Vivian went straight to the point and proposed going to see the ruins. Jean Lucas was somewhat surprised. "Are you interested in this as well?"
"You mean the Day of Return?" Vivian raised an eyebrow. "I'm not interested in the Day of Return. I'm interested in the ruins themselves—after all, I came from that era, so I'm curious which old fellow's grave you dug up this time. Maybe I'll even see something familiar."
Vivian was quite dependable whenever she got down to business. Naturally, she couldn't mention the real reason everyone was interested in the ruins, but she could always find a whole host of legitimate reasons for Jean Lucas to open them up. He had no objections either. "Of course. You are an elder of the Bloodkin, the oldest one to have survived from the Mythical Era. No one is more qualified than you to enter those ruins. Actually, we also invited other ancient beings who are qualified, such as Hesperis, the Orthodox Successor of the Hellenic Peninsula, and Ganrudal, another guardian from the Mythical Era. However, they refused. I hope you can understand that this isn't because we are being discourteous."
"Oh, that's a minor matter. That sly old fox Hesperis is waiting for you to figure out a safe route, while Ganrudal is only interested in raising birds on his own body." As she spoke, Vivian pointed at Hao Ren and the others beside her. "What I'm saying is—these people are going in too. None of them are Bloodkin."
Sure enough, Jean's expression turned subtle as soon as he heard that. The agreeable look he had worn earlier froze awkwardly on his face.
"These people are your friends?" Jean curiously studied the most conspicuous person among them, King Izax. "May I ask what races they belong to?"