Arcanum: Chaos Path

Chapter 429 The young couple finally became a couple.

The elven singer, Shatas, continued shooting arrows while glaring at him fiercely, cursing, "How could I possibly abandon you and run away! You bastard, I'll deal with you later!"

"Wow!"

Just as the atmosphere at the scene was gradually developing in the direction of "the young couple choosing to die together in the face of a powerful enemy", one of the people on the other side suddenly started clapping. That person not only clapped, but also encouraged the people next to him to clap.

In an instant, the atmosphere that had just been tense and life-or-death became harmonious.

After clapping a few times, Pales looked at Mobert and the elven singer Shatas with a teasing gaze and joked, "Not bad, Mobert, when are you getting married? This old man can't wait to attend your wedding."

Mobert: ?

Elf Singer Shatas: ?
Mobert finally realized something. He looked at the crowd opposite him, who were all taking off their glasses, and tentatively asked, "Old man, is it really you?"

"What else did you think?" Pales glanced at him and asked with a chuckle, "You don't really think that you, a Sequence 5, could have the chance to play the hero like you just did after encountering the real Amon, do you? Were all those lessons a waste?"

Mobert blushed immediately and stammered, "Um, I..."

“That’s not how it works. The original body is quite wicked. It’s not impossible that it wanted to toy with Mobert and deliberately give him a chance to show off,” Little Amon objected.

Upon hearing this, Mobert was taken aback. He looked at little Amon and, seeing the monocle on the boy's face, felt a surge of suspicion. He tentatively asked, "And you are?"

"Hello, I'm Little Little Angel, you can also call me Little Amon." Little Amon greeted him warmly.

Upon hearing this answer, Mobert's heart skipped a beat. He immediately looked at Pales and asked for confirmation, "Old man, is what He said true?"

“He is indeed an incarnation of Amon.” Pales did not deny it, nodded, and couldn’t help but laugh at Mobert’s astonished look. He continued, “But you don’t need to be nervous. Times have changed. This is no longer the era when Amon could do whatever he wanted.”

Mobert was clearly surprised and puzzled by this. He glanced at Pales hesitantly, looking somewhat uncertain.

"What, do you doubt my identity, old man?" Pales glanced at Mobert, and could tell what he was thinking. He wasn't angry, but just chuckled and then suddenly began to recount Mobert's dark history from his childhood, such as bedwetting, cross-dressing, drinking ink, and so on.

"Enough, enough, I believe you are the old man." Mobert's face turned green, and he quickly shouted to stop.

Even if Pales reveals his dark past, it doesn't completely prove his identity, since theoretically, if Amon completely replaced Pales, he could also know these things.

However, Mobert Zoroaster was somewhat confident in his ancestor's ability to survive. The old man might not be a match for Amon, but it would definitely not be an easy task for the Angel of Time to completely devour him.

Secondly, Mobert knew very well that even if the other party really was Amon, since the other party was willing to put on this show with him disguised as an old man, then he had to cooperate with the other party to continue acting. In this way, at least he could think of any way to turn things around and escape, instead of being eaten as a snack.

Pales could naturally see what Mobert Zoroaster was thinking, but he was not going to explain any further. After all, this chain of suspicion could not be broken by explanation. Once he left the world in the book and resolved the issue of Mobert's lifespan, Mobert would no longer have any doubts.

After all, Amon wouldn't do something so thankless. "Mobert, what's going on?" The elven singer Shatas finally couldn't help but ask, completely bewildered by the sudden turn of events.

“Uh…” Mobert didn’t know how to explain for a moment. Although he had a rough idea that the old man was just joking with him, it was not a good idea to say it directly.

Although he didn't say it, judging from his stammering manner and the events that had just occurred, the elven singer, Shatas, could easily guess the truth. Her face immediately turned cold, and then, thinking of a certain possibility, she looked at Mobert and said, "You did this on purpose?"

"How could that be!" Mobert hurriedly defended himself, "I didn't even know the old man was coming, how could I possibly conspire with him to deceive you! Shatas, you have to believe me..."

"Hmph!" The elven singer, Shatas, snorted, neither saying whether she believed him nor not, but her expression softened. She simply said, "You may not have intentionally conspired with Him to deceive me, but is it possible that you saw through it but pretended not to?"

"Absolutely impossible! I genuinely thought I'd met Amon, but it turns out he was just an old man in disguise!" Mobert quickly defended himself, blurting out in his haste, "Shutter, believe me! I love you so much, how could I possibly lie to you about something like this..."

Mobert suddenly realized what he had said and stopped speaking abruptly.

The anger on the elven singer Shatas's face subsided at that moment. She thought about what had just happened, about Mobert's reaction to danger, and about her own body, which she had chosen to leave behind before she could think rationally...

The elven singer, Shatas, suddenly gritted her teeth.

Perhaps it was a telepathic connection, but Mobert also thought of what had just happened, which made him look at the elven singer Shatas and tentatively ask, "Speaking of which, Shatas, just now you..."

"Shut up!" The elven singer, Shatas, glared at him irritably, then said in a dangerous tone, "I haven't settled the score with you yet. You want to play the hero, huh? You want me to run away by myself, huh!"

Mobert chuckled awkwardly, then said, "Shattas, calm down, don't hit him. The old man is still here. It's not good to be so violent in front of an elder..."

Pales, who had been watching the younger generation's antics, spoke up at this moment: "Mobert, you can't say that. There's never any rule about elders interfering when young lovers quarrel and fight."

“No, old man, you’ve misunderstood. Shatas and I aren’t…” Mobert was about to explain when he saw the elven singer Shatas’s expression grow even colder, so he immediately changed his words, “No, we’re lovers.”

"Ha!" The elven singer Shatas sneered, then she drew her bow and nocked an arrow, which shot towards Mobertza with lightning speed.

"No, then are we or aren't we? Why are you angry again..." Mobert said, sounding a little aggrieved, as he ran.

His response was to continue thrusting arrows into his buttocks.

A few minutes later, Mobert stopped running, and the elven singer Shatas stopped shooting arrows. Mobert's buttocks were covered with arrows, making him look like a hedgehog. However, judging from the fact that Mobert's condition did not deteriorate much despite his grimacing, these arrows were more like a lesson than an actual attack.

The elven singer, Shatas, looked at Mobert, her expression suddenly turning serious, and said, "In the elven race, you must at least prepare a bouquet of flowers before confessing your love."

Mobert froze, realizing something, and stared blankly at the elven singer, Shatas.

(End of this chapter)