blogombal Chapter 9 Amon's Good Friend
Chapter 9 Amon's Good Friend
"By the way, don't speak ill of Adam in your heart. He has the ability to make everything He says known. Although someone like me can avoid being perceived by relying on the power of uniqueness, you, as an ordinary person, obviously can't." After giving a general introduction to the audience pathway, Rosen seemed to remember something and slowly added a sentence.
"I didn't say anything bad about Him, but... isn't this a bit too much of a cheat?" Zhou Mingrui's expression was obviously complicated. He glanced at Rosen as if he had thought of something, and said quietly, "So, can't anyone respect my privacy?"
Zhou Mingrui had not forgotten that Rosen also possessed the ability to sense his thoughts, albeit with limitations.
"There's nothing we can do about it; that's just how the world is. People who aren't strong enough have no privacy." Rosen shrugged, his attitude very frank. He even comforted Zhou Mingrui, saying, "You'll get used to it."
"How could anyone get used to this..." Zhou Mingrui couldn't help but complain, then sighed and said, "I feel like this otherworldly journey is completely different from what I expected. Shouldn't we have a couple of beginner dungeons first?"
No time traveler would immediately come into contact with the world's top experts.
"After all, novels need logic, but reality doesn't!" Rosen thought to himself, patting Zhou Mingrui on the shoulder to comfort him, and then said, "More than that, aren't you curious about whether you can become an Extraordinary?"
"Huh? Me?" Zhou Mingrui was stunned for a moment. He looked down at his current cotton doll body, hesitated for a moment, and then looked at Rosen.
"No one has ever said that a cotton doll can't become an extraordinary being!" Rosen said quite frankly, his gaze towards Zhou Mingrui filled with curiosity.
Zhou Mingrui hesitated for a moment, then said, "I think this matter needs further consideration."
Although he also longed for extraordinary abilities, firstly, Zhou Mingrui was not sure what this so-called magic potion was or how dangerous it was, and secondly, given his current state, drinking the magic potion was somewhat reckless.
He's just a cotton doll!
"Alright, I respect your opinion." Although Rosen was a little disappointed, he really didn't intend to force Zhou Mingrui to do the experiment. Then, as if remembering something, he looked at Zhou Mingrui with a smile and said:
"By the way, to prevent your identity from being exposed, I'll call you Klein from now on! Or do you have any other preferred pseudonyms?"
Zhou Mingrui remained silent for a few seconds, various names flashing through his mind, but they were mostly familiar names, such as Sherlock Holmes or Gehrman.
A few seconds later, Zhou Mingrui had to admit with some frustration that he might be terrible at naming things.
But Klein wasn't much better. What Scarecrow... Zhou Mingrui thought to himself. He had watched Batman comics, so of course he knew that the Scarecrow's name was Jonathan Klein. Although this Klein was probably not the same as that Klein, they sounded pretty much the same.
However, since it was just a pseudonym used in another world, Zhou Mingrui didn't care much and nodded, saying, "Let's call him that. At least the name Klein sounds good."
"Okay, then I'll call you Klein from now on." Rosen smiled and nodded, secretly giving a thumbs-up in his mind.
Yay! Success! Name Mr. Fool!
Zhou Mingrui... Of course, in the Third Era he should now be called Klein, and he didn't stay in the Third Era for very long.
In fact, after Rosen enthusiastically showed Klein around the palace, Klein felt a slight headache.
According to the on-site diagnosis by "miracle doctor" Rosen, Klein's headache was caused by insufficient spiritual energy. That's right, Klein's consciousness possessing the cotton doll also required spiritual energy. Although the digestion was not large, as an ordinary person, his spiritual energy was obviously not abundant.
Although Rosen felt somewhat regretful, he still sent Klein back to the old days to recover, while he himself plunged into the ocean of knowledge, continuing to absorb the knowledge belonging to this era.
until--
"BOOM!!!"
The familiar sound of the door being kicked open was a perfect replica of what it had been a while ago. Rosen raised an eyebrow, looked up from his sea of books, and unsurprisingly saw a little kid.
A little boy, clearly just as vengeful, stood in front of the door, even deliberately maintaining his kicking posture. Only after the boy looked over did Amon calmly retract his foot, then raised his hand to adjust his monocle, and smiled as he spoke:
"Good morning, Rosen. I thought you were dead since you didn't come for breakfast, so I came to check on you. After all, we're brothers, we should at least collect your body."
He spoke like a seasoned master of yin and yang, as if he had studied elsewhere compared to before.
Rosen didn't show any anger. He slowly closed the book on his lap, but his gaze skipped over Amon and went to the man behind Amon.
That's right, Amon didn't come alone. Behind him stood a very handsome red-haired man who looked to be in his early twenties.
The man was very tall, at least two meters, and was leaning lazily against the wall with a lit cigarette between his fingers. Although he didn't say a word, his aura exuded an instinctive sense of danger, like a sword yet to be drawn.
As Rosen looked over, the red-haired man seemed to sense it and looked back, his red eyes scrutinizing but not wary.
Clearly, the other party did not classify Rosen as an enemy to be wary of.
Rosen curled the corners of his mouth. Of course, he guessed who the other party was. Such obvious characteristics could probably only belong to the Angel King who represented the path of war, who was still loyal to the Sun God and would never betray him before being betrayed by Adam. He was almost the most accurate portrayal of the saying "the hunter dies because of loyalty".
Of course, the above is a more formal introduction. In reality, Lawson prefers to call her the Red Maid or the Hot Pot Angel.
"You little brat, what kind of look is that?"
Perhaps it was because Rosen's gaze was too undisguised, that Medici, who had been observing him, raised an eyebrow, curled his lips into a wicked smile, and spoke in a very unfriendly tone, but without any real malice; he was clearly just trying to scare him.
"The way you looked at the red maid?" Rosen asked very honestly. He knew, of course, that this was a bit suicidal, but he couldn't help it.
After all, who could refuse to be called Little Red Maid by the other party?
At least for this moment, Rosen felt happy looking at Medici's bewildered expression.
"I told you long ago, this guy's infuriating," Amon spoke up at this moment, looking at Medici and saying, "So, are you interested in beating him up with me now?"
Medici chuckled upon hearing this. He glanced at Rosen, then looked back at Amon, and said lazily, "My Lord, what gave you the illusion that I would become your blade? I just wanted to come and see the other Lord you speak of."