Arcanum: Chaos Path

Chapter 236 Amon was beaten again
"Tsk!" Medici made a slightly irritable sound, but did not refute Rowling's words. After all, he knew that Rowling's promotion speed was really fast. As for the statement of "wanting to see his mother", Medici simply ignored it.

Medici, accustomed to Rowling's outrageous remarks, could ignore his nonsense. However, the War Angel from the Fourth Age was clearly unfamiliar with his style. He was stunned for a moment when he heard Rowling's words, his eyes widening slightly. He then looked at Rowling, who had a matter-of-fact expression, and then at Medici, who seemed accustomed to this. Finally, he said in disbelief, "You're just going to let him talk nonsense like this?"

Hearing this, before Medici could even speak, Luo Lin became unhappy and said confidently, "How can you say that? Sasriel is your adopted mother, Xiaohong. Sasriel herself has admitted this."

"Sasriel obviously just can't win the argument with you." Medici rolled his eyes and said unhappily.

"That means you agree with my point of view." Luo Lin was not embarrassed at all. He looked at the War Angel with a smile, who was obviously shocked by this fact and looked surprised. He said, "Xiaohong, you don't have to be embarrassed. I understand!"

War Angel: ...

What do you understand?

"Okay, okay, I've got you covered." Medici rolled his eyes. Being a seasoned veteran, he didn't bother arguing with Rowling. He then looked at the War Angel, his thoughts etched in his mind as he said, "I don't know if you can change your destiny. Anyway, be careful next time..."

It can be seen that Medici probably has a lot to say, but these words can finally be summed up in one sentence: "Be careful."

"I know." The war angel no longer bothered about how to address Sasriel. Thinking of his future fate, a hint of gloom appeared in his eyes.

"Don't be so depressed. Although your fate of being boiled in a hot pot is difficult to change, Xiaohong, think positively. Knowing this fate in advance, you can at least report it to your true creator in advance. That way, when you die and become an evil spirit, Ouroboros can still visit you from time to time, so you won't be too bored." Luo Lin saw the atmosphere become heavy again, raised an eyebrow, and said with a smile:
"Although important points of fate are difficult to change, it's incredibly easy to alter such insignificant details. You could even set up a circus performing for you every day in the underground mausoleum."

"...This is a really good suggestion." The corner of the War Angel's mouth twitched.

"Right, right? If you're really bored, I can ask Mr. Men to send you his gossip books every day. To be honest, I've wanted those books for a long time, but unfortunately, I can only see incomplete versions now. You should be happy to see the complete version directly!" Luo Lin didn't think there was anything wrong with his suggestion. He said with a smile:
"After all, life has to go on. If you can't change the status quo, just make it as good as possible! And think more optimistically, your life isn't over for this lifetime. After a thousand years, a wise and powerful boss will naturally descend from the sky and save you from the dire situation. If you think about it this way, doesn't it give you hope for the future?"

"Wise and powerful, who is it?" Medici beside him showed a puzzled expression. He looked at Luo Lin and asked sincerely, "You?"

There is clearly not a single sarcastic word, yet sarcasm is everywhere.

"Why? Am I, your boss, not wise and brave enough?" Luo Lin was not embarrassed at all and showed confidence.

"As long as you're happy." Medici, having spent so much time with Rowling, had clearly already acquired a vocabulary of various sarcastic expressions. He then looked Rowling up and down, then shook his head, sighed, and said, "Alas, these days are really becoming increasingly hopeless."

"If there is no hope, I suggest you hang yourself!" Luo Lin did not tolerate him and said with a smile.

"I don't mind committing suicide, but I'm afraid that some evil organization will collapse without me." Medici crossed his arms, sneered, and said.

"It's okay. If you die, I can still pull you over to help me. You're not expensive anyway. I can definitely afford it with my current spiritual level." Luo Lin said with a smile.

The two sarcastic guys, each with their skills maxed out, exchanged barbs, fully demonstrating the "essential qualities of a top hunter" and the saying "good hunters are found elsewhere."

Seeing these two people bickering with each other, the war angel who was ignored on the side felt much relieved.

He glanced at Medici, then at Luo Lin, and suddenly smiled. "Alright, stop arguing." The War Angel then looked at Medici and said, "See, this is the consequence of being blind. It's useless for you to deny it."

He looked at Luo Lin again and said, "Admit it, you are a black-hearted boss and you deserve to be hanged."

All of a sudden, the War Angel attracted the hatred of both people.

"But..." The War Angel paused, looked at Luo Lin and added, "Your suggestion does make some sense. Life must go on... Haha!"

"Of course!" Luo Lin raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "But you adjusted faster than I thought. I thought you would cry and make a fuss for a while!"

"Even Ouroboros wouldn't cry or make a fuss when faced with trouble. Do you think I'm some fragile porcelain doll?" The War Angel sneered, then looked at Medici and said, "I no longer doubt your identity."

"You shouldn't have doubted it in the first place." Medici glanced at Him and said "tsk".

Luo Lin took out his pocket watch and glanced at it. Then he looked at the War Angel and said, "You have five minutes left. Do you need to go shopping in this era or meet someone you know?"

……

The War Angel did not choose to wander around in this strange era, perhaps because he was not interested, or perhaps simply because five minutes was too short to see anything.

In short, He very decisively chose to meet someone He knew—He found the nearest Amon clone and beat Him up.

"No, Medici, are you sick? How did I provoke you?" Amon's clone, who had just started working in Backlund and was beaten up shortly, cursed while holding the bumps on his head.

The war angel dusted himself off without explaining anything. He just felt refreshed, and even his fists were stronger.

Although Amon was not the culprit who caused him to cook hot pot, he was also an accomplice. Just a beating was considered a bargain for him. The War Angel did not think that there was anything wrong with his behavior.

Rowling emerged from the alien space with Medici. The former poked the bag on Amon's head curiously, while the latter smiled with a gloating look.

"...Two? Tsk, I was wondering why their strength wasn't right. Turns out they're from the past, Medici." Amon's clone was stunned for a moment when he saw the two red angels before him. Then he reacted and tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk. Just as he was about to say something else, he suddenly gasped, "Hiss, be gentle. I'm just a clone, but I feel pain too."

It turned out that Rowling poked too hard.

"Why are you here? I thought Backlund had no other Amon clones except little Amon. Are you up to something bad?" Rowling asked curiously. Facing this unfamiliar Amon clone, he was not nervous at all.

After all, if you really think about it, Amon should be the one who is nervous.

(End of this chapter)