Chapter 85: See if I don't beat him up

"At the end of this month, we'll set off. Since it's a formal visit, there will be an entourage accompanying us," Bethel Abraham replied, finally unable to resist raising his hand to rub his brow.

Bethel could already foresee how lively this trip would be. If it weren't for the formal nature of this visit, with the visit itself being part of a ceremony, he would have just opened a door and taken the entourage there directly, avoiding any potential incidents along the way.

"Please make sure to call me then," Lynn said with a smile, though his mind was already buzzing with activity.

Why are Amon and Mr. Door visiting the God of Death? Is there some collaboration between the Balam Empire and the Tudor Empire?

Hmm, having a collaboration seems normal. After all, there are always some sorts of cooperation among high-sequence Beyonders. Today they cooperate, tomorrow they backstab each other—it's not uncommon.

Amon simply smiled as he observed, the single crystal monocle on his face reflecting a thoughtful glint in his black eyes.

Bethel and his child, truly... interesting!

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"I wonder if Amon will try to parasitize me afterward. Tsk tsk, I'm actually looking forward to it. Such deliberate courting of death... I'll make sure to prepare a wreath for him."

After finally taking a bath and preparing for a comfortable sleep to rejuvenate his spirit, Lynn switched his focus back to his main account while also operating his smurf account to follow the butler for educational materials, mumbling silently while pinching his chin.

Of course, Lynn also knew that with Amon's spiritual intuition, he wouldn't really kill himself, likely stopping in time, but he would definitely suffer.

This brat needs to understand that not everyone can be parasitized easily.

"And if he really annoys me, once this period passes and the aftereffects completely disappear, I'll see if I don't beat him up. Killing an Angel of the Error pathway is difficult, but beating him up is easy..."

With these thoughts, Lynn threw himself onto the bed, covered himself with the blanket, and closed his eyes, entering sleep.

Killing Amon and beating him up are two different difficulties. The Angel of Time is very skilled at staying alive. Even if Lynn borrowed power to reach Sequence 0, he couldn't guarantee killing Amon. Going beyond this level would be too dangerous and not worth it.

So, although Amon annoyed Lynn, as long as Amon didn't cross his bottom line, considering the face of Sasrir and the Ancient Sun God, and also taking into account Adam and the True Creator, Lynn wouldn't pay too high a price to deal with Amon.

But Lynn wouldn't mind beating him up a few more times.

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The next day, September 24, in the afternoon.

For Klein, who was still under the influence of the night and highly valued by the Evernight Church, learning the details of the God descent event at Lanevus yesterday was no difficulty.

In fact, without Klein even needing to inquire, Crestet Cesimir, who had just met Lynn yesterday, approached Klein to inform him of everything that happened.

No choice, since the Angel of Secrets had clearly said that he would only talk to Klein if Klein came to him personally. Given that Crestet Cesimir had recently received an oracle from the Evernight Goddess, prioritizing the task of finding the Angel of Secrets, he could only follow the requirements despite feeling helpless and puzzled.

Upon learning the full story, Klein was speechless, 'Alright, he was now certain that last night's Lanevus was deliberately left for him by the Angel.'

The guy really was a drama script enthusiast.

But what could Klein do? He could only sigh, smile at his old superior, and assure him that he would do his best to find the Angel of Secrets.

The only thing that made Klein happy was that the reimbursement and subsidy from the church had finally come through, even exceeding his expectations. Besides the basic reimbursement, there was an additional secret mission subsidy, totaling 1,000 pounds.

Even splitting it with Leonard, each got 500 pounds.

"With this money, if I save a bit more, I might consider buying a decent extraordinary weapon. The Creeping Hunger is good, but it lacks strong attack capabilities. If I could get an offensive weapon to complement it, it would be more beneficial for future battles."

Returning to 15 Minsk Street from the St. Samuel Church, Klein counted his current savings and pondered what kind of extraordinary weapon to buy.

The Creeping Hunger was indeed a powerful artifact and had greatly aided him, but because its previous owner, Admiral of Blood Qilangos, was of the Storm pathway and didn't lack offensive abilities, the Creeping Hunger's abilities were mostly supportive and controlling, lacking in attack power.

Unfortunately, Klein himself was only a Seer pathway Beyonder, which was also more supportive in the early stages. This combination highlighted Klein's biggest shortcoming: a lack of strong offensive abilities.

He clearly felt this deficiency during his battle with Lanevus yesterday.

"If I had an offensive weapon, I could have ended the fight with Lanevus faster and had time to clean up the scene." Klein reviewed the battle in his mind before continuing his thoughts,

"Considering portability, the weapon must not be too large, at least something I can carry without attracting attention."

"So should I buy a short dagger or a short sword?" Klein thought, then glanced at the revolver on his waist and had another idea, "Actually, it would be best to get a gun-like extraordinary weapon since I already have some foundation in this area, but I haven't seen anyone selling such weapons."

In his limited experience at Beyonder gatherings, he had seen people selling extraordinary weapons, but they were mostly knives, swords, clubs, and even axes. He hadn't seen any guns.

"If I could find a craftsman to custom-make one, that would be ideal, but I haven't heard of the Machinery Hivemind taking such orders, and I don't know anyone from there. Wild craftsmen are notoriously rare." Klein sighed slightly, "If I could custom-make one, besides gun-type weapons, tarot cards would also suit me."

"Forget it, I should just attend more Beyonder gatherings. Maybe I'll find a suitable weapon." Klein shook his head, put away his money, and then took out his golden pocket watch to check the time.

There was still half an hour left before three in the afternoon, enough time to prepare for the upcoming Tarot meeting.

(End of chapter)