bookbashuk Chapter 86 The Red Angel Also Wants to Be Willful for a Moment
Chapter 86 The Red Angel Also Wants to Be Willful for a Moment
Chapter 86 The Red Angel Also Wants to Be Willful
Upon hearing Rosen's words, Medici was visibly taken aback. He was about to say something when he suddenly sensed something and stopped talking.
A surge of life force erupted within his soul. In the blink of an eye, Medici sensed the changes within himself, which caused him to raise his hand. That hand had transformed from a pure spirit into real flesh and blood.
Not only that, Medici also determined that the body Rosen had created for him was somewhat special, but he was not sure exactly what made it special.
Medici looked up at Rosen, and the blond prince was smiling at him. His emerald green eyes were exactly the same as he remembered, as if he were still the spirited red angel, not an evil spirit sealed in the basement for thousands of years.
This caused Medici to momentarily lose his composure. "You're quite confident in me," Medici said, a smirk playing on his lips. It was hard to tell what he was feeling at that moment.
Adam, out of distrust, believed that He would be controlled by the City of Calamity and bring disaster to the world, so he killed Him. But now Rosen is letting this half-crippled guy control the Calamity.
Medici had no idea where his confidence came from.
"Because I'm a willful guy, like you said, I'm just a brat. Brats aren't as calm or have such a big-picture view as robots. Brats only want to help those they want to help." Rosen said, then changed his tone and said with a confident smile, "Of course, most importantly, I have complete confidence in myself. With my help, you can definitely control the disaster."
"Tsk!" Medici stared at him for a long time before clicking his tongue. He then curled the corners of his mouth and said, "I should say, as expected of you."
How narcissistic.
"The first thing a child learns to do after being born into this world is to be narcissistic," Rosen said with a grin, clearly not ashamed but rather proud. "I've only been in this world for less than a year!"
"But you're already more of a headache than some old guys who've lived for thousands of years." Medici's tone wasn't exactly sarcastic, just as sarcastic as ever.
"Thank you for the compliment," Rosen said with a smile.
"With that kind of shamelessness, you'll succeed at anything," Medici couldn't help but mutter, before falling into a rare silence.
Rosen didn't urge him, but looked at him with a smile.
After a long silence, Medici stood up, looked at the child before him, and said, "Investing in me is not a good choice."
"So what?" Rosen retorted, his emerald green eyes filled with genuine doubt, as if to say, "What nonsense are you spouting?"
At that moment, Medici thought of Adam, and of the eyes that had looked back at him when he questioned him in the past.
"Hahaha!" Medici suddenly felt like laughing, and he actually laughed so hard that he could barely straighten his back.
After a long while, he stopped laughing, wiped away non-existent tears from the corners of his eyes, and looked at Rosen with a sigh, saying, "You really are a brat, even more willful than Amon."
He suddenly knelt down on one knee, looked up, and although he was looking up at the person in front of him, Medici's expression was not respectful at all, but rather full of provocation. He said, "That's fine, I just want to be willful for a while."
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Medici suddenly reached out and grabbed Rosen's left hand, then, under Rosen's curious gaze, pressed his forehead against the back of Rosen's hand. At that moment, the Red Angel actually resembled a silent and loyal knight.
Rosen was taken aback when he saw this. Although he had indeed been trying to poach Red Angels' members, the progress was indeed beyond his expectations.
But then Rosen realized that Adam was the reason for this—Adam's attempt to help Medici and give him away as a gift had clearly upset Hong Guan.
Tsk, Adam, should I say you're doing something human, or something inhuman?
After all, you should have expected this!
Although it was a bit unethical, Rosen couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth and said with a smile, "Is this a pledge of allegiance ceremony? Shouldn't you say some pledge of allegiance? I've read that's what it's written in books."
"Because this doesn't count as a pledge of allegiance." Medici released Rosen's hand, stood up from the ground, brushed the dust off his clothes, and looked at Rosen before saying, "But I do owe you. Since you want me to control the disaster for you, then let's give it a try! Anyway, even if I fail, I won't lose anything."
He reverted to his usual somewhat carefree demeanor, looking somewhat like the former Red Angel.
"Even if the sky falls, your mouth will hold it up." Rosen shook his head, not caring about the red angel's stubbornness. He just thought of something and said, "Oh, right, I have to go back. Since you don't want to go to the true creator, you can go to the Fool after I get back. He will help you. As for controlling the calamities, we still need to plan this carefully. The first step is to help you recover to the angel level."
"Well, we can talk about that next time I come over. It won't be long. Or I can give you some information, and you can try to do it yourself first?"
Although he did hope that Medici could take control of the City of Calamity in the future, that was clearly a long-term goal. The immediate priority was to help Medici return to the level of an angel.
"What intelligence is it?" Medici looked at him. Waiting for help from others was clearly not the Red Angel's style; he preferred to take the initiative.
"Augustus, that is, the royal family of Rune, made a deal with the Witch Cult in order to become the Black Emperor. The deal included a Conqueror trait." Rosen didn't hide anything and said with a smile, "Remember to share this information with Klein, that is, the Fool."
Medici narrowed his eyes upon hearing the name, clearly surprised and thoughtful. The Red Angel then seemed to realize something, letting out a rather gloating laugh, and said, "Does Amon know?"
"How would I know?" Rosen shrugged, then said with a hint of regret, "I really wanted to share this good news with Him, but unfortunately He doesn't seem to want to see me."
"It would be strange if He wanted to see you." Medici was clearly not surprised by this.
"It doesn't really matter. I'll put all these scores on Him anyway, and we'll see them when we get back," Rosen said with a smile.
Medici clicked his tongue, a rare moment of sympathy for Amon welling up inside him.
With such an elder brother, Amon's good days are over.
"By the way, the Fool's current name is—" Rosen suddenly remembered something and quickly recited the Fool's name before taking out his pocket watch to look at it. He then said, "I still have some time. Do you need me to take you there?"