Slime Condensate is the viscous liquid covering a Slime's body, a basic form shaped from formless elements, and a common raw material in elemental workshops throughout Teyvat.
Slime Secretions, an upgraded version of Condensate, are a Slime's discharge that can harm skin upon direct contact, so it's best to use protection when handling them.
The prices of the two differ greatly, fluctuating based on the quantity an Adventurer obtains.
Ryan's understanding, of course, comes from the combined knowledge gained from games and books in Amber's Family.
He tore off some discarded fabric from the dock, tied it into two bags, and loaded the items inside.
The properties of Slime Condensate and Slime Secretions are pure; no matter if they come from Ice, Water, or Fire Slimes, they are all the same type.
They are neither hot nor cold.
Ryan frowned, looking at the scorched earth.
Teyvat has its own Law; scorched earth will be quickly restored by surging Wind Elemental, and in just a few days, tender sprouts will appear.
What he found strange was that this place was right next to Cider Lake, an area extremely rich in Water element, so why would Fire Slimes appear?
Logically, shouldn't Water Slimes, formed from the abundance of Water element, be the ones to appear?
He stood still, thinking for two minutes.
He recalled a daily quest in the game that he seemed to have completed.
Someone was attacked, and then he would be told that a small island across the lake was covered in strange mist.
After dispelling it with Wind Elemental, that small island, surrounded by the lake on all sides, would also spawn a bunch of Fire Slimes.
According to the Mondstadt geography and climate that Amber taught him last night, Cider Lake is a non-freezing lake with a constant temperature year-round.
So, is there a connection between the Fire Element and the unfrozen lake?
Could there be geothermal heat or magma formed by Fire Element beneath the lake, maintaining the water's temperature?
Unfortunately…
Ryan's incomplete elemental vision could only see water, so he couldn't enter the lake bottom to see if there was any Fire Element.
If he had the chance to explore, he might find some secrets.
In Teyvat, a secret has a fifty percent chance of representing a Treasure Trove.
Returning to the Training Field, there were still ten minutes until the Instructor arrived.
Sparse figures stood on the field, watching the Claymore side with interest.
"No-elle!"
A man wielding a Claymore looked at the clean Training Field on the Sword side, then at his own side, which was only half-cleaned and covered in wood chips.
His brows furrowed, and he shouted loudly.
He looked like a child calling for his mother.
With a crowd of people watching, he couldn't help but soften his tone.
"Noelle, what happened yesterday? Why didn't you clean up?"
"We're about to start training, and these wood chips will affect our performance. Please hurry!"
Noelle stammered, then prepared to bow upon hearing the man's last sentence.
"I'm sorry, I'll clean it up…"
"Wait!" Ryan leaped over the wooden boxes separating the fields in a few steps and stood in front of Noelle.
"I apologize, she was too tired yesterday, so I told her to rest. I was the one who cleaned the Training Field…"
Ryan smiled faintly, his tone suddenly changing.
His eyes seemed to hold Swords, and his words were sharp, not at all like someone apologizing.
"It's just that… I got hungry halfway through, went to eat, and then forgot!"
"You're all grown men now, just handle it yourselves! Anyway, there's still trash today, so just clean it up together again!"
"If wood chips underfoot affect your Favonius Bladework, wouldn't you trip over weeds in the grass when you run out of the city to fight a Hilichurl?"
"A Hilichurl with a torch that falls on flat ground?"
The Claymore trainees around them looked at Ryan. What was this person doing?
The top Sword user, coming over to our side to show off?
He was scolding the man opposite, but also scolding them.
Saying we can't beat Hilichurls, and saying we're worse than Hilichurls?
"Hilichurl with a torch?" The Sword side burst into laughter, all recalling a funny scene.
Yesterday, the Claymore side had called them useless.
Now it seemed that the Claymore users, who would be affected by wood chips, were even more useless than them.
Instantly, the faces of the Claymore trainees flushed red.
Hilichurl with a torch was an insult of the same Rank as a pink-haired rabbit.
Noelle was both worried and wanted to laugh.
Did Ryan completely disregard the Knights of Favonius' etiquette and verbal cultivation?
How could he say such insulting words?
The man gritted his teeth: "Are you provoking me?"
"No! I'm just making a comparison." Ryan shook his head. How was this provocation? This was stating a fact.
"No-elle! We're about to start training, can you help us?"
The man's hand, gripping his Sword, showed bulging veins. He no longer looked at Ryan, but at Noelle, calling out word by word.
I am the eldest son of a Mondstadt Family.
Being humble, learning etiquette, and dealing with you all has almost exhausted my patience.
What's wrong with giving an order to a maid?
Does everyone have to oppose me?
This kind of atmosphere in the Knights of Favonius is even worse than the Fatui.
No wonder Mondstadt is declining more and more, with only freedom, no Rank, no hierarchy, far surpassed by Snezhnaya.
I will change it and restore the glory of the Family.
"No!"
Seeing Noelle hesitate, Ryan directly refused for her.
"Today, she also needs to train! To research Favonius Bladework with me!"
"If you are willing to set up a wooden dummy here, I might reluctantly discuss it with you."
A piercing whistle signaled the Instructor's arrival.
Everyone gathered in the center, lining up for roll call.
The Claymore trainees' faces were grim, temporarily suppressing their anger.
"Very good, very good, outsider, I remember you!"
He remembered that this meddling outsider had once suggested they clean the field themselves.
It had been days, and he still hadn't given up.
Yesterday, the Sword trainees listened to him.
Today, the unusual situation on the Claymore Training Field.
It must be this outsider's daily instigation of Noelle.
Otherwise, why would such a good and obedient person, a tool more capable than the Family's head maid, be unwilling to clean?
"Many people remember me!" Ryan grabbed Noelle's hand. "Let's go! This morning, I encountered something that I need to report to the Instructor."
"And while we're at it, have him assign you to our Training Field! Anyway, you already know Favonius Bladework, so learning here or not doesn't matter; what's important is sparring."
Noelle lowered her head.
Ryan's words didn't sink in at all.
Her mind was a mess.
Is it really okay like this?
"Pah!" The man watched Ryan leave, striking the ground heavily with his Claymore.
Damn outsider! He's gotten too arrogant just because Acting Grand Master Jean praised him a few times.
He wants to ride over all of us.
The Knights of Favonius' maid being pulled to the Sword side is a huge loss and disgrace for our Claymore Training Field.
He walked into the crowd and began speaking ill of Ryan, listing one detestable act after another.
A small portion of people didn't care, but most felt dissatisfaction rising within them.
Too arrogant!
What if he becomes a formal Knight?
"Instructor, look at this!" Ryan led Noelle to his Instructor, handing him the bag containing Slime Condensate and Slime Secretions.
The Instructor looked at his most outstanding student, who had brought someone along, and his eyes flashed.
He curiously opened the bag, gazing at the items inside.
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