Arcanum: Chaos Path

Chapter 431 Pales's Good Intentions for Leonard
Danitz glanced timidly in Rolin's direction.

Rowling smiled back at him, then looked at Mobert Zoroaster and said with a smile, "I came up with this name. Don't you think it has a lot of Hunter Path characteristics?"

Mobert's expression immediately turned strange, and he couldn't help but say, "I can understand the code name Red, but maid... hunters and gentle maids, I really can't connect them. What kind of relationship do they have?"

“This only shows that you don’t know enough about the Hunter Path…” Rowling stroked his chin and began to explain the features of the Hunter Path to Mobert Zoroaster on the spot, mainly explaining the story of the chosen red nanny Medici, which left Mobert dumbfounded.

“Well… I have heard some gossip, but I always thought it was fake…” Mobert’s face was a mixture of two emotions: fear of being beaten and anticipation of hearing gossip. He swallowed hard before saying, “Mainly because Lord Medici really doesn’t seem like the kind of person who would take care of children…”

Mobert had seen the Red Angel before. Although he could hardly be said to know him, as an excellent Zoroaster, Mobert had indeed had the privilege of seeing the Red Angel from afar once. The man's majesty and pride left a deep impression on him, and because of this, Mobert could not imagine that such a man would take care of a child.

“That’s just a stereotype. Little Red is very caring. She took care of me, Gehrman, and Little Amon before.” Rolin shook his head, not holding back in his criticism of Medici.

“Yeah, Little Red’s mom is really good at taking care of people. She’s the kind of man who could be my mother!” Little Amon chimed in without hesitation, adding to Little Red’s strange reputation. He even tugged at the silent Little K beside him and said, “Right, Gehrman!”

Xiao Ke: ...

I'm sorry, Mr. Medici.

"Mr. Medici is indeed very considerate of others." Little K said in his heart, using the gentlest possible description.

Three people testified to the story, and importantly, the old man next to him did not deny it. This made Mobert Zoroaster believe Rolin's words for a moment. While feeling incredulous, he was also worried that he would be killed to silence him.

After all, the people in front of him were obviously on good terms with Lord Medici, so they could say such things freely, but he was just an ordinary Zoroaster... Thinking of this, Mobert couldn't help but look at Pales beside him.

"Don't worry, Medici won't hold it against you, as long as you don't spread rumors." Pales reassured his descendant, perfectly concealing the fact that he himself was also enjoying the gossip.

After all, even Pales wasn't entirely aware of this gossip about the King of Angels.

Upon hearing this, Mobert Zoroaster breathed a sigh of relief, but dared not continue the conversation, fearing that a certain red angel might suddenly jump out and burn him to ashes.

So Mobert Zoroaster decided to change the subject. He rolled his eyes a few times, as if he had thought of something, and curiously glanced at Leonard next to Pales, asking, "Old man, is this your current student?" His tone was filled with doubt and disbelief.

Leonard, who was suddenly called, had a bad feeling.

Sure enough, the next second he heard Pales sigh and say, "There's nothing he can do. He's an idiot, but what can you do when he's lucky?"

Leonard: ...

He knows it!

“Old man!” Leonard finally couldn’t help but retort, “Where am I stupid?” “Where are you not stupid?” Pales glanced at Leonard and said with a smile, “You should know your place. Do you think you’re very smart?”

Leonard was momentarily stunned by the question, then, as if remembering something, he said, "I'm not exactly a super smart person, but I'm not stupid either!"

"Hehe!" Pales chuckled twice, then turned serious for once, saying, "Compared to ordinary people, you're not stupid, you might even be considered somewhat clever. But Leonard, you're my student, you're a member of the 'Funniest Club,' and your best friend has close relationships with many angels..."

“In this situation, if you’re not smart enough, then you’re a fool.” Pales looked at Leonard, sighed, and said, “I wish you were a smart person, so that even if something happens to me or your friends in the future, you can protect yourself, but I know you’re not smart enough.”

“And those who are not clever enough, if they think themselves clever, are better off just being fools.” Pales seemed to recall something at this point, his expression turning somewhat sad. He continued:
"Fortunately, you really are a fool who doesn't like to use his brain, which is good too, so you won't get more deeply involved in those things."

Leonard fell silent. He hadn't expected Pales to think this way at all. He had always assumed that Pales was using the mockery of his intelligence to pressure him into studying. He never imagined that Pales was actually concerned for his safety, which moved him deeply. "Old man, you..."

However, Leonard's emotion didn't last even a second before he heard Pales continue with a chuckle: "Although your intellectual deficiencies are irreparable, your knowledge deficiencies can be somewhat compensated for. It just so happens that Mobert has also missed more than a thousand years of lessons. You two can come to my place for tutoring later."

Leonard's expression froze.

Mobert seemed to recall something, and a grim expression appeared on his face. He hesitated for a moment, then looked at Pales and said, "Old man, I'm over a thousand years old..."

"So what if you're over a thousand years old? The Sun God next door is thousands of years old and still learning from the God of Knowledge. How old are you? You're not even a demigod yet, and you're already trying to avoid learning." Pales glanced at Mobert Zoroaster and said with a chuckle.

Mobert was immediately suppressed by his great-grandfather.

The elven singer Shatas, having heard a certain keyword, twitched her ears and glanced at Pales with some confusion, but ultimately said nothing.

The group quickly arrived at the camp amidst the noise and commotion, where people were already waiting. The two sides met soon after, and Mobert introduced them as intermediaries.

When little Amon was introduced, the others didn't react much, but the ascetic Snowman suddenly raised his head. He clearly knew what the name represented, and after carefully examining little Amon for a few moments, his expression became more excited than ever before:
"You...you are the Time Angel?" The voice trembled with disbelief.

Little Amon paused for a moment upon hearing this. He looked at the ascetic Snowman, as if he had thought of something, pursed his lips, and then sighed. He did not refute, nor did he separate himself from his true form as before. Instead, he nodded and said, "It is me."

Little Amon looked at the other person and said seriously, "Snowman, you have done very well all these years. Now I am here to take you home on the orders of the Sun God."

"Lord! Lord..." The ascetic Snowman could hardly describe his feelings at this moment. It was like someone who had lived in darkness for a long time finally seeing a ray of light. He bowed to little Amon and said in an extremely devout voice:

"Your will is my will."

(End of this chapter)