Arcanum: Chaos Path

Chapter 394 The Cunning Sassriel

Seeing that Herabod himself didn't care about the destruction of the wasteland, Rolin naturally didn't mention helping to repair it. Instead, he looked at Medici with great interest and said, "Then let's go find Sasriel and have the Sun God help you regain your uniqueness, shall we? That would be a proper ending, since Adam caused you to lose your uniqueness, and Grisha should take responsibility for it."

As the saying goes, there's no time like the present, and Luo Lin has always acted swiftly and decisively.

“…Okay.” Medici wanted to say that he could try to accommodate the sun god directly without it, but he swallowed the words back down.

Medici thought that Rowling was right. Since Adam had caused him to lose his uniqueness as the Red Priest, it was perfectly reasonable for the Sun God to help him regain it.

“Perhaps I could get a chance to watch?” Helabogen couldn’t help but say.

He naturally knew that the pillars could help others forcibly accommodate uniqueness, but He had never witnessed it firsthand and naturally wanted to observe it. The main reason was that Herabogen came late; when He followed the sun god, Medici had already accommodated the uniqueness of the red priests, and the two later divine children were in rather special circumstances, so He had not witnessed their birth.

"Do you agree?" Rowling looked at Medici, choosing to seek the opinion of the person involved.

Luo Lin still respected his friends.

Medici glanced at him, then looked at Heraborg. His relationship with this old dragon had never been good; in fact, they had been enemies after the fall of the Sun God. But now that the Sun God had forgiven him, and Heraborg had chosen to return to the Sun God's command, Medici himself had switched sides because of the Red Pot incident, with the Sun God's tacit approval. Naturally, there was no need for him to continue opposing the other party.

So Medici nodded and casually said, "Okay!"

“Thank you for your generosity.” Herabergen couldn’t help but smile, his eyes filled with a longing for the unknown.

So the three of them left Morola, the "city of exile," and arrived at a border city.

At that time, Sasliel was working, or more precisely, he was handing over the relevant work to Little K, while "Jack" and Little Amon were pointing fingers from the side, sometimes helping and sometimes making things worse.

"Hmm?" Sensing the familiar presence, Sasriel looked up from the documents and saw the three familiar figures. This puzzled Sasriel for a moment, as he couldn't quite understand how these three guys had gotten together.

But the next second, Sasriel's gaze fell on the flag in Medici's hand. Even though it was just an avatar, Sasriel's vision was not lost, and he instantly understood what it was. He said with some surprise, "The contamination of the Red Priest's uniqueness has been resolved?"

Sasriel was naturally aware of the "Salinger Blood Flag." Even if he didn't know it at first, after this period of intelligence gathering and exchange, he had long since learned a great deal.

“That’s right!” Rolin nodded, briefly explained what had happened that day, and finally looked at Sasriel: “So I want Grisha to help Medici embrace uniqueness and become a true war angel.”

Incidentally, because of Medici's terrifying workload, a certain guilty conscience-ridden Rolin had already paid off his Conqueror traits in advance to Medici, since Medici might not be able to control some situations if he didn't do so.

“I understand. I will inform the Lord about this. He will help Medici to embrace uniqueness; it is His responsibility,” Sasriel said, looking at Medici with tenderness and a hint of relief.

Sasriel has always felt guilty and heartbroken about Medici being cooked in a hot pot, even though it wasn't strictly his fault, he still can't get over it.

Now that Medici can finally shake off the shadows of the past and become the Angel of War again, Sasriel is naturally pleased.

“Tsk, don’t look at me like that. It wasn’t your fault.” Medici could easily see what Sasriel was thinking. He awkwardly turned his head away and said, “Then it was my fault. Even if you don’t consider me and Adam as the same person, as the true creator, I still failed to protect you.” Sasriel shook his head and said seriously.

“...I wouldn’t go so far as to accuse an uncontrollable madman.” Medici said this without showing any sadness, adding, “Besides, it’s all in the past, and I’ve already let it go.”

He looked at Sasriel and said seriously, "You should let it go too, Sasriel."

Medici was telling the truth; he wasn't the kind of person to be coy. And that's why, after he stabbed Adam in the kidney, Medici had indeed put the matter of that year behind him.

Of course, Medici, who had already switched jobs to work for Rolin, would not switch back. He was a man of principle, and once he chose to be loyal, he would not change his mind easily. The Sun God was Medici's former master, a father figure to him, but he would no longer be the object of his loyalty.

The Red Angels' loyalty may not start formally, but it is by no means cheap.

“I’m sorry, I’m always a bit indecisive.” Sasriel smiled apologetically, then said with relief, “But I’m glad you can let it go, that’s good.”

"Click——"

Just then, the sound of a camera rang out. Sasriel and Medici looked toward the source of the sound at the same time, and sure enough, they saw that Rolin had taken out a camera and was taking pictures of them.

“Don’t mind me. You know I have a little habit of recording key moments.” Rowling held up his camera and spoke without any embarrassment. He even suggested, “Why don’t you give each other a hug? I think it would be very memorable.”

"Pshaw!" Medici scoffed immediately, saying irritably, "If you like taking pictures so much, why didn't you take a picture of that scene earlier?"

Medici was naturally referring to the scene where he had sworn allegiance.

"How do you know I didn't?" Rowling looked at Medici suspiciously, then said proudly, "I not only took pictures, but I also made more than a hundred backups, enough to ensure that even if the world is destroyed, the backups are still there."

Medici's smile froze.

Sasriel smiled helplessly, then looked at Medici and suddenly said with a smile, "So you need a hug, child?"

It's hard to say whether Sasriel made this suggestion out of maternal love (?) or malice.

“No need. You should go back and hug Amon. He needs a male mother more.” Medici practically spat out the words through gritted teeth.

Saslid immediately showed a regretful expression.

After a brief period of parent-child time, it was time to get down to business. Sasriel then logged off, and the Sun God took his place.

(End of this chapter)