The Infinite Journey of a Certain Flame

The guest rooms are still neat and tidy, yet they also exude a sense of leisure and tranquility.

Based on the information Ying revealed when she got angry last time, this is the room Gan Yu occasionally visits.

It was quite in line with her style of doing things; she was poised and meticulous. The paintings and calligraphy displayed in the room depicted all sorts of scenes, some of which even hinted at an unusual style.

In comparison, the layout on the table is rather... hmm?

Kiana thought the table in this room would be empty like last time, but she found a unique dish on the table.

Knowing everything about this world, she quickly recognized it as Gan Yu's signature dish, "Peace and Prosperity."

The image of the qilin resting among the flowers is so beautiful that it can calm the mind just by looking at it.

Kiana leaned closer and took a sniff; the delicate yet refreshing floral fragrance filled her nostrils, instantly whetting her appetite.

"Mmm! Delicious... Wait, what's wrong with me?"

I don't know if it's because I was hungry again after eating, or if this dish is just irresistible.

When Kiana came to her senses, she realized that she had licked the plate clean... The faint floral fragrance still lingered in her mouth, but Kiana felt a little regretful that she hadn't been able to see the Qilin image on the plate of the prosperous and peaceful world.

However, since it's a dish, as long as it's eaten and not wasted, that's considered a complete success. As for the full version... I'll just ask Gan Yu to make it again when I see her sometime.

"Speaking of this dish, how long has it been sitting? Yet it doesn't seem to have spoiled at all. Is it because it's been imbued with magical power? Really... wait, there's a note under the plate?"

After savoring Gan Yu's cooking, Kiana suddenly noticed a note under the plate. Surprised, she picked it up and read it.

"Ugh... what kind of scribbling is this? It doesn't look like Gan Yu's handwriting, does it?"

Just as Kiana was wondering why the words on this note were so different from what she expected, the system notification suddenly sounded.

[Ding! Host's intention to decipher Liyue's ancient script has been detected. The system can assist in translation by spending 50 Herrscher Points. Continue?]

"Liyue Ancient Script? So that's Liyue Ancient Language? This... is at least several hundred years old, it's not surprising that she can write it."

She was, after all, one of the immortals who once fought alongside Zhongli to conquer the world. Even the current Seven Stars have to consider their seniority when calling her Great-Grandma.

It's not surprising that someone like her would leave a message in classical Chinese.

"50 points isn't much. Anyway, it's unlikely I'll learn Liyue's ancient language right now. Let's translate, system."

As Herrscher Points were deducted, the message from that text was suddenly injected into Kiana's mind.

"Hello..."

Kiana thought for a moment and roughly understood that Gan Yu meant to thank her for helping clean the room and fold the blankets.

Although the folding wasn't perfect, she still sincerely expressed her gratitude and included a picture of a dish she had recently made, hoping she would try it.

And I look forward to meeting them someday so I can hear their evaluations in person.

I don't know if it's a problem with the system translation, or if Gan Yu's comment is just that polite.

In short, the tone of her voice conveyed an emotion that made Kiana feel that she wasn't leaving a message for a stranger, but for a potential friend she was genuinely interested in making.

It was somewhat unexpected that they would treat a stranger like me with such courtesy.

"Did I clean the room last time? Did I? Or did she misunderstand? Never mind..."

Kiana held the note, propped her chin up, and thought for a long time, but still couldn't remember when she had last folded the blankets.

If you can't figure it out, then it's better not to think about it.

"I'll leave her a message to clarify things, but... the problem is, will she even be able to read what I write?"

Leaving aside the issue of handwriting, just considering the different historical contexts, it seems like talking to a brick wall.

It seems we'll have to use the Liyue Ancient Language...

"The problem is, I don't know how... in this situation?"

[Ding! The system has detected the host's intention to use the Liyue Ancient Script for writing. 50 Herrscher Points will be spent to provide guidance. Continue?]

"50 again? Does your system even have bundled sales?!"

Even though I'm annoyed, I still have to leave a comment.

With this in mind, Kiana slowly summoned the shop to exchange for paper and pen, spending a total of 5 Herrscher Points.

After leaving a message, she felt tired and went back to bed to rest.

The next morning, Kiana got up as promised and woke up Ying. Then the two of them pulled Paimon, who was fast asleep on the dining table, out of bed.

