Chapter 24: It’s hard to go back to work tomorrow*…
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To be honest, I have never thought about this question before.
To the gods, believers are like pebbles picked up accidentally by the river.
Only the most beautiful pebbles have the honor of being named, while more pebbles are drowned in silence and will never be remembered until they die.
God is omniscient and omnipotent, yet cruel and indifferent. For me, the time when I was believed in was even more distant. So much so that after meeting him, I completely forgot to ask his name. I was just immersed in the surprise that I actually had believers.
As for the others, the followers of the Lord of Light naturally wouldn't call me by my name to my face, and those elves have never had any interest in humans.
To be more precise, all immortal species have this problem. They call humans humans, and at most add "blonde humans", "red-haired humans", "believers of the Lord of Glory", "lackeys of the Lord of Darkness", and other such descriptions full of personal labels.
So, it was only at this point that I was stuck in the ultimate puzzle.
What exactly are cheap believers called?
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This question is actually easy to solve, just ask him himself. But due to my personal beliefs, I have never awakened the souls sleeping in the dunes.
The souls scattered in this world have already experienced too much suffering, and only the most exhausted will enter the sand dunes and sleep forever. As long as there is a breath of strength left, these devout believers will not care about their own safety and sacrifice their lives for the gods.
Therefore, I seldom disturb their peace.
Of course, there was another important reason. That was that I couldn't go back and ask him about it. So I used my clever brain and came up with a brilliant answer.
"It's a bit strange to call my name. Let me think... why don't you just call me brother?"
Sean looked at me suspiciously, with a hint of distrust in his eyes: "You look younger than me."
"Oh, call me brother."
"...elder brother."
Sean shouted reluctantly, and I raised the corners of my mouth and ruffled his hair hard.
Oh, can’t I subdue a little wolf like you?
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After finally making the little wolf cub smell good, it was time for bed.
I patted my bed and motioned for him to climb in. He looked at me with wide eyes, his face full of disbelief.
"We're going to sleep together?"
"Of course. There are other rooms, but you must be worried if that happens."
Wolves are very vigilant creatures. If I let him sleep alone on the first day of his arrival at a new residence, I would probably become an unreliable owner in his eyes from then on.
Faced with my matter-of-fact answer, Sean was speechless and silently climbed onto my bed.
The big, soft bed could easily accommodate two cubs. He was as nervous as a stone, lying motionless on the bed, his whole body tense.
I reached out and patted his head speechlessly: "Relax, this is not torture."
As my hand fell, Sean jumped up from the bed as if he was equipped with a spring and landed on the other side cautiously.
The golden eyes looked at me, and after a while, they relaxed and said slowly, "Okay."
"Come to bed."
I yawned and felt a little sleepy. We were covered with two quilts, respecting each other, with a clear distinction in the middle. I closed my eyes and fell asleep until something furry approached me in the middle of the night.
I patted the other person in a daze and said vaguely, "Go to sleep. I'm here."
The subordinate's head suddenly stiffened. Then he rubbed my palm silently. I thought it was all an illusion and closed my eyes peacefully.
The other's fangs crushed my neck, his warm breath fanned my skin, and I only needed to close my mouth to drink the secret brew of life.
He didn't say anything, but remained silent for a while. The little wolf moved away, as if he had really come over by accident, and lay down beside me with his eyes closed.
The warmth was transmitted through the skin that was so close to me, and it felt like there was a sun lying next to me.
What is it like to tame a wolf?
I guess there must be many players who want to know the answer to this question after it is posted on the forum.
My answer is, it's like holding a stove in your arms in winter. When he came to hug me in his crooked sleep, I helplessly discovered that the body temperature of a werewolf is really higher than that of a human.
Okay, I tolerate it.
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