Old Pharaoh stares at Ethan with a slight sideways glance.

　　Ethan stared at the Old Pharaoh as well.

　　The principles of this marvellous tactic were undoubtedly beyond his imagination, but it didn't matter, he just had to be able to use them.

　　"I wouldn't mind teaching you the theory of spell casting, but I must also confess that I really don't see any magical talent in you at the moment." The Old Master of Law opened his mouth and said indifferently, "It doesn't really matter, you can completely make up for this flaw with a long life span, or find ways to change yourself over the course of your long life. But there is one thing that is fatal-"

　　"The most basic and important point of becoming a mage, a strong desire to learn, I do not currently see it in you."

　　"Perhaps, it is because you are too old." The old mage paused the ground with his staff. "Every newborn baby is full of curiosity about this world, he will always be excited to explore everything in this world, but unfortunately, if no one retains this inquisitiveness in him, after tens of thousands of times of asking questions and having them perfunctorily answered, he will become a person who takes the world for granted, he will get used to the rules and likenesses of the world, and won't bother to ask what it is anymore, and won't go back to the question of why it is the way it is."

　　"He falls back into the mundane, he gets stuck in the trivial, and if he doesn't come out of it, he'll never be a good spellcaster again." The old mage said as he kept his eyes on him.

　　"......" Ethan didn't answer.

　　It seemed that he had somehow been hit by a space-time node, and then he had to start running for the two goals of "peace on Earth" and "guests from other times not being starved to death". But now this Old Master has told him in two words that these still can't change his salted fish nature, at most, it only makes him become a special salted fish.

　　If what this Old Dharma Master said was true, he also possessed a very long lifespan, and for a salted fish, this seemed to have only made it more difficult to mingle and die.

　　"What then?" Ethan asked.

　　"Maybe magic isn't always for you." The old lawgiver said, "You're going to live a long life anyway, so you can take your time and choose one of the other paths."

　　"Weak question, with my talent, how long would it take me to learn in magic to the point where I know languages at will like you?"

　　"Hmm?" The Old Master of Law looked him over carefully, "10,000 years or so, but the truth is it could be a bit shorter, and I can't confirm at what point you'd be exposed to something that could change your own conditioning."

　　"And how long did it take you?"

　　"Me? The spell didn't exist in the world when I learnt magic, so I don't have a reference point." The old mage shook his head with a honeyed smile, "But taking a mage in our world who can pass the mage exams, it's about five or six years to learn it from scratch to the point where you can use this spell."

　　"......"

　　Ethan was devastated.

　　"Right!" Ethan suddenly remembered something, his eyes eagerly staring at Old Master Fa, "Lord Fa, since your world is a magical civilisation ...... are there spells that bring people back from the dead?"

　　"Resurrect from the dead?" Master Fa looked at him and narrowed his eyes, "No wonder your temperament is so low, have you recently lost a loved one?"

　　"Yes, my parents just passed away unexpectedly."

　　"I'm so sorry." The Old Law Master bowed his head and continued, "We have many medical techniques that can save a person who died accidentally not long ago, provided that the corpse is not badly damaged. Although the necessary medical equipment is lacking right now, I'm still happy to give it a try. I wonder if your parents ......"

　　Ethan's face turned hard for a moment, "But what if it's already cremated?"

　　"Then there's nothing that can be done." The old lawman said faintly.

　　"Aren't you ...... a mysterious civilisation? There's no other way?" Ethan remained undeterred.

　　"Necromancy spells aimed at ordinary humans have fatal flaws, and their private use is strictly prohibited by international law." The Old Master of Law seemed to have read his thoughts and said bluntly, then added after a pause, "And the rules of the world are different, in your world, the speed of the soul's dissipation may be faster than the rotting of the flesh, so unfortunately, the knowledge and ability I have is not enough to help you for the time being."

　　Ethan was greatly disappointed, but luckily, he had long since grown to accept this fact these days.

　　"Is there any other way then?"

