"...You're quite the storyteller, aren't you?" Roselle remained silent for a full half-minute after hearing Lin Ruo's words, then suddenly spoke.
It was clear he already somewhat believed Lin Ruo, but his rationality was instinctively denying it.
"I don't care if you believe me now or not, anyway..." Lin Ruo smiled, deliberately not finishing the sentence.
"Anyway, what?" Roselle frowned immediately, asking.
"Nothing." Lin Ruo smiled and shook his head. He suddenly seemed to think of something and said, "Speaking of which, would you like to see photos of your daughter and younger son?"
"You have them?" Roselle was stunned, looking at Lin Ruo with surprise.
"I really do." Lin Ruo nodded, pulled out his wallet from his pocket, and then slowly and methodically took out the photos tucked inside, handing them over.
Roselle snatched the photos, half-believing, half-doubting. He saw that the picture was actually an oil painting, depicting a total of seven people, one of whom was the young man in front of him.
"No, if you're taking a photo, why draw it first and then photograph it?" Roselle was taken aback and couldn't help but ask Lin Ruo.
"Well, mainly because we didn't have a camera ready at the gathering, and later not everyone was present, and a re-shoot wouldn't have the same sense of ceremony, so we could only take a photo of an oil painting." Speaking of this, Lin Ruo sighed slightly with a hint of regret, explaining.
The photo he kept in his wallet was naturally the family portrait painted during the New Year. This painting, which held special significance for him, had been carried by Lin Ruo as a photo ever since the New Year.
"What's wrong with you..." Roselle couldn't help but complain, but when his gaze fell on the photo, he already believed what the person in front of him had said.
Because Roselle knew very well that cameras had not yet been invented in this world, so this guy in front of him really might be from the future.
Of course, Roselle still remained skeptical about the hundreds of Transmigrators he mentioned.
So he pursed his lips, looked at the photo, and asked, "Then which of these people are my children?"
"This is your eldest daughter, named Bernadette, and this is your younger son, named Bornova." Lin Ruo was naturally happy to point them out to him. Thanks to Ouroboros's superb painting skills, although the photo was of an oil painting, one could clearly see a person's likeness, with a similarity of over 90% to the Immortal Master.
"Bernadette... Bornova..." Roselle repeated the two names. It was hard to describe his current feelings.
Theoretically, Roselle didn't even have a wife yet, let alone children, so he shouldn't have any special feelings for these two future children, who were strangers now. But the truth was, looking at the two children in the photo, a strange feeling suddenly arose in Roselle's heart.
"These are my children, I am their... father?" Roselle's tone was slightly confused. He subconsciously tightened his grip on the photo in his hand, only to hear Lin Ruo's disapproving voice from beside him:
"Don't squeeze so hard, you'll ruin my photo."
Roselle suddenly woke up from his daze, and the photo in his hand was pulled away by Lin Ruo.
The latter, while taking the photo, didn't forget to say, "Actually, if you don't mind, I can draw you two sketches so you can slowly admire your children."
"Stingy." Roselle knew very well why Lin Ruo had taken the photo. After muttering quietly, he took a deep breath, calmed his somewhat complicated emotions, and then looked at Lin Ruo, saying, "I admit I believe you a little now..."
"Since you believe me, then do you mind clearing out a guest room for me in your house? I'll be staying here for a while. Of course, I don't mind telling you about the future either." Lin Ruo said, putting the photo back into his wallet.
"For example?" Roselle looked at him.
"For example, in the future, you'll be a playboy, and you'll even sleep with a Witch?" Lin Ruo looked at Roselle with a beaming smile and said.
"What? What's a Witch?" Roselle was stunned. Having just entered the extraordinary Domain, he clearly didn't know what a Witch was, nor was he as wild as he would be later. Although he had already attended noble balls and experienced the enthusiasm of noble ladies, compared to a few years later, he was still a naive young man.
Otherwise, Roselle wouldn't have wondered in his diaries during this period whether he was sleeping with noble ladies or being slept with.
"Witches, they're a type of Beyonder. Oh, and friendly reminder, Witches are basically men who have transformed into women." Lin Ruo naturally didn't hide anything, enthusiastically explaining.
Roselle's expression immediately stiffened, and then his eyes widened, "Then aren't they transgender?"
"Strictly speaking, no, because they are indeed women, they just used to be men." Lin Ruo corrected him seriously, "And your future self quite likes Witches, leaving behind the famous quote, 'The taste of a Demoness is not bad.' By the way, this quote has spread among the Transmigrator community, and we all think you're a true warrior." After speaking, Lin Ruo even gave Roselle a thumbs up.
"Damn it..." Roselle opened his mouth, and it took him a long time to utter a single sentence. It was clear he was bewildered by this cruel reality.
After all, both sleeping with a Witch and the fact that sleeping with a Witch was widely known, which basically amounted to social death, were quite shocking to the still naive Roselle.
And Lin Ruo, who was quite satisfied with this result and felt that today's torment had been fulfilled, didn't forget to add, "Oh, by the way, Bornova has inherited your characteristics in this regard very well. Perhaps you should be pleased about that?"
Roselle suddenly felt as if his vision went black.
This was not strange. Most parents, no matter how wild they themselves were, certainly wouldn't want their children to be wild.
"Then what about my daughter?" Roselle suddenly thought of something else, looked at Lin Ruo, and asked nervously.
"Don't be nervous, Beibei is a good child. She's not like you guys." Lin Ruo comforted him. Teasing Roselle was one thing, but when it came to Bernadette, he wouldn't speak carelessly.
"That's good..." Roselle immediately breathed a sigh of relief, then suddenly noticed something and looked sharply at Lin Ruo, "Wait, Beibei?"
"What's your relationship with... my daughter?" His expression was clearly that of an old father strictly guarding his precious daughter.
"Guess!" Lin Ruo blinked.
"Guess my ass!" Roselle gritted his teeth, looking at Lin Ruo as if he were a gigolo.
"Alright, I won't tease you anymore. Beibei and I aren't in the kind of relationship you're thinking of." Lin Ruo didn't intend to actually deceive Roselle on this matter, stating clearly, "I am Beibei's elder, and she usually calls me godfather."
Roselle was stunned.
Lin Ruo looked at him and smiled, "I truly came for you, because we are good friends in the future."
"Very good friends."