Scaramouche crouched down, making sure he was completely covered by the tall grass. He gently pushed the hay in front of him to look at the source of the sound.

There was a man in the distance moving slowly towards here, only to see the figure is not very tall, some thin man. He had a huge bag on his back and something in his hand, and he stopped every now and then to draw something on the tree beside him.

The man's voice came closer and closer. "I shouldn't have listened to them. I'm such a pussy. Tell me, why can't you just say no to them? This is good, I ran to this deep mountain forest, now is to call the sky sky does not respond, call the land the land is also useless. They must have gone out a long time ago. They might be laughing at me somewhere now. Well, what time of day do I care? I am so unlucky. This place is so weird. How long have I been here? When I'm out I'll never run around again…?

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The man spoke very fast, in bits and pieces. Strangely, though there was no one around, he spoke quietly, as if he were afraid of disturbing anyone. He walked slowly and grumbled by himself.

Without any fluctuations of power, just an ordinary human being...

Scaramouche lowered his eyes and thought quickly of all the ways to strike up a conversation.

Although he is a doll, he is born with four languages. Everyone on Teyvat Continent speaks four languages, except, of course, the monsters. No one knows why. There may have been attempts to find out why, but they have failed spectacularly. For there was no account of the cause of this incident until he had left Teyvat Continent.

He didn't know what the four languages were, but it didn't stop him from using them. Anyway, everyone on Teyvat Continent had the same language system. He just don't know if they'll work in this area.

Scaramouche made his decision in a flash. He stood up, slowed his steps on the grass, and approached the man silently.