Chapter 199: Amon Being Treated Differently

Even Amon, known as the Blasphemer, was genuinely stunned at this moment, producing thoughts similar to Mr. Door earlier.

This can't be blamed on him; after all, Amon's mischievous level was clearly still lacking compared to Lynn. Although he had also played pranks on Sequence 0, he had never played as big as Lynn did.

But along with the absurdity, Amon couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement deep within.

As the God of Mischief, Amon, the former number one troublemaker, was obviously a qualified fun-lover. Hence, even imagining a tea party where the Gods turned into children was irresistibly tempting for him.

He could almost visualize the Gods' funny and childish appearances after turning into children—an allure he could hardly resist as a fun-lover.

However, Amon remained Amon; despite the excitement and anticipation welling up inside, he maintained a composed expression and keenly noticed something.

Amon adjusted his crystal monocle and looked at Lynn, saying, "If I remember correctly, Medici seems to have fallen."

Bethel and Antigonus also looked at Lynn at this time. Apparently, the news of Medici's resurrection hadn't reached the Tudor Empire.

This was normal, given that Medici had only been resurrected a few days ago. Without a grand announcement in the Solomon Empire, it was normal for the news not to have spread—especially since Antigonus was a recluse and Bethel had been busy with Lynn.

"Eh, didn't Adam tell you? I resurrected Medici!" Lynn pretended to be surprised, glancing at Amon before looking at Adam, who stood quietly in the corner like a background figure, and said, "Adam contributed a lot to this matter."

No fault, no flaw; after all, Medici needed Adam's treatment to fully revive into a normal spiritual state without side effects.

Of course, Lynn admitted he was indeed sowing discord. As for whether revealing Medici's resurrection would affect a certain Red Angel's plans—come on, Adam already knew; he couldn't possibly not warn Tudor about the Red Angel's trap.

So, whether he said it or not made no difference. Lynn believed the Tudor Empire would receive the news of the Red Angel's return in a few days anyway.

"I just made a small contribution." Adam, still with that compassionate smile, showed no reaction to being outed.

'So that annoying Red Angel is really revived? Well, it should be simple for Lynn...' Antigonus glanced at Lynn, feeling a touch of envy towards the Red Angel.

As for other thoughts, Antigonus had none. After all, he hadn't interacted much with Medici, so he didn't care much about his resurrection.

Bethel, however, suddenly realized why Lynn had so easily agreed to not kill Tudor. Since the victim had been resurrected, it was only right for the victim to seek revenge themselves.

Even if Medici revived, he was still only Sequence 2. Despite having the True Creator and Solomon behind him, without Lynn's intervention, revenge wouldn't be easy... Bethel thought, sighing internally and feeling a sense of crisis for Alista Tudor.

"Perhaps in the future, Tudor will indeed pay the price for past mistakes and completely fall..." Bethel murmured to himself, feeling helpless and regretful, but not overly heartbroken.

Ultimately, Mr. Door didn't want Tudor dead because of their friendship and because he didn't want his investment to go to waste. Similarly, Adam didn't want Tudor to fall for similar reasons.

But if you were to say Bethel and the Blood Emperor had a life-and-death friendship, that would be nonsense.

Given the chance, Mr. Door would do his best to save Tudor, which was why he risked persuading Lynn and used a "request" on Tudor. But if it couldn't be done, Bethel wouldn't go to death for Tudor; their friendship wasn't that deep.

If Tudor fell in the future, Bethel could only offer white flowers at his grave and take care of his descendants, which would be the best he could do.

Amon was obviously the most surprised, glancing at Adam as if realizing something, then turning back to Lynn, saying, "Then congratulations to him. I hope he doesn't hold too much of a grudge; otherwise, even I would be troubled."

The previous matter referred to here was naturally Amon and Adam helping Tudor turn Medici into a stew.

But whether Amon's trouble was due to fearing Medici's revenge or fearing Medici instigating Lynn for revenge was unclear.

"People must pay for their actions, but don't worry too much. Neither I nor Medici will truly kill you."

Lynn, as if comforting, said, then brought the topic back, "So, Amon, are you willing to assist me in hosting the Gods' tea party?"

"Aren't you afraid of offending too many people at once? It won't be easy to deal with so many true gods and angels simultaneously, even for you," Amon adjusted his monocle, smiling as if probing.

"Rest assured, I just want to host a friendly tea party where everyone can revisit their childhood and chat about whatever they want. The invitees are not enemies, so there's nothing to worry about."

Lynn spoke slowly, looking at Amon and adding, "Also, thank you for your concern, but you're overthinking. Just a few Sequence 0s can't truly threaten me."

Amon's smile froze. He stared at Lynn, discerning if he was serious.

Finally, Amon could only conclude that the other party genuinely believed so.

'It seems Libert is even more mysterious than I thought. Tsk, I should have avoided Tudor's business; it feels like a loss...' Amon thought but didn't panic.

He could see Libert's other statement was also true—neither Libert nor Medici would really kill him.

As long as he wouldn't die, Amon wasn't worried. He feared death, but he also enjoyed the thrill of walking a tightrope, which was why he became the "Blasphemer."

So Amon smiled at Lynn, "If I assist you, what do I gain?"

'Sure enough, my nephew's resilience is strong, good, this will be fun...' Lynn could see through Amon's thoughts and, pleased, answered with a smile, "If you agree to help, I will trouble you less in the future."

"Otherwise, be ready to be beaten by me every day!"

Amon might like excitement, but not being beaten every day.

Indeed, Amon's smile froze instantly.

(End of Chapter)

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