Arcanum: Chaos Path

Chapter 340 Roland's Suppressive Power
Osekus, having been suppressed by his elder brother Sasliel, was completely silenced. Rosell, naturally, couldn't continue fighting under these circumstances. More accurately, Rosell glanced somewhat sheepishly at Rolin and awkwardly greeted him.

"Boss, you're here so quickly!"

Roselle hadn't forgotten that Roland had sent them to comfort Ocycus, nor had he forgotten that Ocycus was Roland's ally. So, being caught red-handed fighting with Ocycus was somewhat embarrassing.

"What are you feeling guilty about? Keep fighting!" Rolin smiled, looking at Rosell, his tone revealing neither joy nor anger.

"Ahem, I need to explain myself here. I didn't strike first." Rosell became increasingly guilty, coughed, and said.

“I did strike first, but this guy asked for it.” Osekus glanced coldly at Rosell and said irritably, “Who told him to be so foul-mouthed?”

Rosell remained silent upon hearing this, but gave Osekus a provocative look.

Osekus: ...

Ocycus's fist hardened again. If it weren't for the presence of Sasriel, he probably would have already unleashed his ultimate attack and slammed Rosell in the face.

"Alright, Rosell, stop provoking me. I know you're still bothered by what happened back then. I won't stop you from seeking revenge, but remember, don't come to me for help if you can't win. I have no interest in cleaning up your mess." Rollin, of course, noticed Rosell's subtle actions. He shook his head and first looked at Rosell, saying:

"Do I need to remind you? You're not a complete Sequence 0 yet. With the God of Steam and Machinery helping you, you're naturally not afraid of Ocycus, but can you two stick together every day?"

Roselle's smile froze for a moment, then he remembered something and relaxed again, saying, "It's alright. Osekus can't just leave the Astral Plane. If it's just a partial divine power, I'm not afraid."

"Ha!" Osekus sneered upon hearing this, and said, "I hope you don't cry and beg Steam for help when you get beaten up."

“Who beats whom is still up in the air!” Rosell chuckled, then added with a hint of smugness, “Besides, I can get Steam to help me, that’s my skill. On the other hand, you’ve been an ally of Steam for so many years, and it hasn’t helped you. Tsk, I suggest you reflect on yourself.”

Upon hearing this, Osekus's anger suddenly became uncontrollable, and he became noticeably shinier.

Seeing that the two were about to fight again, Luo Lin shook his head and said again, "Say less. Whoever provokes me again will enjoy my healing gift package. I'm currently in dire need of guinea pigs to practice on."

Upon hearing this, both Roselle, who had just been smugly provoking them, and Osekus, who was already itching to unleash his ultimate attack, instantly fell silent like quails.

It's clear that both of them were left with deep psychological trauma from Luo Lin's treatment.

Seeing this, Rowling nodded in satisfaction. He didn't really care about the conflict between Osekus and Roselle, and was even happy about it, but he still had to suppress it when necessary.

After all, neither Osekus nor Roselle are easy to deal with. If they cannot be completely suppressed, it is inevitable that these two will cause trouble later.

Especially… Rowling’s gaze fell on Amon, who was standing to the side like a background character. He raised an eyebrow and said with a smile, “Amon, what are you doing here?” “Just here to visit my former colleague.” Amon raised his hand to push up his monocle and smiled. “I didn’t expect to run into such a good show.”

“Well, your timing is certainly quite perfect.” Roland glanced at him but said nothing more. He simply looked at Sasriel and smiled, “Aren’t you going to catch up with your children?”

After suppressing Osekus with a single sentence, Sasriel, who had remained silent and relinquished control to Rolin, revealed a gentle smile upon hearing this. He then looked at Osekus not far away, not speaking immediately, but scrutinizing him with a serious gaze.

Ocycus grew increasingly stiff under the scrutiny of the other, and even felt unusually uneasy.

In Ocycus's vision, His reunion with Sasliel would not take place under such dire circumstances. They should meet in a quieter and more solemn setting. Ocycus even mentally rehearsed many plans for their reunion, rather than...

As it is now, He was caught in the fight by Sasriel.

He messed everything up again!
Osekus was unusually annoyed.

At this moment, Sasliel finally finished looking at Osekus, and he smiled with relief, saying, "I am very happy to see you like this. You are in much better condition than I imagined."

Osekus paused, stunned by these words. He pursed his lips, lowered his head, looking somewhat embarrassed and bewildered. He opened his mouth, "Sassriel, I..."

But I don't know what to say.

All the thoughts he had prepared before actually meeting Sasliel were rendered useless at this moment. Osekus sometimes really hated his own language system, wondering why he couldn't speak at all!

"But fighting is still not a good idea." Sasriel suddenly chuckled, a hint of teasing mixed with nostalgia in his voice.
“Although Leodorus is the real tyrant, sometimes I really think you should switch ways with Ocycus. Ocycus, have I ever told you that your temper is even more easily ignited than Leodorus’s?”

Ocycus's body stiffened further as countless memories awakened in his mind, including but not limited to fighting, fighting, and more fighting.

Ocycus is a very proud being, and for this reason, when the proud sun is provoked, he is often more intolerant than Leodorus, and fighting is a common occurrence.

“Sometimes I really wonder if there’s something wrong with my upbringing.” Sasliel continued reminiscing, looking at Osekus with a troubled expression, and said:
“Otherwise, why would you, Leodorus, or Medici all love to fight so much? In this respect, perhaps only Urolius is a little better. Although Amon doesn’t like to fight, I know that He likes to stir things up and encourage you to fight.”

Sasriel spoke from the heart. Sometimes He really doubted whether there was something wrong with His parenting, wondering why the children He raised were all more mischievous and more fond of fighting than the last.

Upon hearing this, Amon raised his hand to push up his monocle, but remained silent.

Osekus's face showed a rare look of guilt, after all, he had been involved in at least 8 out of 10 fights back then.

(End of this chapter)