Chapter 2235 - 810: How Can You Call Yourself an Adult?

Even powerful enough to bargain with an existence like Styx, Lansendel would absolutely not easily touch the other party’s bottom line.

Besides, this world doesn’t hold the value that would make him challenge authority.

Although Lansendel is not afraid of authority, he isn’t really stubborn enough to go head-to-head with matters unrelated to him.

Since this world already has an explicit allegiance, it must respect the will of its master.

Thus, Lansendel’s lack of enthusiasm and friendliness is surely because Styx has its own thoughts.

Also, the most fundamental matter... Given Josh has no followers in this world, it’s indeed understandable, but likewise, Lansendel won’t have any fondness towards them.

No matter what fault Josh may have, at least his intentions are genuinely kind, without any plan to demand anything in return from the other party.

However, such goodwill is completely ignored... simply because of those apparent shortcomings.

It’s understandable, but it still makes it hard to have any likable feelings towards these people.

Lansendel has always been a person who repays kindness with kindness and malice with malice.

Since those refugees from the Defense Tower only rewarded Josh with nothing, Lansendel naturally reciprocated with ’nothing at all.’

Otherwise, the Lord of Dawn has always been a supporter and executor of ’policies from above, countermeasures below.’

Hill tenderly glanced at his friend.

Even though the ignorance of the mortals below left him somewhat unsettled, Lansendel nonetheless stood firm in his principles and boundaries.

He actually could have stopped the increasingly intense undead warfare, which had spread far enough for the people in the refugee camps of the Defense Tower below to see the undead’s combat methods with their naked eyes.

Even though these swordsmen and knights also flew in the air, anyone with a bit of intelligence could discover that they rely on some external support, not like mages wielding knives and swords.

Their combat style also greatly differs from that of the mages.

If, at first, the people in the Defense Tower were not so welcoming towards the undead who came into their camp to investigate various situations, from this moment on, they would lower their guard and wear a smile to welcome these otherworldly visitors with open arms.

Hill looked down... wondering if anyone would come to find Josh.

Hill could see that although without any confidants, Josh wasn’t living too poorly.

Josh undoubtedly handles his clothing and food by himself.

The Dawn Elect still has this degree of sensitivity.

Moreover, Lansendel’s followers are considered the kind who know how to enjoy life most in Toril... Don’t be fooled by the Silvermoon Archbishops who dress in jewels, glowing and radiant, she lives certainly less comfortably than those Dawn Elects who charge into the mountains and forests.

Things like spice bags, portable houses, self-cleaning and shape-changing robes that make outdoor life more comfortable, were initially refined by Dawn Believers.

Lansendel’s followers even developed automatic color-changing functions for the spatial bags hanging at their waists.

But in matters beyond intimate affairs like cleaning and messaging, Josh certainly wouldn’t be alone without anyone helping.

In keeping with the style of Fantasy World, these so-called followers essentially belong to Josh... No matter their past identities, from the day they started serving Josh’s daily life, they became Josh’s people.

Even if Josh kills them, only a small compensation to their original family is required.

So, the reality that even these people didn’t follow Josh, although it highlights Josh’s utter ineptitude in social interactions, simultaneously proves that this Dawn Elect isn’t without understanding.

Otherwise, normally, he would surely not hesitate to bring his followers along... This wouldn’t even need those followers’ consent.

Only if Josh declares he doesn’t need them to follow, would he end up all alone.

Josh simply doesn’t wish to deal with social niceties, deeply feeling that living freely, saying whatever comes to mind, and doing as he pleases is more comfortable.

A typical youthful whimsicality.

Hill saw countless familiar shadows in Josh... it’s just those people couldn’t hold onto the childish days for very long.

Generally, when humans rest the word responsibility upon their shoulders, that youthful whimsy gradually fades away.

By the time they bear the burden of their family, those whimsical days can only be found in memories.

Hill pressed his cheek against his right hand, smiling gently... His own youthful whimsicality lasted quite long.

Of course, that’s because his family gave him enough confidence to remain a big kid.

Unfortunately, when he came to a new world, he instead realized what the adult world meant from a young age.

Although he has already walked the journey since that time, Hill occasionally still exudes a bit of that youthful ’green’ aura.

