Chapter 687: I See You as a Brother, but You Want to Be My Son-in-Law

The young man supporting his wife clearly froze when he heard that. He seemed to be trying to figure out if he’d just heard things.

Earth, Earth?

“OH!!!”

The realization hit him, and his eyes widened.

The man gently tugged on his wife’s clothes, his face a mask of disbelief. “Honey, honey, did you hear that? He said Earth, right? It was really Earth? I’m not just hearing things, am I?”

The woman standing next to him nodded slightly and said softly, “Yes, I heard it. The senior just mentioned Earth.”

She had only ever heard of this place, Earth, from her husband. It was his hometown, a place said to be very far away. She never expected to hear its name from someone else. ‘It seems this senior and my husband are from the same place.’

Having gotten confirmation, the man supporting his wife grew very excited.

He really hadn’t been hearing things.

The man looked toward Javier Sinclair, his expression thrilled and his eyes shining. The moment he opened his mouth, he gave a code phrase: “Imperial Jade Liquid Wine.”

Javier Sinclair glanced at him and replied nonchalantly, “One hundred and eighty a cup.”

That’s it, that’s it!

The code matched.

Hearing the familiar exchange, the man raised his hand and made a dramatic, nerdy gesture. “Heavenly king covers the earthly tiger.”

Javier Sinclair glanced at him and returned, “Pagoda subdues the river demon.”

‘Good thing I’ve been to my wife’s hometown, Earth,’ Javier thought. ‘Otherwise, I’d have no idea what this guy is talking about.’

The man continued.

“The new waves of the river push the old.”

“And the old waves die on the shore.”

“What do you call a place of learning on Earth?”

“School.”

“Right, right, school.”

“Come on, recite the multiplication table.”

‘Father-in-law, are you serious?’

‘He wants me to recite the multiplication table the moment we meet. It’s a good thing I’ve been to Earth, or I wouldn’t even know what a multiplication table is.’

He spoke up, “Is that really necessary?”

The other man chuckled. “Yes, yes, it’s a must! But reciting the whole thing is a bit much. I’ll just quiz you on a few!”

He paused for a moment, then asked, “What’s three times seven?”

“Twenty-one.”

“What’s five times eight?”

“Forty.”

“What’s five times seven?”

“Thirty-five.”

“What’s seven times seven?”

“Forty-nine.”

“What’s nine times nine?”

“Eighty-one.”

The moment he finished speaking, the man before him stepped forward and grabbed his hands, his expression ecstatic.

“A countryman! I’ve finally met a countryman!”

Seeing him so worked up, Javier Sinclair began, “Um, you might have misunderstood.”

He was immediately cut off. “No, I haven’t misunderstood anything! When folks from back home meet, their eyes fill with tears. Brother, you came at just the right time. I can’t thank you enough for today.”

“Good heavens, do you have any idea what I’ve been through all these years? How’d you get here, brother? I transmigrated from the toilet at home. One moment I’m there, the next I open my eyes and I’m in the middle of some deep, ancient forest. I was even getting bullied and chased by a red-eyed rabbit! Thank god I met my wife. Otherwise, I would have been a goner.”

Javier Sinclair raised a hand to stop him.

“Wait, let me say something.”

The man looked up slightly.

“Go ahead, brother.”

‘Brother?’

‘I don’t deserve that title from him!’

With that in mind, Javier Sinclair said, “Actually, I didn’t transmigrate.”

The man froze, taking a step back in disbelief. “That’s impossible! Brother, you and I are from the same place. If you didn’t transmigrate, how did you get here? Did you reincarnate and get born here?”

Hearing this,

Javier Sinclair shook his head slightly.

“Neither.”

Meeting his father-in-law’s curious gaze, he explained, “I’m not from Earth, but my wife is.”

The man’s face lit up with understanding. “Oh, I see! So you’re not my countryman, your wife is! By that logic, we’re still our own people.”

Javier Sinclair raised an eyebrow slightly.

‘My own people? Well, he’s not wrong to think that. We really are our own people—family, in fact. A very close family.’

The auras of these two shared the same bloodline as his wife. In other words, on his very first day in the Ancient Times, he had run into his parents-in-law.

At that moment, his father-in-law asked, “What’s your name, brother? Let me introduce myself, I’m Noah Grant.” He glanced at his wife and gestured. “This is my wife, Elara Eastwood.”

Javier Sinclair replied, “Javier Sinclair.”

Noah Grant clapped him on the shoulder. “Great name! It sounds like a big shot’s name right off the bat. Unlike mine—Noah Grant. It’s so plain and ordinary. Sounds like I’m destined to be cannon fodder.”

Noah Grant had initially thought Javier Sinclair was from his hometown. Even though he knew that wasn’t the case now, his wife was, which was basically the same thing. So, he was much more relaxed around Javier now, enough to offset the shock of having just seen him obliterate a Greater Demon with a wave of his hand.

His gaze fell on Javier Sinclair, his face full of gratitude. “Brother, thank you for saving us today. I don’t know how I can ever repay such a great kindness. This is everything I own. Please take it as a small token of my thanks.”

Javier Sinclair looked at the Storage Ring being offered to him and shook his head slightly. “No need. You said it yourself—we’re our own people. If I took your things, could we still be considered that? Take it back. I don’t need it.”

Noah Grant’s heart warmed at his words.

‘This brother in front of me might look hard to get along with, but he’s a really good person.’ Thinking this, he didn’t press the matter.

“Alright, from now on, we’re our own people.”

“Oh, right, you have to introduce me to your wife sometime. It’s been over a hundred years since I’ve heard any news about Earth. It’s so rare to meet a countryman in another world. I have to meet her.”

Javier Sinclair didn’t know how to respond to that.

‘Introduce his wife to her own father? I can’t do that! Even if I could, I shouldn’t.’

However, he simply nodded slightly, his face unreadable as he replied, “When there’s a chance in the future, I’ll definitely let you meet.”

As for how far “in the future” that would be… it would be a very, very long time from now—long enough to cross the river of time itself.

Noah Grant’s gaze fell upon his wife. She was still injured. Though it wasn’t serious, she still needed to go back and get treatment.

His gaze shifted back to Javier Sinclair.

“Brother, my wife is still injured and needs to go back to soak in a medicinal spring, so we can’t stay here long. My home is nearby. Why don’t you come back with us for a bit? It would be a good chance for me to show you some hospitality.”

The woman beside Noah Grant smiled and clasped her hands in a respectful gesture toward Javier Sinclair. “Yes! Our home isn’t far. If Senior doesn’t mind, you’re welcome to visit our humble home.”