They left Chenge Pot directly and quickly arrived in Daoqi City.

As a result, the group had only been in the city for a short while when they heard a commotion ahead.

"Hand over the Eye of God!"

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The Eye of God? This is an extremely precious item; how could it be handed over so easily?

Everyone looked up and saw several shogunate samurai surrounding a young man on the streets of Inazuma Castle.

Judging from their stance, if they refuse to hand over their weapons, then they'll have to forcibly take them.

"We've stumbled upon a group confiscating the Eye of God! What should we do now? Ying, should we go help them?"

When Paimon asked her a question, Ying did not respond. Instead, she habitually turned her gaze to Kiana, who was standing to the side.

"Hmm... Kiana, what do you think we should do?"

She felt that since she had promised Kamisato to abolish the Eye Hunting Order, she could not ignore the matter of the shogunate confiscating the Eye Hunting Order.

But if I act rashly... I'll be wanted by the whole city.

Ying hesitated, torn between helping and waiting to be killed. Just then, Kiana slowly raised her hand and made a shushing gesture.

"I think it's fine to just look at it."

"Just stand by and watch his Eye of God be taken away? That doesn't sound like something Kiana would say..." Ying said, somewhat puzzled.

Kiana was speechless when she heard her say that.

If she knew that the person was holding a fake Eye of God, would she think that her volunteering was actually silly and cute?

Let's not discourage her enthusiasm.

"Don't worry so much. These shogunate samurai may look fierce, but they are just following orders and will not go too far. If it weren't for the pressure from above, they would actually be quite amiable."

"Really?" Ying asked, somewhat incredulous.

"Of course!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than the warriors who had confiscated the Eye of God suddenly shouted at the top of their lungs.

"Did you hear me! Hand it over now, or I'll chop you up! The General has ordered that the Eye of God must be surrendered!"

"No...no, this is something I worked so hard to get, I can't live without it!"

The samurai weren't about to listen to him; they immediately started shoving and pushing him, yelling, "Enough nonsense! If you don't hand it over, believe me, we'll..."

The way these samurai confiscated the Eye of God was beyond what could be described as amicable.

It feels like if they weren't worried about the holder of the Eye of God resisting, they would have just taken it by force.

This situation is truly unforgettable.

Ying withdrew her gaze and looked at Kiana together with Paimon:

"Kiana... what exactly are you talking about—!"

"Hey! Hey!" The sudden shout brought everyone back to their senses, and they looked in the direction from which the sound came.

A girl with bandages wrapped around her body and a knot tied behind her back was waving at them, though she was calling to strangers.

But her face still radiated a warm smile, as if she wasn't calling out to her friends, but rather playing hide-and-seek with them.

"Who is she? She seems to know us. Kiana... Is this your friend?"

Paimon and Ying both looked puzzled and confused by the appearance of the stranger.

They all turned their gaze to Kiana, trying to figure out if this was her friend, but she didn't answer at all.

She simply reached out and pulled Ying along, then winked at Paimon.

This little guy is usually quite clueless, but this time he was unusually clever for some reason, understanding Kiana's intention with just a glance.

"Kiana! Don't hold me back... I can walk by myself..."

"Ahem, I was afraid you'd get lost."

"I'm not a child..." Ying pouted, somewhat unhappy.

"Hehe, Ying."

Paimon, seemingly unafraid of death, leaned in, pinched her rosy cheeks, and teased:

"She blushes so easily, isn't that just like a child? Oh dear!"

Paimon's hand was grabbed and shaken vigorously, but in the end, he was too confused and could only be carried in someone's hand like a doll.

"Huh... is this some kind of doll?"

When Kiana arrived, Yoomiya put his hands on his hips and looked at Paimon with great interest.

Seeing this, Ying woke Paimon, then made him disappear into the air, and then slowly said to the girl in red in front of her:

"She's like emergency food."

"Oh, really? Then who is this...?" Yoomiya looked at Kiana's hand, which she hadn't let go of, and was a little puzzled.

Why are these two girls holding hands and walking for so long?

Could it be that their relationship is so good that they can't bear to be apart for even a moment?

"Um, your friend?"

“My travel companion is the same as the emergency food we just had.” Ying waved her hand, finally getting Kiana to let go of her.

She patted her flushed cheeks and then shook her skirt, finally recovering from her embarrassment.

"Oh, is that so?"

"So, why did you call us here...?"