Therefore, he truly admires Lansendel... Yes, he admires most Lansendel’s ability to let someone as simple-minded as Josh remain a youthful spirit for thousands or even tens of thousands of years.

What parents can achieve is nothing more than this.

No wonder Hill finds that Great Peacock pleasing to the eye no matter how he views it.

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"They surely can fight!" Even Carpenter, who always sat meekly behind the desk, couldn’t help but walk over to the floor-to-ceiling window to watch the captivating drama that had been playing out for a day and night.

At this moment, they had already left the library and returned to the large lounge in the residential area.

But Russell and Carpenter didn’t plan to let Josh squat here alone, waiting for the Undead Tribe battle to end.

They only felt at ease going back to the upper levels of the Magic Tower after observing the intelligent puppet categorize and display the materials submitted by the Undead Tribe. Staying below was useless.

They had to wait for the materials from this world to flow in abundantly before they could start refining basic alloys and then determine which was more suitable.

Russell and Carpenter originally thought they could start work that very day, but now it seemed the deities above had other ideas.

The establishment of the Dawn Tower seemed important, but not that important.

Only Josh was anxious in front of them.

But even if he was anxiously pacing, once he understood his boss’s true intentions... Though Josh lived like a straightforward guy, he could still sensitively perceive Lansendel’s will, ah no, he belatedly figured it out.

And once he understood what Lansendel really wanted, Josh significantly relaxed.

By now, Russell and Carpenter could confirm that Josh would only be their friend for a while, a passerby in their lives, destined to leave this world eventually.

This Dawn Tower, for Josh, was a task from the deities, not his own aspiration.

According to what their teacher told them about the style of the Dawn Elects... this tower would eventually be handed over to a Dawn Believer from this world who satisfied Josh.

Although Russell and Carpenter felt this period wouldn’t be too short... With Josh’s nature, finding and grooming a qualified Dawn Believer would certainly be very difficult.

Yet, the two still slightly amended their mental positioning of Josh.

Friend, of course, still friends, as long as they were open-hearted, Josh truly was a good friend.

But some matters, like whether to establish deeper alliance relations with the Dawn Tower, would require looking at future developments before deciding.

Though Josh was great, whether the people Josh brought out could also satisfy them siblings was uncertain.

Even if Lansendel and their teacher had a close relationship, Russell and Carpenter would not deepen this friendship to the level of themselves and Lansendel’s followers.

Therefore, even while enthusiastically advising Josh, proposing various basic infrastructure setups... Russell would definitely not involve himself in issues related to the safety and secrecy of the Dawn Tower.

Even if Josh asked, he would only suggest in terms of the building materials themselves and would present several options for Josh to decide.

Everything else was a no.

Luckily, Josh wasn’t one to dig and dig; when Russell gave him a multiple-choice question, he’d go back to make that final decision.

Hill lowered his head, watching his student’s skilled but always reserved work style, couldn’t help but smile slightly.

"Russell, this kid, really resembles you, Hill," Shaer suddenly said to Hill.

Hill turned around in surprise to glance.

The Lady of the Night wasn’t one to say such things... so, was she conveying William’s original words?

Indeed, in Toril, Hill, though still very cautious, his style had changed a lot.

After all, powerful strength and absolute control made Hill’s behavior much more confident... if he thought something wasn’t suitable for him to be involved in, Hill wouldn’t touch it from start to finish.

Rather than like before, doing things while choosing how to avoid causing misunderstandings.

That was when he hadn’t entered the Earth Bear’s territory, hadn’t found his soul’s home, and would do things like that.

Hill pursed his lips, revealing a shy smile, "Back then, I had just come of age too!

Doing things naturally..."

"Hmm? When did you come of age?" Lansendel, who was eavesdropping nearby, asked with surprise, "No matter how you calculate it, you’re still a little bear cub, right?

Do you really intend to calculate your age using human years?

No, elves don’t count either!

Anyway, you’re a Divine Child.

Even a Divine Child with the most concentrated human bloodline must be three hundred years old to come of age, right?

Not like Barna, who matured quickly."

Hill stared at him steadily, "I came of age!

I grew up as a human!

Why can’t I calculate using human years?"

He could accept saying this himself, but did he really have to let this group of deities see him as a child?

Little bear cub won’t do either!

Wouldn’t that mean he was no different from the three little bears?