Chapter 1372 - Reunion In a Foreign World (2/2)

Zeon Lucas and a few Blood Clans looked at each other. They looked down at the land beneath their feet and felt surreal.

At this moment, an old but strong man suddenly emerged from behind Ophra and came before the earthly aliens, his eyes glinted in beastly light, and he sniffled. “The descendants of Ebben Family. Where are the descendants of the Ebben Family? Are you two descendants of the Ebben Family?” the old man asked.

From among the otherworldlings from Earth, two men stepped forward bewilderedly. One of them was tall and well-built, the other one was slightly thinner, but both of them exuded an undisguisable wild scent. An indescribable impulse was pulsating in their blood veins, revealing the scent of werewolf’s bloodline.

Casar Ebben and Ewen Ebben, the two outstanding successors of the Ebben Family on Earth, arrived in a strange world after crossing space and time. In this unfamiliar world, they were surprised to see an old man having the same scent as they were.

It was an old werewolf.

“As I’ve said before, I would let you see the bloodline of the Ebben Family,” Hao Ren said in a calm voice and nodded to the old werewolf.

The old werewolf, who had been fighting under Marshal Ophra for years and following the warriors of the kingdom during the mercenary times, trembled as if he had never thought of his wishes would materialize. The old man was rooted to the spot for a moment before he suddenly looked at Hao Ren, and then lowered his head.

“This world already owes it to you. Now, I owe you my life.”

“He is…” Casar Ebben seemed to have not figured about what was going on.

“This is your compatriot in the Plane of Dreams. He is the only remaining Ebben werewolf on this planet Holletta,” Hao Ren said slowly. He knew he was loud enough to make everyone at the scene hear him. “He has been searching for the surviving descendants of the Ebben Family in this world, and he finally meets you here today.”

“Ebben werewolf…” Casar Ebben muttered to himself. The earlier surreal feeling suddenly fell apart as a sense of family connection had cleared up all his doubts and vanity. He saw it now—a werewolf who had the same bloodline as his, standing in front of him. In a foreign world separated by space and time, in the land he had never set foot on before, there was another Ebben werewolf.

The one before him was proof.

“Thank God! The family bloodline is not lost. The Ebben Family has declined in this world, but it lives on in another,” the old werewolf Elson Ebben sighed. “Young man, how is Ebben Family doing in your world? Are were thriving there? Are the new generations brave and upright like their ancestors?”

Casar Ebben had wanted to tell him about the demise of the Mythological Era and the decline of his family for the last several hundred years but just replied with a nod at last. There was at least one thing that was news of comfort to the old werewolf: the Ebben Family had survived. Compared with other werewolf families that had disappeared, the Ebben Family had been lucky.

At first, the otherworldlings from Earth had different thoughts and concerns, but the reunion of the Ebben Family seemed to have evoked their resonance. Their estrangement and distrust of this unfamiliar world eased up significantly. The blood clan began to whisper about the possibility of finding their ancestors; the werewolves were envious of the Ebben Family; the runic dwarves were discussing if they could find the lost skill of enchantment in this world, and the sirens were taking out their mobile phones and DSLRs, snapping photos.

Hao Ren saw the group of sirens at the rear of the tour group. The sirens were beautiful and youthful, carrying their bags and hanging their cameras around their necks. The exception was their lower body, which was serpentine. They all looked like a bunch of college girls jumping down from a tour bus. They had been taking pictures when they first boarded the spaceship and were still doing it now. Very soon, these sirens would cramp around Ophra and the Royal Knights for photos. They would visit the ancient Royal City, go shopping for handicrafts and local specialties, and scout for street food. After doing all that, they would eagerly wait to return to the spacecraft, where there was wifi connection, to post on their Weibo. All otherworldlings invariably had a goal in mind when they sent out their representatives to this world, but the sirens were different. Theirs was a sightseeing plan through and through.

What a group of happy deep-sea fish.