　　"This I can't give you a definite answer, there are infinite possibilities in the world, and a person can only control limited knowledge even after a lifetime." Old Master Fa calmly said, "The physical body is the carrier of life, the soul is the backup of the physical body, together they record a life. We also once thought that they could not be copied and replaced, but then the rapid development of the times proved that it was just our previous technology that was insufficient. Now we have proved that the flesh can re-breed the soul, and according to the soul can remake the body, but who knows if the world still records every life that passes through it in another way that we don't know."

　　Ethan was a little lost, but got the general idea.

　　The old lawman glanced at him and smiled without saying more, turning to survey the facade of the guesthouse.

　　"From the decor of this house, it appears to be an inn?" He changed the subject.

　　"Yes. My parents ran the inn when they were alive."

　　"Hmm." The old lawgiver nodded, "That's just right."

　　"Eh ......"

　　"I'd like to go out and get acquainted with your world, is that okay with you?" Old Pharaoh looked at him solicitously.

　　"It's not like I can stop you." Ethan spread his hands helplessly.

　　"But you should learn to stop me." Old Master Law got serious and seemed to be playing the role of a mentor, "A lot of people coming across the border in the future aren't simple characters, and if you can't learn to control them, they'll make a mess."

　　"Good!" Ethan nodded gravely, "Then I'll forbid you to leave this place as the head of the Time and Space Transit Station."

　　The Old Law Master stood still and looked at him helplessly.

　　"Alright, why don't you change your clothes before you go out." Ethan said, "This clothes on you, it is really a bit strange, and ...... too much like a beggar."

　　"Do you have extra clothes here?"

　　"No." Ethan was baffled, "I have them at home, I'll bring them to you tomorrow."

　　"Is it okay if I go upstairs first then?"

　　"Make yourself at home."

　　"Good."

　　Old Law turned and headed upstairs.

　　Ethan sat inside the counter, looked at the time it was past eleven, and sent Elaine a message telling her he wasn't going back tonight.

　　That's when he remembered that the roof of the building was locked.

　　But that shouldn't be too hard for that old lawman, should it?

　　"Shuttling from other worlds, what a skill!" Ethan was still in awe even now.

　　It was beyond his understanding, but he was pretty quick to accept what had happened to him.

　　Rooftop.

　　Old Master Fa easily opened the plum blossom lock that locked the iron grill door on the roof of the building without any psychological burden, and then stood on the edge of the rooftop to look into the distance.

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　　The brightly lit city was reflected in his somewhat cloudy eyes, a building was stacked on the ground like blocks, the roads and bridges lit up by streetlights were like a glowing belt, vehicles travelled like flowing water, neon illuminated the night sky as well, and there were aeroplanes with flashing points of light flying by.

　　Light shook in his eyes.

　　A rudimentary material-technological civilisation.

　　The Old Pharaoh lowered his head, inexplicably touched by something.

　　When he looked up into the night sky again, there were suddenly more images in his pupils, as if time had reversed, a thousand years in a flash.

　　The first ancient ape stood up from the forest, and the first colony left that vast grassland.

　　Hunting became breeding, conflict became war.

　　Villages became nations, symbols became poems, calls became songs.

　　Order was perfected, culture sublimated.

　　Viruses raged, technology evolved, the sound of camel bells brought communication, and insatiable desires sparked world wars.

　　Every civilisation has pretty much travelled the road ......

　　After a long time, the old mage withdrew his gaze and let go of his staff, which stood peacefully beside him without falling.

　　A complicated and inexplicable symbol began to flicker in his eyes again, constantly changing more and more.

　　After a long moment, he sighed, "Rules ......"

　　This universe never seemed to have seen a civilisation system similar to theirs, at best, someone had imagined legends whose outward manifestations were more similar to theirs. The rules of this world were unfamiliar to him, suppressing his abilities to a very low level, and it would probably take some time for him to slowly adapt to them. Fortunately, he himself had already reached a high level and had experience in cross-border travelling, otherwise if he had been a lesser mage, I'm afraid he wouldn't have been able to use even a single low-level spell, and would have been left with nothing but his hands full.

　　Turning around and walking down the stairs, he asked Ethan for a room card, and walked back to his room-

　　A modernly decorated single room with a one-metre-eight bed and a long simple table embedded in the wall with a chair, a single sofa, and appliances such as an LCD TV, air conditioner, kettle and hairdryer. The window was not too small, with a floating bay window, and the bathroom was not too big or too small, more than enough to be used as a bath.

