"What do you mean you're opening a shop here?"
Pacal looked utterly baffled.
"Oh, right, forgot to mention," Citlali said lightly. "I picked up a part-time job—
helping an otherworldly supplier sell goods to members of the Blue Star Federation."
She pointed to the stall not far away.
"You… you're selling goods here?"
Pacal's expression instantly turned into a full-blown "question mark meme."
A Guardian of Secrets, serving as a shopkeeper?
How was she ever going to explain that to the tribes?!
"Maybe you should reconsider?" he asked carefully.
"Oh, don't worry," Citlali waved her hand dismissively.
"This job's fully flexible. I just need to keep the shop open for forty hours a week.
If the Masters of the Night-Wind's tribe needs me, I can close up anytime."
Her tone left no room for doubt—she'd already decided to stay.
Once he confirmed she was safe and sound, Pacal said no more and departed with the other tribesmen.
"Hey! Ororon! Don't leave yet!" Citlali called out. "There are even more Federation members showing up now—come help Grandma out!"
"Yes, Grandma," Ororon replied meekly.
After nearly losing her today, the young man didn't dare disobey her for even a second.
As more and more players teleported into the Masters of the Night-Wind's region to restock at the Shop,
Ororon's attention was drawn toward a group of Farmer players who were busily plowing fields nearby.
"Sunburst Chrysanthemums need full sunlight, but your plots don't get enough exposure."
"And these Honeyberries and Meat Cactus? They need moisture—you've planted them on dry ground!"
"Firepetal Daisies and Saurian Claw Succulent might be hardy, but planting them side by side like this? You're just killing them both…"
Ororon couldn't help but critique them as he watched.
As someone who'd spent his whole life living off the land in Natta,
He found the players' treatment of crops simply unbearable.
Before long, he strode right out of the Shop and began pointing and lecturing the players directly.
"Uh… who's this NPC? Why's he telling us how to farm?"
"Yeah, and with that outfit? Doesn't look like a Farmer at all!"
"Scram, kid! You think you know better than me? I actually farm for a living!"
They tried to shoo him off, but Ororon wasn't fazed.
He went straight to the nearby water source, filled a large basin,
and poured it carefully over the Honeyberry and Meat Cactus plots.
"Hey! What are you doing?!
Those are my seeds! If they die, you're paying for it!"
A furious Farmer player rushed over—
but before he could continue, another player shouted,
"Wait, hold up! Their growth status just changed to Healthy!
It was average a second ago!
And the growth time just dropped by ten hours!"
"What the—?" The players froze, staring at Ororon in disbelief.
"You people…" Ororon sighed. "How can you play a Farmer class and still be this arrogant?"
At that moment, Wibibab, the leader of the agricultural team, came over from the direction of the Bio-Energy Base.
"The local NPC is giving you actual information about crop ecology, and you ignored him?" he said coldly.
"Do you realize how much time we'd waste figuring all this out on our own?"
"Boss, you're here…"
"We just thought… I mean, look at him!
He's dressed way too fancy to be a farmer.
We thought he was just trolling us…"
"No excuses," Wibibab snapped. "I know exactly what's going on.
You all got cocky after our success with the Flower-Feather Clan project, didn't you?
You think because we got a big construction reward, you're farming gods now?"
His expression darkened.
"Need me to remind you? We haven't even harvested our first crop yet!
Keep acting like this, and you're out of my farming squad.
Go find your own land."
"Boss, we're sorry! Don't kick us!"
"Yeah, without teamwork, the Farmer class is impossible!
Managing large plots is brutal work,
and the shop's seed stock is so limited—
we have to gather wild seeds ourselves, and that's super dangerous…"
"Tell me about it! I heard a solo Farmer went seed-hunting yesterday and got ambushed by a Mimic Flower…
Skewered straight through the back. Brutal death."
"Good. Then remember this," Wibibab barked.
"Farmers need unity more than anyone.
You think you're too good for help? Then apologize to this NPC—now!"
"Sorry, mister!!!"
All the Farmer players shouted in unison.
Even Liang Chuan, resting nearby, was stunned speechless.
He rubbed his eyes.
Was he seeing this right?
Players apologizing to an NPC?
What's next—stopping at red lights in Teyvat?
Ororon didn't react to the apologies.
Instead, he held up a sprouting potato and asked,
"This seems like a crop from Mondstadt.
Are you sure it can grow in Natta's soil?"
"Ha! Potatoes? Those things can grow on the moon!
No way they can't handle Natta!" one player scoffed.
"Shut it," Wibibab snapped, glaring at him.
Then he turned to Ororon respectfully.
"Actually, you're right. We've been having trouble with the potatoes.
No matter how we tweak the soil,
their growth status never rises above Healthy.
The system says the highest stage is Perfect—
that gives top-quality harvests and cuts growth time to a third.
But I can't figure out what we're missing."
Ororon's brow furrowed in thought.
After a few seconds of silence, he said slowly—
"Have you ever considered…
adding Flarescence to the soil?"
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