"Mary has grown up too."
Ethan was filled with emotion.
The first time he met Mary was in an anomalous contaminated zone, where she was just a little girl whose limbs froze in terror and eyes glazed over at the sight of a bench turning into a bug.
"Anyone would grow up fighting the Evil God for a lifetime."
Lindong, sitting beside him, spoke, although her attention wasn't on Carlo in the "birdcage", nor did she spare Mary a glance, "What's with your outfit?"
Upon hearing this, Ethan adjusted his clothes and tie.
He rarely dressed so formally, as this outfit was easy to soil, inconvenient for adventurers on the road, and offered almost no defense; in a game, it would be the kind of item priced at tens of Golden Lions in major cities that no player would ever buy.
But today was different.
"I'll be appearing as a witness soon. It's not good to dress sloppily."
"Turn your head so I can see."
"Hmm?"
