"Why do you say Frostbutterfly calls your father instead of 'Senpai'?"

To this question, Birch, who was packing up her tent and saluting, blinked, and she turned the small parasol in her hand with some distress, which looked like a large mushroom: "I don't know...... However, in addition to referring to all the goblins who are older than themselves, in fact, in formal occasions, they also refer to the goblins who 'shape themselves' and lead their own growth. ”

"In human culture, that's probably parents. However, the birth of our goblins does not need the help of other goblins, so we have to correspond, but in fact, we can't correspond...... It can only be said that for hundreds of years, there have not been many humans who can shape the goblins, and you are a special case. ”

This is not surprising. Even if there are people who have cultivated to the third level of the goblin bloodline, or even completely transformed into goblins, they may not be able to fully integrate into the goblin culture, at most, they will pass on the essentia structure of goblins to their children and create a goblin family.

In this way, this is the relationship between parents and children, and of course it is not a seniority in the popular sense.

"Is that so, then I probably understand."

Ian nodded slightly, he was not distressed, whether Frost Butterfly called his father or senior, it was all the same title, he was surprised for a moment at most, but he didn't feel inconvenient.

He looked at the ice butterfly sitting on the hollow armor, and the newborn fairy girl was looking around the surrounding woods with a pair of clear golden eyes, as if she was reacquainted with this familiar and somewhat strange world.

Although her face was expressionless, the strange ice wings behind her swirled, proving that she was in a rather happy mood.

The newborn fairy girl, according to tradition, was named Frostbutterfly Ian Birch. Or Birch Ian. Anyway, according to the order of fairy culture, this is not important, what matters is the relationship between 'oneself' and 'the one who guided oneself to the world'.

"Come, let's go!"

At this moment, Birch also packed all her belongings - it was a compressed box that was a little larger than herself, and Ian was keenly aware that Birch's box also used some unique inscription technology...... It's probably a similar technique to the Church of Spiritual Machines and the 'Aether Transformation Inscription' that he used on the Heavy Abyss Iron Sword.

It is this technique that goblins rely on to carry their belongings and travel around the continent.

The elegant fairy lady sat on a huge iron box shaped like a royal chair suspended beneath her, comfortably urging her luggage chair to fly forward: "Where is your destination next?" ”

"Imperial Capital."

Ian replied, looking at the chair beneath him, curious about the technology, "Miss Irradius, are you going with us?" ”

"Of course!"

Hua Di said as a matter of course: "Frost Butterfly is my junior!" It's not been long since I got my Shaper Certificate, and she's my first junior! ”

"I'm sure I'm going to stay with her until Frostbutterfly becomes a qualified goblin!"

- What about the mission? What about the mission to the Port Harrison South Sea Labyrinth?

Ian glanced at Frost Butterfly, who was happily shaking her head on her shoulder, and decided not to ask.

Honestly, the task really doesn't matter. He could have told the other party the identity of the master of the labyrinth, and then put a mark on the birch, so that she could freely pass through the Great Labyrinth, and by the way, go to the Ruins Ice Abyss, which is the original cooling vault, to see the situation of the primordial fairy community.

Although the situation has changed dramatically, the elves are quite resilient species, and Ian had observed them before leaving the South Seas, and found that the ice elves were now hot water elves, and they were living quite happily.

Frostbutterfly may be the only remaining ice elf in the elf gathering.

"Since you are going to the imperial capital, you must go to Bad Station. I'll show you the way. ”

Just as Ian was thinking, Birch was also planning the next trip, she patted the luggage under her, turned the seat-shaped box, and waved her umbrella to Frostbutterfly with a smile while flying backwards: "Come here, Frostbutterfly, I'll teach you a little trick!" ”

Frostbutterfly glanced at Ian, and when she saw the boy nodding, she smiled and flew over with a cool breeze.

"Ah, now look closely, you're really good-looking......"

Birch looked at Frost Butterfly's face, and then let out a cheer: "Very good, it proves that my understanding of beauty has been passed on!" ”

"Shaping ...... Appearance...... Seniors and juniors......"

Looking at the two goblins flying in front of him, Ian vaguely understood that this was actually a kind of inheritance of goblins, a unique culture.

Goblins do not have a 'bloodline' in the usual sense, and in their own bodies, as well as all the so-called people who hold 'goblin blood', are essentially turning their bodies into a 'goblin body' controlled by real goblins, and only when they reach the third energy level, the soul is sublimated, and after condensing the heart light body, the sublimation of the goblin bloodline can truly appreciate the essence of this inheritance.

But how few sublimators are there in the third level? There are even fewer people who practice the goblin bloodline. The goblin lineage focuses on the soul, and their bodies only have their unique essentia structure and inscription design, and the vast majority of goblin lineage practitioners only have 'goblin-like powers', but they have never been able to understand the spirit and core of the goblin essence.

Therefore, Birch didn't even feel that Ian wasn't a real goblin at first, because Ian's way of thinking was completely different from most humans who chose the goblin bloodline - his thinking was quite special, special like a real goblin, and he also had psionic powers.

Now, the boy vaguely understood.

The birth and inheritance of goblins, reincarnation and shaping, are completely different from flesh and blood. Their very existence is a form of life that is very different from that of human beings who reproduce both sexes.

In other words, elves are indifferent to the things humans care about, because what they really need to pass on is 'memes' rather than 'genes'.

The latter is necessary for human beings to reproduce and produce offspring, and it is also the reason itself.

But the elves value things that others think are ethereal, such as 'names', such as 'appearances'...... The impression that elves can give at first glance, such as birch, the mixture of 'beauty and delicacy', the concept of 'freedom and pleasure', this vague impression that exists, is what they really want.

- Why is it called that? Why do you have such a look? Why did you choose such a posture to appear in this world? Why do we have such persistence and ideals?

The elves want someone to be curious about this kind of question, and they want someone to be interested in their 'choices' and 'ideas'.

Leprechauns want to be remembered for themselves, whether it's their looks or their thoughts. So most of the goblins are too beautiful to forget, and they have a maverick in their actions.

Passing on these things is a top priority for the elves, even more so than the importance that humans attach to the continuation of their own bloodline.

At the end of the day, it's because people who don't value bloodlines may have children too, and goblins who don't value thoughts and memes will only end up returning their memories to the elves and will never resurface in the world.

This is the goblin, the inheritor of beauty and memes.

Back in the town of Yellow Vine, Ian took the camel beast from the inn, took all his luggage, and set off with Birch.

All the way north.