In the blink of an eye, seven years had passed. Rorschach was about to turn thirty. No matter if you looked at him from the outside or inside, he was a mature middle-aged man … What the hell?
"I'm so envious of you, your skin is still so good."
"Sigh, when my grandson comes out, you probably won't have any changes."
"Young man, do you want some candy?"
His friends' jokes, whether real or fake, were annoying. However, what made Rorschach feel the most helpless were the older sisters and aunties that he wasn't familiar with. They would always come over to pinch his cheeks, and they were the kind that came from the bottom of their hearts. He didn't even know where to vent his anger.
"I, Rorschach, stand under the sky. I'm about to turn thirty. I'm a man."
"But you're 1.4 meters tall."
"… I, Rorschach, am the boss of the new city's board of directors. I'm the boss of the Federation's military committee, the boss of the bosses!"
"But you're still 1.4 meters tall."
"… Can you not mention 1.4 meters?"
"… I remember that you were 1.3 meters tall back in the day. Considering your bloodline, it's normal that you haven't grown at all. I don't think you've changed much either. No, I remember that two years ago, you were so happy that you told everyone that you grew one millimeter. If you really grew taller, you would definitely tell everyone. But now, you're 1.4 meters tall all of a sudden. That means that you lied about your height and even wore underwear to increase your height …"
"Cough, 1.4 meters, I'm still tall. Why wear underwear to increase my height? I have natural magic rattan boots … Cough, since you're so free, how's your work? Do you want this 996 set meal that I have? "
Alright, no matter how you looked at it, Rorschach's changes … were almost impossible to find.
He was a wood spirit mixed-blood in Aishi. He was the same as he was seven years ago.
As for Ansorenne's Gold Elf body, theoretically, his lifespan should be longer than that of a wood spirit. After all, nobody knew the upper limit of a Gold Elf's lifespan.
The soul would affect the body, and the body would affect the soul. In less than ten years, it would be far too difficult to leave a mark on Rorschach's body.
On Aishi's side, Rorschach had already given up. He had been pinched by the aunties when he left the house, given all sorts of small gifts, and sent home by the police when he was far away. He had already lost count of how many times it had happened.
He was used to silently enduring it and would not even try to explain anything. He knew that explaining would only cause more trouble. For example, if he wanted to verify something, he would often have to suffer another blow in front of his acquaintances. Then, he would see "new interesting conversations" about himself in his circle of friends.
However, he felt that he could still be saved by Ansorenne.
"Elves are young people 90% of the time. They look about the same from 20 to 400 years old, so it's normal that you can't tell them apart. But I am indeed an adult. I have matured a lot. It's just that you can't see the changes in my appearance. "
Rorschach's statement was opposed by the other elves.
"Ha, Rorschach, you fake Elf. We only found out today that you can't even tell the age of an Elf. Have you ever seen a thousand-year-old Elf together with a little fresh meat? We have our own sense of beauty. You fake Elf, don't you know that Elves don't use their appearance, but the smell of magic to differentiate between young and old? "
Su Nanna, Ariel, Adeline, and the other Elves objected to Rorschach's statement. Wasn't this saying that they were no different from thousand-year-old Elves? They were clearly young girls who were not even 200 years old.
Elves would only age rapidly when they were nearing the end of their lives. However, they would never mistake the age of their fellow elves. This was because they did not recognize age through appearance.
"Then I have hope …"
The young boy was overjoyed. He was already a mature Archmage. That meant that he was an adult as well.
"… You smell like a baby. Don't you realize that other aunties are giving you candy, but Elven Sisters are giving you milk bottles?"
"I'm an Archmage!"
"It's the smell of magic, not the quantity or quality. This is something that is difficult to describe … You can just treat it as the appearance and smell of a human."
After that, Rorschach finally came to a realization. Or rather, he was in despair.
He didn't bother with age-related issues anymore. He carried his identity, work certificate, introduction letter, and recommendation letter with him. When he met a stranger, he would take the initiative to introduce himself before talking about business. This was to prevent the other party from misunderstanding … Just thinking about it made Rorschach feel sad and made others laugh.
But actually, his friends and colleagues didn't change much.
Pure-blooded Elves like Su Nanna and Adeline didn't change much even after seven years. Dragon-blooded Elves like Ariel had a lifespan that was even more ridiculous than normal Silver Elves.
As for high-level Blood Breeds like Isabella, seven years was probably just a long slumber.
The only obvious change was probably Archmage Ansolon … Ansolon's body had become even older. Ansolon no longer looked like an archmage in his sixties. Ansolon's face was covered in wrinkles and had a long beard that reached the ground. Anyone would believe that he was a two-hundred-year-old monster.
"A gorilla is considered very old at 40 years old. He's already seventy years old and has passed one-seventh of his lifespan. His soul affects his body, so he should be nearing the theoretical limit of his lifespan. Yep, theoretical lifespan. "
Why was it only theoretical lifespan? Rorschach couldn't tell an gorilla's age. However, Grandmaster had recently grown a pile of silver hair on his back. A silverback gorilla should be considered an old gorilla.
But considering that he was an Gorilla Warrior Saint … Yep, an Gorilla Warrior Saint who tempered his body to the limit. Monks were good at prolonging their lifespan. There were a bunch of three to four hundred years old legendary monks. Theoretical lifespan was never a problem.
"Ansorenne looks so old because he likes it that way."
Su Nanna's words hit the nail on the head. However, everyone already knew.
After all, a certain "long-bearded Archmage" was always looking for various "magical geniuses" on the streets. Using teaching them magic as bait, he would "brutally punish" them. This had already been on the city news several times.
Considering that "teaching magic" was Grandmaster's only pursuit and joy in life, there were quite a few new generation monks who were lucky enough to awaken "Qi" among his victims. The only thing Rorschach could do was to find a make-up team for Grandmaster to change the color of his beard and hair every day. This was to prevent him from being traced back to the Game Church's headquarters.
Lynn, Isabella, and the other undead species really didn't change much. They were as mysterious as ever. Even a corner of the Vila Nova Dônia district was developed into an undead district just like the other cities. There was a new group of people there.
On the other hand, a native human like Hermit changed a lot.
He joined the Game Church when he was fifteen or sixteen years old. After twelve or thirteen years of training, he was already the core of various departments and industries.
"It's time for them to shoulder the burden."
As for the rumors, Rorschach didn't hesitate to kick Hermit out of his position as a guard after he accidentally looked down on him. He transferred Hermit to another department to take up a leadership position … It didn't matter if others believed it or not. In any case, Rorschach didn't believe it himself.
In short, the core higher-ups of the Game Church didn't change. Everyone lived the same way they did in the past.
However, this city and this country were completely different.
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