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Chapter 703 Cute

Freya can be considered Milo's half-guide in this world. Although she doesn't know much about Lengyuan, it's more than enough for Milo.

According to her, this barren and cold plateau will become "lively" in the near future.

"why?"

"The Visionaries have already boarded ships bound for the Cold Plains and sailed across the ocean," Freya recalled. "A traveling merchant told me this."

"They came here for...?" Milo shrugged.

"It is said...it is said that a fragment of an ancient book of poems has appeared here." Freya was probably trying her best to organize her thoughts and explain the attraction and allure of ancient texts to psychics, but it was clear that she did not know much about it.

But Milo didn't need her explanation.

He's an expert in this field himself, isn't he?

If I were to unleash all the elective courses in my head, it would probably blow up the entire group of spirit-seeing beings in the Dream Realm.

Upon hearing Freya's words, Milo let out a "Oh~" sound of realization.

This is just another story of the fall of Uzzah.

Wasn't Marshall's hometown exactly the same place that was razed to the ground by the army of visionaries?
Remember that unfortunate guy named James Sheffield? He was a dream weaver who read the Nash Chronicles in the waking world and killed himself. His second life in the dream world also ended because of that chronicle. The visionaries killed and buried him in order to seize the memories in his mind, even going so far as to start a city-state-level war. It was during that time that Usa, the home of the cats, fell.

That's how the story of Pinkerton, the big orange tabby, leading hundreds of cats to escape to the Eternal Kingdom came about.

That's how the tombstone that Milo later saw in the Sin Cemetery, belonging to Sheffield and forgotten by the people on the surface, came about.

The source of all this is the chronicle stored in Sheffield's mind.

This is the allure of ancient texts, or rather, the clairvoyant's desire for clairvoyance.

...

"So you came here also..." Milo asked.

“Ancient texts.” Freya nodded.

“But you don’t seem to be a psychic.” Milo originally meant to say that you didn’t seem that smart.

“No, that’s not it. Forbidden knowledge is of no use to me. The main thing is that there might be information in that psalm that I want to know. It’s information that is very, very important to our people.”

Freya seemed to have absolutely no guard up, and when Milo asked her casually, she told him everything.

"The Greeks?" Milo continued.

"Hmm...that's what other races call us anyway." Freya didn't seem to like the name very much.

But her reaction also confirmed that she was the "Xiren" mentioned by the male-female bird.

Seemingly to quickly change the subject, Freya countered by asking, "And you? Did you come here for that poem too? But wait, you don't know anything about it..."

"Me?" Milo quickly recalled his recent ordeal, then remembered how he had "fallen" to this plateau, and finally shrugged and said, "I'm here to find someone."

They were indeed looking for someone, after all, they fell in while chasing the Three Sad Ladies.

"A girl?" Freya replied without hesitation.

“Of course,” Milo nodded.

He did indeed impulsively chase after her because he smelled Enid's scent on the third lady. But is that really the case?
After encountering the Thousand-Faced God in the dream of the tombstone, Milo now can't help but doubt all the seemingly accidental events in the real world...

That seemingly self-made choice probably didn't really have any other options at the time...

...

"Cute~"

Freya sat in front of the campfire, smiling and resting her chin on her hand; her thoughts were written all over her face.

Her features were exquisite, but unfortunately, Milo's perspective was not level with hers. Freya's face, viewed from below by his upward angle, combined with the firelight from below, gave her a somewhat sinister and lewd look.

This is the umpteenth time Milo has been described as "cute." The blue man who once instilled fear in the gods is just a little cutie in Freya's eyes...?

But Milo really doesn't have much confidence right now; he's definitely a weakling. Little Cutie is pretty good though.

Just as Milo was feeling slightly down, Freya suddenly asked:
Are you still injured?

Milo touched his abdomen; this level of touch no longer caused him pain. He shrugged.

"You're recovering so quickly. Your rations are amazing! Oh, by the way, how much did you bring with you? Since I saved your life—no, two lives—could you share some with me? I think I'll be fully recovered in another day or two."

As before, Freya's expression inexplicably turned strange whenever Milo mentioned "dry rations," and her speech became less fluent: "Uh..."

"Why are you blushing?" Milo craned his neck.

"No way!" Freya snorted.

Then he said:

"I didn't bring many, but I can make them if I have enough raw materials..."

“No problem. Just tell me what raw materials you need to collect later, and I can help.” Milo didn’t think too much about it.

But for some reason, Freya's face turned even redder after he said that, and even her neck turned red.

……

Someone like her, who grabbed Milo the first time they met, doesn't know if blushing is a reaction of shyness, since this is considered cross-species interaction, right?
However, even if they are from different races, they should still be considered to have similar bloodlines. After all, they are both humanoid beings, only Freya is a bit bigger, so they are called "Xiren" and "Human" respectively, both carrying human attributes.

Kofreya doesn't seem to treat Milo like a human being. Most of the time, she treats him like a pet, which makes Milo a little uncomfortable.

But thinking about it carefully, this is probably why Marshall always has such a sour face...

...

Even when there was no conversation, Freya, sitting in front of the campfire, would occasionally couldn't resist touching Milo's messy hair.

As for Milo, as long as this neurotic girl doesn't push her luck, everything will be fine.

……

Then, when Milo woke up in the middle of the night, he found himself being slept in a hug like a pillow.

But he didn't have time to worry about that, because he was awakened by some loud noises coming from the direction of the mountaintop.

As the loud noise spread, many rocks tumbled down the slope, causing the ground to shake violently.

(End of this chapter)