang Yan's hand; it was completely different from any flint he had ever seen, but he didn't ask any questions, simply nodding and saying, "Okay."

He walked to one side of the thatched hut, took out some dry grass, and handed it to Wang Yan.

Wang Yan took it, placed it on the extinguished fire, struck it with a kerosene lighter, and the flames ignited, setting the dry grass ablaze.

Iraz's eyes lit up slightly as he gathered firewood, asking curiously, "What's this called? It seems even better than the elemental flint from the Adventurers' Guild."

"This is called a kerosene flint. It uses a flammable oil and a special flint to start a fire. When the flint is rubbed together, sparks are produced, which then ignite the kerosene..."

Wang Yan wasn't stingy either; he took out a kerosene flint and explained it to Iraz.

The two chatted and started a fire, which kept them from getting bored.

Before long, Amir returned, carrying a strange wild boar on his back.

"Haha, I was originally planning to make some berry stew with smoked meat, but after walking a few steps, I found a mushroom pig. Haha, Brother Wang Yan, you're in for a treat."

Iraz smiled and said, "Fungi pigs like to hide in dark places and are rarely seen. Moreover, their meat is delicious, and ferocious beasts such as mandarin tigers love it. Even we don't get to eat it often."

"Haha, I'm really looking forward to it then." Wang Yan put away his fire starter and chimed in.

"Just wait and you'll get your delicious meal," Amir said with a smile, then carried the mushroom pig aside to prepare it.

Wang Yan saw that the mushroom pig had actually been processed; its internal organs and everything else were gone.

It's likely that Amir processed it immediately after the hunt before bringing it back.

In fact, this is also a habit of rangers. If they bring the whole game back to the camp to process it, the smell of blood may attract wild animals, not to mention monsters.

After a simple division, Amir threw some pieces of meat into the stew pot and added some spices that Wang Yan didn't recognize.

He covered the stew pot, then used the chopped branches to skewer large pieces of meat, which he then placed near the fire to roast.

Before long, a strange fragrance spread.

Wang Yan's mouth watered, but he was also a little worried: "Won't the fragrance attract monsters?"

"Haha, don't worry. Wild beasts and monsters in the rainforest are easily attracted by the smell of blood. They may not like the smell of cooked meat. Hilichurls are the ones who like it the most, but there aren't many Hilichurls here in Daocheng Forest."

Amir said with a smile.

This is all based on the experience of forest rangers.

"Hmm, it tastes about right. Come on, let's eat!" Amir shouted.

Iraz went to the small hut next to him and took out three wooden bowls, but there were no chopsticks, so he used a spoon.

First, a spoonful of hot soup was poured from the stew pot, then a large skewer of meat was pulled off and handed to Wang Yan: "Come on, eat, try our cooking."

Wang Yan took it, and without any hesitation, blew on it twice before eagerly biting off a piece of roasted meat.

The aroma of oils and the flavor of mushrooms blend together wonderfully, and a refreshing sensation spreads from the tip of the tongue to the top of the head.

"Mmm...delicious!" Wang Yan praised in a muffled voice before even swallowing.

"Hahaha, then eat more, it's a whole mushroom pig!" Amir and Iraz laughed happily.

It's something to be proud of when your hometown food is praised.

Wang Yan didn't flatter him; the mushroom-pig was indeed delicious, and even simple grilling was an absolute delight.

"If I gave this ingredient to Xiangling, I wonder what a delicious meal she would have," Wang Yan thought with a hint of anticipation.

He didn't have any grand dreams when he came into this world. He just wanted to live a peaceful, wealthy, and auspicious life.

It would be even better if I could sample the cooking skills of all the top chefs in Teyvat and then marry Jonawa.

As Wang Yan was lost in thought, he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine and shrank his neck. "Forget it," he thought, "I'd better not marry Ronawa. She's a bit scary."

Putting aside other matters, Wang Yan focused all her energy on preparing mushroom and pork.

After a fierce battle, the three of them ate and drank their fill, then lay sprawled by the campfire, lost in thought.

I feel dizzy from serving food.

It's simply because you ate too much. Your body mobilizes all its functions to digest the food, which makes your brain sluggish.

After a while of silence, Amir and Iraz got up and began to tidy up the place.

Leftovers, bones, and other debris all need to be cleared out of the camp.

Wang Yan wasn't idle either; he stepped in to help.

With their combined efforts, the three of them quickly finished cleaning up and added some firewood to the campfire.

"Although there are three of us tonight, Brother Wang Yan is new here and definitely can't keep watch. So, I'll keep watch for the first half of the night, and you, Iraz, will keep watch for the second half."

Amir said.

Iraz nodded in agreement.

Wang Yan did not refute this; keeping watch at night was still very important, and there was no need to be stubborn.

With their tasks divided well, Amir and Wang Yan went into their little nest. Amir's breathing quickly calmed down, but Wang Yan just couldn't fall asleep.

Today was quite an eventful day. Although there was no life-or-death crisis, it made it difficult for him to calm down, and he could only keep turning over in his sleep.

"Can't sleep?" Amir suddenly asked from beside him.

Wang Yan was startled, then said apologetically, "Did I disturb you?"

"Foresters are used to being light sleepers." As he spoke, Amir fumbled around for a bit, then tossed a book to Wang Yan. "If you can't sleep, read a book. This is the best way to fall asleep."

Wang Yan: ...

Is it really appropriate to say this in the land of Sumeru?

Although he wanted to complain, Wang Yan held back, picked up the book Amir had given him, and then…

The book was written in a language he was familiar with.

Wang Yan then remembered that Teyvat actually has its own writing system, and the text that players see is a translation for their convenience.

In reality, the true texts, besides Teyvat, include a variety of ancient languages, local dialects, hieroglyphs, and the like.

but…

Although he didn't recognize the words in the book, Wang Yan discovered that he could understand their meaning.

"This ability! Is it language proficiency?"

Wang Yan was shocked. Before he fell into a coma and transmigrated, he had been discussing with someone online about a spell in D&D that was very powerful in the lore but had little status in the game: [Language Proficiency].

"No, that's not right, I didn't cast any spells!"

"Could it be... that I'm destined to have the ability to understand languages?"

Wang Yan was suddenly overjoyed.

If that's the case, then there's hope for him to join the Order of the Fathers.

Among the six major schools of the Chancellery, the school of Gnomon studies linguistics and samaya. If one is certain of being fluent in languages, then... at least pretending to be a scholar of language and writing is not a problem.

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Note: The "Language Proficiency" spell is a low-level, highly practical divination spell. Its main function is to allow the caster to understand all spoken languages ​​and written texts for a period of time.