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

Chapter 122 I Will Mourn for You

Chapter 122 I Will Mourn for You

"Black ram's horns—" Amon answered instinctively.

Rosen was not surprised by the answer. He raised his hand and touched his head, where there was nothing but soft hair.

But Rosen knew that, at least for that brief moment, there might really have been something there.

Just now, he subconsciously "witnessed" his bet with Amon. So even though it was originally just a casual bet, it has now been "witnessed," and all those who break it will be punished.

Well, at least Amon would be in big trouble if he wanted to breach the contract, but for me—it seems like there's a way to avoid it?

Rosen blinked. Although he couldn't remember how to avoid it, there must be a way.

Amon finally came to his senses at this moment. He looked at Rosen warily and said, "No wonder Father was so wary of you. What exactly are you?"

"I'm your dear brother, Amon," Rosen said with a grin. He casually rubbed Amon's head like he was rubbing a dog's head, then stretched, took out his pocket watch, glanced at it, and said, "It's already so late, time to sleep!"

Rosen then looked at Antigonus and asked, "Antigonus, you should have guest rooms here, right?"

Antigonus nodded quickly. Even if the Kingdom of Night did have guest rooms, since it occasionally needed to accommodate guests, he could prepare one immediately.

Amon frowned as he watched Rosen, who was already mingling with Antigonus and making all sorts of room requests. He adjusted his monocle, then looked at Medici and Klein, and asked, "You know?"

"I haven't seen it, but Osekus has," Medici said casually, crossing his legs. "I don't know what He is, maybe some kind of Outer God? But the Lord has chosen to believe in Him for now, and I—naturally—have my own judgment."

After exchanging a glance, the cotton doll Klein, who was more familiar with Amon, spoke up: "I don't know what you're talking about, but I believe Rosen."

He knew Rosen had many secrets, and he knew that Rosen's identity might not be ordinary, but Klein believed even more in everything he sensed from Rosen.

"What a laughable trust!" Amon gave a mocking laugh. Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, he looked at Medici and said, "You know what? The reason Adam and I were able to help Thudor hunt you down so easily was because you trusted us. How ridiculous! We had already parted ways, yet you still trusted Adam and trusted me back then."

Amon paused here, and judging from Medici's expression, it was hard to tell whether it was mockery or something else: "You died because of that trust."

Medici paused, his expression not one of anger, but rather one of pity.

The Red Angel looked at the Time Angel and said, "So that's how it is, little raven. Rosen is right. You really are just a child who hasn't grown up. Because of what happened to the Lord back then, you think that everything is unbelievable, and then ridiculously, you try to verify it again and again."

Medici asked, "Little Raven, when I died because of that trust, did you feel relieved, or—angry?"

Amon finally looked up and met those ruby-like eyes. After a moment, He said, "Do you think I would mourn for you?"

"Didn't you ever mourn for me?" Medici asked calmly. He suddenly stood up and walked towards Rosen. He paused for a moment as he passed Amon and said, "If you die one day, I will mourn for you."

Even if you betrayed me.

Amon remained silent until Medici joined Antigonus in finding fault with the guest room. Then he turned to Klein and said, "The reason He helped you become the Lord of Mysteries is simply because He needs a Lord of Mysteries to belong to him."

“I know, I know he needs help. He’s not in a good situation, and he needs a strong ally to feel safe.” Klein looked at him calmly, then gave a gentle smile. “In fact, I’m glad he chose me. It gives me some possibilities, and I’m happy to be able to help him.”

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"You're all just using each other," Amon said with a forced smile.

"I prefer to call it mutual help between friends," Klein corrected, looking at Amon with a sigh, thinking of the still-young cub in his memory.

That Amon wasn't so stubborn; he was still willing to trust others. He would be saddened that Rosen didn't choose him, he would remember to leave the other people's favorite flavors when distributing snacks, and he would run to Sasriel in confusion after receiving the believers' prayers to ask what to do.

Instead of being pitiful, hateful, and pathetic as we are now.

"Are you pitying me?" Amon clearly saw through something, and his smile turned cold.

"I just feel sorry for the child I know." Klein looked around, because the first Amon he knew was the cub Amon, and the Amon he was most familiar with was also the cub Amon, so when Klein was facing Amon, he actually had a vague sense of elder mentality.

Mr. Fool stood up and wanted to pat Amon on the shoulder. Naturally, the Time Angel wouldn't let him do it, but under the pressure of his strength, Klein finally managed to pat Amon on the shoulder.

He said, "Rosen hopes you can have some of the happiness that ordinary people have. As for me, I only hope that you can remember the expectations that the Sun God has for you. He would not want to see you become like this."

"What right do you have to say that?" Amon's knuckles turned white from gripping his monocle tightly.

"Because I'm somehow your uncle? Nephew, you'd better watch yourself!" Klein smiled, but a few calculations were brewing in his mind.

He wasn't some saint, and he didn't think he could save everyone in the world, but at least in the matter of Amon, he felt he had some responsibility, whether for the sake of the sun god he knew or for Rosen, he had some responsibility to discipline Amon.

At the very least, we can't let Amon continue to harm innocent people like he used to.

Sigh, he used to be such a good kid, how did he turn out like this?

Klein shook his head, about to sigh again.

After he left, Amon pushed up his monocle and tried to force a smile like he always did, but he couldn't manage it after trying for a long time, so he just kept a blank expression.

Three days later, when the Goddess of Night visited the Kingdom of Night again, she saw Rosen, who was clearly ready to set off and looked eager to try; Klein, who was sitting next to her reading a book and seemed to be memorizing it by rote; Medici, who was leaning against the wall smoking and looking at something with a complicated expression; and Amon, who was expressionless.

As for Antigonus, he didn't really want to face the sleeves of the goddess of night and had already slipped away.

Wait, what's with the expressionless Amon?

The Goddess of Night paused for a moment, then subconsciously glanced at Amon a couple more times before turning to Rosen and asking, "You poisoned Amon's face?"

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