Arcanum: Chaos Path

Chapter 276 Polite Crow Amon

For Klein, learning to imitate Medici wasn't a difficult task. After all, they had lived together for such a long time. Klein knew all of Medici's habits, though not everything.

But when trying to play the role of Medici, Klein had to admit that he encountered some minor difficulties - mainly because Medici's level of sarcasm was too high, and he attacked everyone indiscriminately. Although Klein himself had the potential to be a hunter, for moral reasons he would not attack others for no reason or say hurtful words.

But Mr. Fool was a man of great conviction, so he quickly overcame this small difficulty, successfully passed Medici's assessment, and obtained permission to perform.

"To be recognized by Medici, it seems that you have learned well." Rowling, who was wearing a Lucifer vest, looked at Klein, who was wearing a Medici vest in front of him. After a slightly critical look, he said something as if praising him.

"What else do you think?" Klein almost subconsciously glanced at Lucifer. It was clearly just a very ordinary rhetorical question, but it made people feel ridiculed for no reason, and the main effect was that the level of sarcasm was maxed out.

Klein's body then stiffened, finally coming back to his senses from his habitual acting. He immediately said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Lucifer, I didn't mean to mock you."

"...Haha!" Luo Lin smiled at this, then raised his eyebrows and said, "Not bad, you've learned the essence."

Klein couldn't help but flinch at his smile, sweating profusely.

He really didn't mean to mock Mr. Lucifer. It was just a habit for him to play the role of Medici, so he mocked him subconsciously.

While Klein felt bitter in his heart, he couldn't help but admire Medici.

He mocked everyone indiscriminately like this. How on earth had he survived this long without being beaten to death?

"So, he's been cooked into a hot pot." Rowling glanced at Klein, as if he could see what he was thinking, and said with a half-smile.

Klein: ...

Yes, he almost forgot that Medici died once.

"What hot pot? Is it the kind of hot pot we usually eat?" Little Amon next to him asked in confusion.

Although he had learned a lot of mystical knowledge and had been briefed on the history of the Fourth Age, because the person who taught him history was Will, this experienced guy naturally could not use the description of being boiled in a hot pot to describe the fall of the Red Angel.

Luo Lin glanced at Little Amon, then smiled and said, "This question involves Xiaohong's privacy. If you want to know, you can ask yourself."

Upon hearing this, Klein hesitated and glanced at Rowling. Perhaps feeling guilty, he pulled Little Amon aside and reminded him, "Medici really doesn't like people bringing up this matter. You'd better not ask him."

Letting the accomplice who caused Medici to be boiled in a hot pot ask the victim this question, isn't this pure deception!
"...Oh." Little Amon rolled his eyes and responded obediently.

Seeing this, Klein knew that little Amon had no intention of obeying. He gave him a helpless look and reminded him again, "Believe me, if you ask him this question, you will be beaten. Seriously."

"Why remind Him?" A familiar voice tinged with sarcasm. Medici appeared beside Luo Lin without knowing when, with a mocking smile on his face. He looked at little Amon and said, "Want to know what it means to be cooked in a hot pot?"

Klein: ...

Little Amon: ...

"Mr. Medici, good morning, good morning, haha..." Klein laughed dryly, obviously a little embarrassed. He quietly nudged the little Amon next to him with his elbow. It can be said that he was trying very hard to fish.

But Mr. Fool tried hard to save people, but some people just wanted to die.

Little Amon looked up at Medici, his face filled with undisguised curiosity. He asked, "I'm indeed curious about the answer to this question. Can you tell me, Mother Xiaohong?" Klein's smile froze, and then he looked helpless.

"Now I understand why you sent me out for transformation. What a suicidal attitude! Tsk!" Medici made a "tsk" sound, and then he snapped his fingers. Little Amon's eyes suddenly became dull.

"Since you like hot pot so much, just go and stay in the hot pot!"

Seeing this, Klein didn't know what to say for a moment. In the end, he could only look at Medici and then at Rowling.

"Don't look at it, it's just an illusion. It's probably about little Amon being thrown into a hot pot and cooked or something like that!" After staring at little Amon for a while, Rowling noticed Klein's gaze and said with a smile.

Klein breathed a sigh of relief.

"You really care about Him." Looking at his genuine concern for little Amon, Luo Lin suddenly thought of the plot in the original book where they chased each other and escaped. He couldn't help but smile and said.

"After all... little Amon is a child I watched grow up. Although it only took him a dozen days to grow up, I always subconsciously treat him as a child." Klein smiled a little embarrassedly and said.

In this family, little Amon indeed has the best relationship with Klein, most likely because the latter often plays various games with him.

"Tsk, you'll be a good boy if the little crow steals your things." Medici sneered as if he had heard something funny.

"Little Amon is indeed cute, but don't transfer your affection to Big Amon. He is not cute at all." Luo Lin reminded with a smile.

"No, why am I not cute? We are all Amon, why are you still discriminating?"

At this moment, a voice suddenly spoke from the side.

"I know. I can tell the difference... Huh?" Klein nodded. He paused mid-sentence as he suddenly realized something and looked to the side blankly.

I saw a crow with white eye circles landed on the edge of the balcony.

When the crow saw him looking at it, it said in a familiar voice, "Excuse me, could you open the window for me?"

Klein hesitated and glanced at Rowling beside him.

Luo Lin nodded in response to Klein's gaze and said with a smile, "Go!"

So Klein sat down by the window and opened the window that had been closed.

"Thank you, you are such a good person."

The crow actually thanked him politely, then flapped its wings twice, flew into the house, and landed on Medici's arm.

"I'm so tired, let me rest for a while." The little crow said this, sticking out his tongue as if he was really tired. "Is there any kind-hearted person who can give the poor little crow a glass of water? I would be grateful to you."

"What new kind of Amon are you?" Rowling looked at the crow with a little surprise and asked curiously.

(End of this chapter)