Mystery: Chaos Path

"What do you say? I saw you trying not to laugh." Roelin glanced at him, annoyed, then turned to Medici with a bright smile.

He naturally wouldn't let go of this culprit.

However, compared to others, feeding Medici sour tangerines was much more difficult. For a time, the living room became lively, and the two began a chase.

"Are they really that sour?" Little Amon curiously looked at the remaining tangerines in Will's hand, showing a curious expression, with a hint of eagerness to try, embodying the saying 'if you don't court death, you won't die.'

"If you want to know, why not just try it?" Will instigated, like a mischievous child, or like the queen who tricked Snow White into eating the poisoned apple.

"Don't, it's really sour, and not just sour, it's also a bit bitter..." Klein quickly dissuaded him. He had just drunk several mouthfuls of sweet iced tea to barely suppress the sourness and astringency, and really didn't want to see Little Amon suffer the same fate.

After all, Klein had a conscience.

"But everyone else has eaten it..." Little Amon showed a hesitant expression. He suddenly jumped off the sofa, ran to the kitchen to pour a large glass of milk, then returned to the sofa with the milk, and picked up a segment of fruit to stuff into his mouth.

Then, Little Amon revealed a life-questioning expression.

When Azik came downstairs, he found a group of people sitting mysteriously around the coffee table, their expressions very subtle.

"Good." Roelin nodded, raised his left hand, and snapped his fingers. The familiar figure reappeared in this era.

"What exactly is the principle behind this..." As the first one to see Roelin summon the Shadow of Time in person, Will could be said to be watching intently, but the more he looked, the more confused he became, completely unable to understand how Roelin did it.

Medici, who was already used to this scene, naturally wouldn't explore this. He just looked at the Death Consul, sizing up this not-so-familiar being, and then, not knowing what he was thinking, scoffed.

Klein was just purely nervous. After all, he really regarded Azik as a father figure. Now that Azik was once again confronting divinity and merging with the past, a single mistake could lead to complete defeat, so he was naturally extremely nervous.

"Two Uncle Aziks?" Little Amon was just purely confused. He raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, looking at Azik and then at the Death Consul, thought for a moment, then reached out and tugged at the latter's clothes, earnestly asking, "Are you Uncle Azik's twin brother?"

The Death Consul, who had reopened his eyes in the future, had just woken up when he heard Little Amon's question, which stunned him for a moment. Then he noticed that everyone in the room seemed to be looking at him.

Even the Death Consul, who was like a blank sheet of paper to some extent, couldn't help but feel nervous in this situation. He looked around the room with a questioning gaze, finally landing on Lucifer, and asked, "What's wrong? Is there something wrong with me?"

"It has nothing to do with you, they just have their own problems." Roelin, wearing the Lucifer persona, said with a smile.

"...Oh." The Death Consul seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. He then looked down at Little Amon and froze.

As the Death Consul of the Bayam Empire, he naturally knew Duke Amon of the Tudor Empire, and had even read many works related to him. So, facing the Little Amon in front of him, the Death Consul couldn't help but hesitate, a little unsure of what the other party was doing.

"You don't have to treat him as Amon, just treat him as a child named Amon." Roelin, wearing the Lucifer persona, explained in a timely manner.

The Death Consul immediately breathed a sigh of relief. He still didn't want to face the real Amon too much. After all, whether it was his few contacts with Amon, or the works he had read, all made the Death Consul know that Amon was by no means a benevolent person.

Then, the Death Consul thought for a few seconds, looked at Little Amon, and earnestly replied, "Not a twin brother, I am also Azik, I am his past."

"Wow!" Little Amon blinked, showing a surprised expression, not knowing whether he understood or not.

After answering Little Amon's question, the Death Consul looked up at Lucifer. He obviously didn't intend to ask why there were so many people in the room, but just smiled slightly happily and said, "It's good to see you again, friend."

"Yes, it's good to see you again. It seems you've been doing well lately." Roelin, wearing the Lucifer persona, showed a smile with a bit of sincerity. He looked the Death Consul up and down, and could clearly feel the difference between the other party and the last time he was summoned.

If the last Death Consul was a purely hollow puppet, then this time, this puppet was obviously filled with something, not much, but it did exist.

"Yes, your mask is very useful." The Death Consul nodded, showing a happy smile, and said, "After I went back, I felt the existence of emotions for the first time, very good, I like it very much."

"That's not bad." Roelin was not surprised by this result. He looked at the Death Consul, as if looking at a work directly carved out of a rough form, and also like looking at a friend, smiling, "Has Death noticed your changes?"

"No, Father rarely pays attention to me." The Death Consul shook his head, then seemed to think of something and added, "Recently, Father has been very busy. He has reached a cooperation with the Primordial Demonic Goddess, and seems to want to do something very important."

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of the people in the room changed slightly.

Everyone present except Little Amon was proficient in history, and naturally understood what the Death Consul was saying represented—Death and the Primordial Demonic Goddess were cooperating, and the Pale Disaster was about to begin.

"Tsk, it's actually this period." Medici curled his lips with some displeasure. He had never been able to look up to Salinger very much, and was naturally unhappy about Salinger using the power of the tributary of the Eternal Dark River to accommodate the Uniqueness of the Red Priest.

Not to mention that this matter was likely to lead to the Uniqueness of the Red Priest being contaminated by the Eternal Dark River, which was simply a disaster for Medici.