The young man still had a smile on his face, as if he didn't care about Aini's caution.
"You are here for the descendants of those little red-haired guys, right? He signed that contract on his own initiative."
Although the other party's attitude was very peaceful, Aini was still vigilant and did not speak to him, but he also did not attack rashly.
However, the young man didn't seem to care about his response and continued talking on his own.
"Well, let me think about it, that was a thousand years ago."
A trace of nostalgia appeared on the young man's face. Even for their existence, a thousand years is still a long time.
"Those red-haired ancestors were Merlin's little followers. When we first met, he was only slightly older than you. Well...because of some things, I gave him a promise."
"The second time we met, he was older than the one with the beard outside. He wanted to ensure that the family could continue forever and asked me for help."
"I fulfilled my promise and gave him a guarantee. Of course, they need to pay the price themselves. As you can see, it is the so-called 'Seven Sons' Agreement'."
"Now that they want to lift it themselves, what reason do I have to stop them?"
After finishing his words, the young man took a sip of black tea and his posture became more relaxed.
"this……"
Looking at the seemingly frank person, Aini didn't know how to deal with it for a moment. In his induction, the youth's aura was not strong. Not only could it not be compared with himself after his bloodline was sublimated again, it was even compared to when he first sublimated his bloodline.
All are inferior.
But why was there an instinctive resistance when the idea of breaking the "Seven Sons Covenant" was mentioned last time?
Could it be that……
"You are different from the foreign gods I met before."
Aini temporarily suppressed the idea of fighting and wanted to seek answers from the other party.
"Outer God? This title is quite appropriate, but I prefer others to call me Mr. Jin."
The young man tapped his fingers on the pure gold table, and then looked at the golden dome, golden walls, golden floors, and other golden decorations in the hall. It was obvious that he had a special liking for gold.
"The gap between the Outer Gods and the Outer Gods is even greater than that of mortals. The weak can only sneak in and accumulate strength silently; the powerful stand high and control dozens, hundreds, or thousands of planes."
"The plane we come from is very special. Weak people, let alone strength, don't even dare to pay prying eyes, so none of the guys you meet are simple..."
"Wait! You mean... us?!"
Aini, who was immersed in foreign knowledge, suddenly caught the key element and couldn't help but interjected and asked.
"Yes, Blue Star is also my hometown, but..."
Mr. Jin stopped talking and looked at Aini with complicated eyes, including emotion, pity,..., and a trace of unspeakable nostalgia, as if the person standing opposite was not the handsome young man, but time.
Looking at myself from the distance.
"Although it is difficult to return to Blue Star in person, for me, my hometown is the last refuge, so we agree on certain positions."
The young man's tone became more candid.
"You mean...we are not hostile to each other?"
Aini sensed carefully, but really couldn't detect any hostility from the other party.
"Hostile... why? You just said that I am different from the guys you met before. They are the real outsiders, so the oppression of the world is very strong, and it is almost impossible to have complete consciousness like me.
Project it."
Mr. Jin's tone was calm as usual. In fact, even if he had an inseparable concern for Blue Star, it would not be easy for him to regain his consciousness.
"So, this is a ray of consciousness you branched off from?"
Suddenly coming into contact with the forerunners from who knows how many years ago, Aini felt like he had endless questions to ask.
"of course not."
The man answered simply, thought about it, and then solemnly warned: "The realm of consciousness is more elusive than the soul. Never let your consciousness be divided, never."
Mr. Jin specially emphasized the word “forever” and repeated it.
"Thanks for the advice, I will pay attention."
The other party's advice reminded Aini of an acquaintance.
Albus Dumbledore.
When the other party mentioned black magic back then, the tone of the two was surprisingly similar, and while Aini was feeling emotional, he couldn't help but have a little more trust in him.
What he didn't expect was that Mr. Jin would quickly expand this trust into a ray of trust.
"Well, actually, even for me, it's not easy for my consciousness to return." Mr. Jin folded his hands and squeezed each other rhythmically. "About a year ago, I sensed that the power that stayed here was removed.
I was touched, and suddenly I had the idea to come back and take a look, but it wasn’t until a few days ago that I completely achieved my goal.”
Listening to Mr. Jin's narration, Aini's heart moved. A year ago, could it be said that his spying touched the other party? And the reason why he felt so at ease during the induction a few days ago was not just because of the improvement in strength, but also because of his improvement in strength.
It's because the other party has projected his consciousness over!
"At the same time, there are many other restrictions..."
Mr. Jin looked at Aini with a smile, and his tone became gentler.
"Interesting little guy, I know you have a lot of questions, but I can't answer them for you until later."
The man's figure suddenly flickered. He knew that the consciousness he had spent a lot of time to project was about to return to another world. However, the purpose of returning home this time had been achieved, or in other words, the answer he got was far beyond what he had expected.
.
"I also know that just a short exchange is not enough to win your trust, but..."
Mr. Jin's tone paused and his smile became gentler.
"Next, let me show my sincerity a little bit."
After the words fell, Mr. Jin nodded to Aini with a smile, and suddenly, his body shone brightly.
Large swaths of light spots were dispersed in the space, but they avoided the two-meter radius around Aini.
"Although I really want to give these powers to you, you will also be marked by the will of the world. Work hard to become stronger, successor, and protect our common paradise."
"Mr. Jin..."
Aini called out. He still had too many things to ask, but he just spit out the other person's name and appeared in the Forbidden Forest after a space transformation.
"How are you?"
Bill stepped forward nervously, looked Aini up and down and then breathed a sigh of relief, with unspeakable joy on his face.
"Thank you, Aini, you succeeded, the children... are safe!"
Mr. and Mrs. Weasley held the two young people in their arms, one on the other, and gave them a big hug. They looked at Ani with grateful eyes.