　　He found soaps in the bathroom with " Warm Heart Pavilion" written on them, leaving him dumbfounded and shaking his head.

　　Walking over to the long table, the old fae pulled out a chair and sat down, casually clicking his hand and a hovering transparent screen frame appeared in the air - littered with unfamiliar text, and new text pulsating.

　　"June 1385 of the New Calendar, came to a strange world and found a newly awakened space-time node, close to the world, and that space-time node has merged with a living being."

　　"......"

　　"The experiment proves that space-time nodes are irrefutably different. In addition the space-time node is controlled by the living spirit in a fused manner, and the living spirit exists in a manner similar to the 'consciousness of the space-time node', the specifics of which are to be investigated subsequently. There is a discrepancy between space-time nodes fused with living beings and those without masters, and it is not yet possible to prove whether the fusion causes the discrepancy or the discrepancy causes the fusion ......"

　　One by one the text surfaces as if it were writing about experimental data, but more like an experiential reflection.

　　Meanwhile there were already many, many texts on this, all about space-time nodes. Most of the time Old Pharaoh would add something to the back of it, or sometimes he would scroll up and insert some words in the middle, or change something.

　　And Ethan remained at the counter, waiting for twelve o'clock to arrive, and thinking at the same time, feeling unusually tired.

　　He was a salted fish, why should he shoulder the responsibility of a superhero? He was powerless, how should he deal with those time-travelling bigwigs in the future?

　　It seems that the Old Master upstairs is the only person he can rely on at the moment!

　　As soon as twelve o'clock passed, he went online with his own hotel on the major platforms, glorified the hotel introduction, and also went upstairs to sleep.

　　Ethan had rightfully not slept well.

　　He hadn't slept well in over ten days, but last night was especially bad.

　　The time nodes, the old wizard, the otherworldly travellers that would pop up again at some point, all made him feel extraordinarily distracted. Tricky, agitated, apprehensive, excited, all sorts of emotions were going through his head, making him toss and turn and toss and turn until he fell into a deep sleep late into the night.

　　Ethan thought a lot.

　　He didn't think about the fact that he could change the fate of Earth any day now, he just wanted to live out his life uneventfully. He would also never be a nanny for those travelling through the world, at most a somewhat special innkeeper.

　　After falling asleep, he had a dream.

　　In the dream, there were many high mountains, one after another, and many rivers, a hundred of which flowed into the sea, as if he had switched perspectives, travelled countless unfamiliar roads, and looked at countless magnificent landscapes.

　　He was woken up by his alarm clock just at dawn.

　　Ethan had cycled to get breakfast and come home.

　　Elaine was rightfully not up yet, and he entered and put a breakfast on the table, then went into the empty master bedroom to grab two sets of his father's clothes before he breezed out again.

　　Returning to the hotel, he knocked on Old Master Fa's door and handed over the clothes and breakfast, ''My clothes will look weird on you, these are my father's old clothes, so if you don't mind take them and wear them for a couple of days. Here's breakfast, and I don't know if you're comfortable with it."

　　Saying that, Ethan looked the old Frenchman up and down again and said, "It might be a little short on you, but not by much."

　　Father was over one metre eight, which was considered tall within the older generation of southerners, but this old Frenchman looked pale, yet he was at least one metre nine, about the same height as Ethan. Luckily, his father was a bit chubby and bought his clothes a bit bigger.

　　The old farrier in the patched robes took the clothes and smiled, "Many thanks."

　　"You're welcome. If you want to go out remember to change your clothes, the hotel will officially open today, I don't know if there will be any guests, if you let others see you wearing the clothes you are wearing now, they will probably treat you as a psychopath." Ethan said, "If nothing happens, I will recruit a cleaning aunt and cashier in two days, you'd better not miss the trap in front of her, otherwise it will be troublesome."

　　"I know." Old Master Fa looked at him lightly and added, "It's to have this kind of attitude now, this kind of tone, a very equal dialogue, to tell future visitors what to do and what not to do."

　　"......" Ethan closed the door directly.

　　This old Frenchman was afraid that he had been a tutor at a magic academy when he was young!