"Who are you?!"
Aslan reached for the pendant hanging around his neck and yanked it off. It then transformed into a silvery-white holy spear, its tip aimed at the girl who had suddenly appeared. Even the Supreme Masterpiece quickly closed its cockpit hatch, its arm rapidly transforming into a cannon muzzle aimed at the girl. How could someone who could evade the Supreme Masterpiece's senses and scans be simple?
At the very least, that cloak she wore felt extraordinary.
The girl seemed to have realized something, and at the same time, felt a bit regretful. Why had she stood out so excitedly? If she wasn't mistaken, the giant robot before her was flashing with the power of a god. Could it be that this person was actually related to the gods?
The golden-haired girl gave a helpless smile, then raised both her hands, making a standard "French military salute," hoping to show that she was harmless in this way.
The girl looked at the robot, and at the gaze Aslan had fixed on her hands. She looked down and saw that she was still holding the cloak she had been wearing. She then directly threw the cloak to the side, as if she had never touched such a thing before.
Aslan took a few steps forward, looking at the cloak on the ground. A glint of light flashed in his eyes as he began a rapid analysis. Possessing Mystic Eyes, he could still easily distinguish what kind of effect an item had, and whether it was harmful to him. As long as the rules of the world were not too different, it wouldn't be a big problem. At the very least, the data of this cloak was clearly visible in Aslan's eyes. This meant that he probably hadn't traveled to a world that was too different from his original one. Most importantly, Aslan actually saw traces of a large number of Faerie Letters written on this cloak, and the way the Faerie Letters were written was exactly the same as he knew.
In other words, had he come to the ancient past of a parallel world, a time he was familiar with? In any case, there were too many questions. He would first get the answers from the girl before him.
Aslan locked his gaze on the girl before him. The clothes on her body were also blessed with Faerie Letters, and a forging hammer hung at her waist. It seemed she was a blacksmith of this world. In that case, it was indeed possible that the girl before him could have created such a cloak that could sever the Supreme Masterpiece's scans.
Don't be fooled by the fact that this cloak was as soft as cloth; it was actually forged and woven from metal. After all, only some special metals could block the scans and reconnaissance of other beings. Aslan also had similar items in his own equipment, it was just that they were not in the form of a cloak, but were stored as a type of barrier.
"Who on earth are you?"
Aslan narrowed his eyes slightly, with an appearance that said he was not to be trifled with. After all, he had just arrived. A strong dragon cannot suppress a local snake. By expressing a bit of strength, he wouldn't be picked on or suspected. It was like when you accidentally enter someone else's house. Only if you are shameless enough, strong enough, and treat the other person's house as your own, will the sense of dissonance be much less.
That's right, Aslan was just such a shameless guy. Perhaps it was because he had spent too much time with Merlin that he had picked up some of Merlin's bad habits. In any case, it was all Merlin's fault. Aslan nodded in his heart, already prepared to properly fix Merlin's brain with his hammer after he got back.
And the girl standing before Aslan, after seeing him, blinked her eyes. She carefully observed Aslan's hair color, redness, and those eyes that had slightly changed color after using his Mystic Eyes. Then, a smile appeared on her face. She ran directly towards Aslan, did a kneeslide on the ground, and then hugged his thigh.
She didn't know where she had pulled out a small handkerchief from. She then brazenly dripped a few drops of eye drops into her own eyes. The next moment, the girl's tears were streaming down like rain.
"You ask who I am? Have you forgotten the relationship between us? How could this be, oh heavens! You are so cruel, to have us meet after so much difficulty, yet be so speechless with each other... sob sob sob... cough cough... Why are my eyes so spicy? #! Why did I grab the onion-flavored eye drops?"
The girl covered her eyes. After a very sorrowful display of her acting skills, she couldn't help but complain that she seemed to have taken the wrong eye drops. Originally, she should have just used the most ordinary eye drops. But now she had switched to onion-flavored ones. Now, even if she wanted to stop her tears, she couldn't, unless she used Faerie Letters to heal herself.
Aslan's mouth twitched. To be able to act so... indescribably in a situation like this, was also a kind of magical talent... usually, the ones who could achieve great things were also this kind of person.
"Let go! Who on earth are you?"
Seeing Aslan's unyielding appearance, the light-golden-haired girl took a deep breath, and then began her act again. At the same time, her eyes also turned into the same state as Aslan's when he used his Mystic Eye ability. "Big Bro! Look at me! Big Bro, look at my light-golden hair, and my eyes that are exactly the same as yours! I am your long-lost little sister!
Big Bro! You've been lost for so many years. Why have you become a running dog of the gods? Stop following the gods, okay? There's not a single good thing among the gods of this world. They are definitely using you! Big Bro! My good big bro!
If you really are unwilling to betray the gods, then at least let go of your long-lost sister, right? For the sake of your pitiful little sister, I've only lived for a little over twenty years. I'm still young. I still haven't completed my ideal masterpiece. People who chase their dreams are worthy of praise, aren't they? Dream chasers are precious!
So~"
The golden-haired girl blinked her eyes. The expression on her face changed again to a fawning one. Of course, because she had used the onion eye drops, her whole eyes were red and were still constantly tearing. It even irritated her nose, leaving a trail of snot. Although her words were very moving, paired with such a face, it really had a bit of a comedic effect.
But Aslan saw something from her extremely similar hair color, eyes, and even the identical Mystic Eye ability. He then looked closely at the cloak in his hand. The style of the Faerie Letters written on that cloak was also exactly the same as his own. If Aslan wasn't sure that his cheap old dad had only given birth to him, this one cheap son, Aslan would have really suspected that he had a twin sister who had learned from him. But since it wasn't his sister, then there was only one other possibility.
Aslan covered his face, the corner of his mouth twitching. What a joke of fate!
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