"Unless They see some familiar shadows in you."
Lindong always felt that Ethan was like a succubus to the Old Gods, and various signs suggested that "Future her" seemed to be infatuated with Ethan, even preparing plenty of little toys.
Of course, now is not the time to discuss the various uses of those toys.
"You mean the person who summoned Them?"
Ethan thought this was clearly a mistaken conclusion.
Because he was not from this world; a few years ago, he was still in a world without Magic, living a life akin to cattle, and the idea of bloodline theory could never appear in someone like him, an outsider.
People there didn’t believe in Magic, nor in the existence of Divine Spirits.
If he were to tell his friends about Lindong, saying he has a girlfriend with white hair, red eyes, a great figure, and great feet, his friends would surely say this is the last fantasy of cattle before dying from overwork and would cast sympathetic looks his way.
Crossing worlds has always been an inexplicable reason scientifically; even in a magical world so rich in Magic, no Magic could explain the transformations of time and space. The only one close to that he knew was "Future Lindong."
She was the only existence that truly changed history, turning Mary from a Bloody Priestess to the chosen of the Goddess of Life, bringing indelible mental trauma to Old Ba, the lonely old man.
And now, they have discovered a mysterious existence.
So, is crossing worlds itself a kind of special summoning ritual?
Ethan felt he was adapting to the thinking of this world, having to interpret everything he experienced from both scientific and magical perspectives. If his hypothesis holds, then it brings another shadowy problem.
No matter if the one who "summoned" him was Lindong or that mysterious existence, what would they summon someone like him, akin to cattle, for?
And during the crossing process, he didn’t encounter Divine Spirits, nor did anyone convey a mission for arriving in the Otherworld. The first problem he faced after arriving was to settle in Ximu Town as a refugee.
Ethan always felt that the more he knew, the more problems followed.
"It’s late, let’s sleep."
Lindong proactively suggested, patting the bed and inviting Ethan.
There was only one bed in the treehouse. With lessons from past experiences, she specifically sealed the door and windows with Ice Elemental Magic before sleeping to prevent any inexplicable people from sneaking into the room.
The night was very quiet.
So quiet that Lindong could hear her heartbeat.
She was also carefully weighing the relationship between the summoner and Ethan in her mind, guessing whether the mysterious existence was human or some other kind of creature.
She thought again about the Old Gods’ fondness for Ethan and turned over.
Just reachable distance, she simply reached out her arm and hugged Ethan.
What’s the use of fondness?
First come, first served.
Whoever hugs first belongs to whom.
Such thoughts are reassuring, and drowsiness quickly hit. According to the cat’s schedule, she had already stayed up quite late today.
The next morning, Ethan awoke to the sound of knocking.
McCarthy Delin had climbed up to the treehouse early in the morning.
Although he didn’t gain more information about the magic web through Meditation, he unexpectedly gained something else.
The Elemental Shapers at the camp prepared the most elaborate breakfast for them, bread, cheese, and some full-fat roasted meat.
Cynthia, yawning, came uninvited, sat cross-legged in the tent, sliced off a piece of roast meat with her carried dagger, placed it on bread, and enjoyed it greatly.
"Mmm, add a little more salt next time."
She didn’t forget to critique while chewing.
"Cynthia, I remember no one invited you."
McCarthy Delin’s eyelids twitched violently.
They were homeless; these foods were precious resources, meant to entertain Ethan and Lindong. The reason for this was because he pondered all night and made a decision he believed was important for humanity’s future.
But Cynthia ruined everything.
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Cynthia stated confidently, "It invited me."
McCarthy Delin frowned, "Who?"
"The cow, it’s his last wish, McCarthy, did you forget? All the animals of this forest are under my protection."
McCarthy Delin took a sharp breath and clutched his heart.
Is this what heartache feels like?
Ethan silently watched the bickering between the two with a cheese bread in hand, the genes of a bloodthirsty audience flowing through him being awakened. Now he urgently needed a historian friend to step up and tell him whether McCarthy Delin and Cynthia eventually got married?
However, at least from the information he currently held, it seemed both the true gods and Middle-Level Gods ultimately led to a lonely end.
"Speak, what did you summons them here for so secretively this early morning?"
Cynthia raised an eyebrow.
McCarthy Delin only wished Cynthia would finish eating and leave soon.
He couldn’t understand that such a large piece of roasted beef couldn’t shut Cynthia’s mouth?
He was openly inviting the two here and even consulted his teacher.
"It’s okay, don’t mind me," Cynthia said, "just consider me a emotionless eating machine."