Mystery: At the start, you gain the uniqueness of the thief.

Chapter 145 Tudor's Apprenticeship and the Night Emperor's Self-Recommendation

For Solomon, Rosen's attitude from their first meeting was too unusual, so after his sudden attack, Solomon had to consider his future. Who could guarantee that Tudor's present was not his future?

Solomon never expected that Rosen would be so blunt in revealing all of this.

"I'm starting to like you!" Rosen suddenly laughed genuinely, then continued, "Don't worry, I was just joking. I don't intend to kill your assistant."

That's the truth. Since Medici didn't intend to kill Tudor for revenge, Rosen naturally wouldn't do anything unnecessary.

In fact, a living Tudor would be more valuable to Rosen than to kill him outright.

Thinking of this, Rosen looked at Tudor and found that the young Blood Emperor was also secretly watching him. Although the other party reacted quickly and withdrew his gaze in time, Rosen still managed to glimpse the other party's emotions.

That was exploration, doubt, and ambition.

But there was no fear.

Rosen then curled his lips into a smile, and suddenly looked at Medici, asking, "Little Red, would you mind having another student?"

Medici was visibly taken aback, his expression one of disbelief, but then he seemed to realize something, looked at Tudor with sharp, piercing eyes that scrutinized him inch by inch like knives, and finally revealed a smug smile, saying, "Why not!"

How interesting it would be to turn your future enemy into your student, who would be respectful and humble before you!

Medici thought that he had probably been hanging out with Rosen for too long and had been infected with some of his wicked sense of humor. But just thinking that Tudor, that idiot, would have to obediently follow behind him and call him "teacher," serving him tea and water, even if he was resentful, he could only pretend and always be inferior to him, made the Red Angel feel quite satisfied.

Especially when the future Blood Emperor receives this memory—haha!

Medici could already imagine how ugly the future Blood Emperor's expression would be. That proud Blood Emperor would never like having a teacher above him.

Rosen was not surprised by Medici's choice. If it were the future Red Angel, he might have chosen to kill Tudor directly with one blow. But Medici, who had never experienced the hotpot incident, did not have that much hatred for Tudor and did not intend to kill him. Therefore, making Tudor his student was a feasible option under these circumstances.

Of course, making Tudor Medici's student wouldn't prevent Rosen from observing the future battle of the Four Emperors. He wouldn't specifically go to save the Blood Emperor; at most, he would allow the other party to retain some resurrection options so that if Medici softened his heart in the future, it would be convenient to grab the weak evil spirit Tudor.

"Yeah, that's it. I seem to be more like a villain, like the doomed big boss in a story," Rosen concluded in his mind. At the same time, he understood why the villains in those stories didn't just kill their enemies or their sons.

After all, it is indeed a very interesting thing. To sum it up in one sentence, it is like this: "I like the way you want to hit me but can't, and you want to kill me but can't."

Rosen then looked at Tudor, smiled, and asked, "So, Tudor, would you like to become a student of the Angel of War?"

Tudor didn't answer immediately upon hearing this. His eyes flickered, and then he asked, "Your Highness Rosen, may I ask a few questions?"

"Go ahead and ask!" Rosen nodded readily.

"War Angel, will you kill me?" Tudor asked the first question.

"No, unless you betray Him, betray the Kingdom of God, He will not kill you," Rosen answered decisively.

Medici sneered and looked at Tudor, saying, "If I wanted to kill you, you would already be dead, and even Sasriel wouldn't say a word."

That's the truth. After all, Tudor is Medici's future enemy. If the War Angel really can't swallow his anger and wants to kill Tudor for revenge, Sasriel won't say anything. It's a reasonable revenge.

Tudor seemed relieved upon hearing this, and also appeared thoughtful. He then asked, "Your Highness Rosen, will the Angel of War prevent me from advancing in the future?"

"No, although I'm not sure if He will help you advance, He probably won't stop you, unless—"

"You've got your eye on his traits." Rosen's answer was as straightforward as ever, and he glanced at Medici as he said the last sentence.

Medici glared back at him, then crossed his arms and looked at Tudor again, saying, "If you can satisfy me, I wouldn't even mind helping you get promoted."

Medici despised the future Blood Emperor, but if this ignorant and young Thudor could truly be obedient and a good student, the Red Angels wouldn't mind helping him out. After all, as long as he didn't betray them, he was serving the Lord.

But if the other party really betrays him—Medici curled his lips, his smile lazy yet tinged with a hint of bloodlust.

He wouldn't mind avenging future wastes at all.

Tudor, perhaps sensing something, stiffened but didn't avert Medici's gaze. He continued, "Your Highness Rosen, after becoming the student of the Angel of War, can I still continue to serve Lord Solomon?"

"Sure!" Rosen nodded, looking at Tudor with a hint of curiosity, and asked, "Are you really that loyal to Solomon?"

Thudor replied without hesitation, "I owe my current position entirely to Lord Solomon's patronage."

"Oh!" Rosen nodded, giving a meaningful "oh," then couldn't help but laugh, "I'm a little touched."

His words sounded like a simple sigh, yet also like a sarcastic remark.

Solomon was completely confused, but he couldn't help but glance at Tudor, a thoughtful look in his eyes.

Tudor remained calm, even smiling as he said, "Your Highness is too kind."

"Take the compliment, Tudor. I know you're an ambitious man. Being ambitious is never a bad thing for a young man!" Rosen said, his gaze falling on Trensault beside him before Tudor could speak again. He smiled and asked, "What's wrong, Trensault? Is there something you want to say?"

From the very beginning, Trensault had been acting as if he wanted to say something but hesitated, making it impossible not to notice him.

"Um—Your Highness, would you be interested in having another student?" Trensault raised his hand, behaving like a timid student raising his hand in class, but his words were incredibly bold.

Rosen raised an eyebrow, staring at Trensault before him, and said, "So you're offering yourself up?"

Trensault had never heard of the phrase "self-recommendation," but that didn't stop him from roughly guessing its meaning. The young Night Emperor subconsciously touched his hair, then said somewhat embarrassedly, "Now that Lord Sasriel values ​​me and Tudor has become Lord Medici's student, I really don't want to be left far behind by them in the future, so I want to give it a try—"