Arcanum: Chaos Path

Chapter 258 Adam's Shame
"How about I get Amon to form a band and play some music and sing along?"

Hearing Luo Lin's words, Medici glanced at him, imagining the scene in his mind, and the smile on his lips became more wanton. He then said slowly: "Remember to take pictures."

"Of course, how could I miss Adam's dark history!" Rowling looked as if to say, "Do I need you to remind me of this?"

He then enthusiastically discussed various plans to persecute Adam with Medici for a while, then yawned and said a little sleepily, "I'm so sleepy. No, I have to go catch up on some sleep."

No matter how deep Luo Lin's spirituality was, he could not withstand the double summons from the Archon of Death and the Angel of Illusion. Although his spirituality had not been completely exhausted, it was almost exhausted, so he naturally felt sleepy.

Medici glanced at him, pointed to the left, and said, "The third room on your left is the guest room. If you need anything, ask the Aurora Society for it."

"OK OK!" Luo Lin made an OK sign to Medici, yawning as he walked towards the door. Just as he was about to leave, he seemed to have thought of something, paused, looked back at Medici, and warned him, "Don't fight with Adam. I don't have the energy to support you right now."

Medici almost rolled his eyes when he heard this and said angrily, "Do you think I'm a powder keg that explodes at any moment? If I were really that impulsive, I would have started a fight with Him a long time ago."

At this point, Medici's smile suddenly turned self-deprecating, and he said, "Don't worry, I understand forbearance better than you do."

Rowling glanced at him and said nothing more. He was really sleepy, so he waved to Medici and went to the next room to catch up on his sleep.

"Click——"

With the sound of the door closing, Medici was the only one left in the study. He stood there without saying a word. Medici's gaze seemed to be fixed on the information on the table, but a closer look revealed that his pupils were unfocused, clearly in a daze.

"Tsk!" Medici suddenly made a tsk sound in annoyance. He then took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it and took a puff. The faint mint flavor filled his mouth, making Medici's brain more clear.

Medici just stood there, smoking one mint cigarette after another, and soon his supply was gone.

"This stuff is quite addictive." Medici said suddenly, not knowing whether to praise or scold, holding the last mint leaf between his fingers. He suddenly raised his eyes and looked in a certain direction, then raised the corner of his mouth with a mocking smile and said:

"Why, even though you know I won't forgive you, you're still going to come and apologize to me?"

The blond priest appeared silently in front of Medici. He glanced at the cigarette butts scattered on the ground in front of Medici, frowned slightly, and said, "You should throw the cigarette butts into the ashtray. It's too dirty now."

Medici paused, the mint cigarette between his fingers deformed at this moment due to the force. Medici looked up at Adam in front of him and suddenly laughed:
"Ha! What should I call you now, the Angel of Imagination? The Sun God? Or Adam?"

"They are all me, ultimately." Adam's golden eyes turned to him, his expression a bit like a sigh as he said, "You clearly know this, don't you? That's why you're so... miserable, Medici."

"Enough!" Medici's expression turned cold, like a hedgehog that had its entire body erected for defense after being poked in the soft abdomen. He looked at Adam, his expression then turned mocking, and said, "Sometimes I really think I should learn from Amon."

Amon and Medici differed on whether the true Creator, Adam, and other beings were equal to the Sun God. Simply put, Amon refused to acknowledge any other god besides the original Sun God. In Amon's eyes, anything less than 100% godlike was a fake. "I don't mind you treating me like Amon," Adam replied calmly. His golden eyes gazed at Medici with a hint of warmth, "If that would free you."

"You're still the same, huh!" Medici suddenly laughed. He looked at Adam, meeting his eyes. "I was wondering how much you'd change after gaining humanity, but you're still the same. From a pure divine puppet, you've become a puppet with a bit of warmth."

Adam did not refute his words, but just looked at him quietly, with a hint of sadness and sigh in his golden eyes.

He suddenly said, "I'm sorry, Medici."

"In the Fourth Age, I betrayed you and hurt you. I broke your trust and your loyalty."

Medici was stunned. Even though he was prepared in his heart, he was still stunned when he actually heard the apology.

Then Medici didn't know what was happening to him. He just couldn't control himself and started laughing. The louder he laughed, the more he laughed. At the end, his whole body was shaking.

Adam still looked at him quietly without saying a word.

Medici stopped laughing quietly under such a gaze. His face suddenly became expressionless, as if all his emotions had been consumed by the laughter just now.

Medici looked up at Adam and said, "Okay, I heard your apology. Now what? Do you want me to forgive you?"

"I don't need you to forgive me." Adam shook his head. He looked at Medici and said, "I just hope this will make you feel better. This is what my humanity desires."

"If you really want to make me feel better, fine. Let me stab you, then hang you from a streetlight with a sign next to you saying 'This is a necessary sacrifice'..."

Medici remained expressionless. He looked at Adam and repeated the plan he had discussed with Luo Lin before: "Amon will compose background music for you. Which song do you like? How about a funeral song?"

After hearing what he said, Adam lowered his eyes. He didn't look surprised, but he didn't agree right away.

"It seems that our great Mr. Adam also has a sense of shame!" Medici finally stopped being expressionless. He sneered, then took out an apple from somewhere and took a bite. The force was as if he was biting off someone's flesh.

Adam looked up at him, then sighed helplessly, and continued: "The front part is okay, but the back part is not."

Medici raised an eyebrow. He looked at Adam, understood what he said, and said in disbelief, "You really have a sense of shame!"

Medici understood that Adam meant that it was okay to stab Him, but it was not okay to hang Him from a street lamp, put a sign on it, and let Amon compose music for Him.

(End of this chapter)