Mystery: Chaos Path

“Tch!” Medici clicked his tongue, sounding slightly annoyed, but he didn't refute Roland's words. After all, he knew that Roland's advancement speed was indeed not slow. As for the comment about "wanting to see Mommy," Medici simply ignored it.

Accustomed to Roland's various outrageous remarks, Medici could ignore his nonsense, but the Angel of War from the Fourth Epoch obviously didn't understand the person's style. Hearing Roland's words, He was stunned for a moment, His eyes widened slightly, and then He looked at Roland, who seemed to take it for granted, and then glanced at Medici, who seemed to be used to it. Finally, He said in disbelief, "You just let him talk nonsense like that?"

Hearing this, before Medici could speak, Roland became unhappy and said righteously, "How can it be nonsense? Sasrir is originally Little Red's foster mother. Sasrir herself admitted this point."

“Sasrir was clearly just humoring you.” Medici rolled his eyes and said unhappily.

“That’s just agreeing with my point of view.” Roland wasn’t embarrassed at all, smilingly looking at the Angel of War, who looked surprised, obviously shocked by this fact, and said, “Little Red, you don’t need to be embarrassed, I understand!”

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What do you understand?

“Alright, alright, you understand everything.” Medici rolled his eyes. As an old fritter, he didn’t argue with Roland. Then he looked at the Angel of War, not knowing what he was thinking, and said, “I don’t know if you can change the predetermined fate. In short, be careful next…”

It could be seen that Medici probably had a lot to say, but these words eventually converged into a sentence of "Be careful."

“I know.” The Angel of War no longer struggled with the issue of addressing Sasrir. Thinking of His upcoming fate, a hint of gloom appeared in His eyes.

“Don’t be so heavy, though it’s hard to change Little Red’s fate of being boiled into hotpot, but think optimistically. Knowing this fate in advance, you can at least report it to the True Creator in advance. That way, when you die and become an evil spirit, Uroboros can come and see you from time to time, so you won’t be too bored.” Seeing the atmosphere become heavy again, Roland raised his eyebrows and said with a smile:

“Although important fate nodes are difficult to change, it’s too easy to change these insignificant little details. You can even hire a circus to perform for you in the underground mausoleum every day.”

“…That’s really a good suggestion.” The Angel of War’s lips twitched.

“Right, right? If you’re really bored, I can even have Mr. Door send you His gossip works every day. To be honest, I’ve wanted those books for a long time, but unfortunately, I can only see incomplete versions now. You can directly see the complete version, so be happy!” Roland didn’t think there was anything wrong with his suggestion, and said with a smile:

“After all, life has to go on. If you can’t change the status quo, then try your best to make yourself live better! And thinking more optimistically, it’s not like you’ll be like this for the rest of your life. After more than a thousand years, a wise and mighty boss will descend from the sky and save you from the fire and water. Thinking like this, doesn’t it make you feel like you have hope for the future?”

“Wise and mighty, who?” Medici on the side revealed a confused expression, looked at Roland, and sincerely asked, “You?”

Clearly, not a single sentence was sarcastic, but sarcasm was everywhere.

“What, is your boss not wise and mighty enough?” Roland wasn’t embarrassed at all, mainly focused on confidence.

“Whatever makes you happy.” Medici, as someone who had been with Roland for a long time, had obviously supplemented various sarcasm lexicons. He then looked Roland up and down, then shook his head, sighed, and said, “Alas, these days are indeed getting more and more hopeless.”

“If you have no hope, I suggest you hang yourself on the southeast branch!” Roland didn’t indulge him, and said with a smile.

“I don’t mind hanging myself on the southeast branch, I’m just afraid that if a certain black-hearted organization loses me, it will directly collapse on the spot.” Medici crossed his arms and sneered.

“It’s okay, if you die, I can still pull you over to help. Anyway, you’re not expensive, and with my current spirituality, I can completely afford it.” Roland said with a smile.

The two guys with maxed-out sarcasm skills started mocking each other like this, fully embodying "the basic qualities of a top hunter" and what it means that "good hunter seeds are in other pathways."

Looking at the way these two were teasing each other, the Angel of War, who had been ignored on the side, felt that His originally heavy mood had eased a lot.

He glanced at Medici, then looked at Roland, and suddenly smiled, saying, “Alright, stop arguing.”

Saying that, the Angel of War first looked at Medici and said, “See, this is the consequence of being blind. It’s useless even if you don’t admit it.”

He then looked at Roland and said, “Admit it, you’re just a black-hearted boss, born to be hung up.”

In an instant, the Angel of War drew the hatred of both of them.

“However…” The Angel of War paused, looked at Roland, and added, “Your suggestion is still somewhat reasonable, life does have to go on… Heh!”

“Of course!” Roland 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 Uroboros wouldn’t cry and make a fuss when encountering something. Do you take me for some fragile porcelain doll?” The Angel of War sneered, then looked at Medici and said, “I don’t doubt your identity now.”

“You shouldn’t have doubted it in the first place.” Medici glanced at Him and “tch”ed.

Roland then took out his pocket watch and looked at it, then looked at the Angel of War and said, “You have five minutes left. Do you want to stroll around in this era or meet some acquaintances?”

… …

The Angel of War didn’t choose to stroll around in this unfamiliar era, possibly because He wasn’t interested, or maybe just because five minutes was too short to see anything.

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

“No, Medici, are you sick? Where did I provoke you again?” The Amon clone, who had just started working in Backlund not long ago, hugged His head full of bumps and cursed.

The Angel of War patted the dust off His body and didn’t explain anything, only feeling refreshed, even His fists felt stronger.

Although Amon wasn’t the culprit who caused Him to be boiled into hotpot, He was also an accomplice. Just beating Him up was already letting Him off easy. The Angel of War didn’t think there was anything wrong with His behavior.

Roland then led Medici to appear from the different space. The former curiously reached out and poked the bump on Amon’s head, while the latter revealed a gloating smile.

“…Two? Tch, I was wondering why the strength wasn’t quite right, so it’s Medici from the past.” The Amon clone was stunned for a moment when he saw the two Red Angels in front of Him, then He reacted and clicked His tongue. Just as He was about to say something, He suddenly gasped: “His, go easy, even though I’m just a clone, I still feel pain.”

It turned out that Roland had poked too hard.

“What are you doing here? I thought there were no other Amon clones in Backlund besides Little Amon. Are you plotting something bad?” Roland asked curiously, not nervous at all facing this unfamiliar Amon clone.

After all, when it comes down to it, the one who should be nervous should be Amon.