Mystery: At the start, you gain the uniqueness of the thief.

Chapter 85 Rosen's First Encounter with the Red Angel Evil Spirit

Chapter 85 Rosen's First Encounter with the Red Angel Evil Spirit

Back in the Fourth Age, because the Medici evil spirit was in a rather awkward position, Rosen did not go to see him. Backlund belonged to the Terensost Empire at that time. It not only had the Sequence 0 Night Emperor Terensost with the Judgement Path, but also had the Six Gods as supporters. For Rosen and his companion, it was a rather dangerous place, after all, they were just angels.

When he later met the true Creator, Rosen forgot about it because he was preoccupied with the idea of ​​"a loving family".

"But you can't blame me. After all, even Xiao Hong herself didn't care about His position in that era, and I was having too much fun, so how could I possibly remember?" Rosen thought to himself righteously, as the scenery around him had already changed.

Rosen looked up at the unremarkable house in front of him and walked in without hesitation. He followed the underground passage, passed through the hall full of snakes, and easily arrived at the room where the Red Angel evil spirit was sealed.

Just as described in the original work, in a room filled with the Black Emperor's asymmetrical features, a figure sat in a high-backed chair. The person wore armor stained with blood, and his appearance was exactly the same as Rosen remembered, except that there was a festering wound on each side of his face, and a red banner mark between his eyebrows.

The man had his legs crossed, looking somewhat casual. He clearly sensed Rosen's arrival, and when Rosen looked at him, he looked back at him without any hesitation.

"Oh, isn't this His Highness the Divine Child? Did you sneak off to the Fifth Era for a trip?"

"Yes, actually I've been here for a while now, and I must say, it's quite an unexpected era," Rosen said with a smile. He continued to scrutinize the Trinity Angel before him, then suddenly said with certainty, "But you, Medici, were you waiting for me?"

"I don't see what's surprising about you," Medici sneered, rolling his eyes. "Which eye of yours saw me waiting for you?"

"Then why don't you leave?" Rosen tilted his head and looked at Medici with a smile. "You can leave now, right? Let me guess, you should have already met Adam."

Medici's expression froze, his face darkening for a moment before he suddenly chuckled and said, "Yes, I saw it. Thanks to you, He helped me break free of the seal and stabilize my condition. I know He didn't do it out of guilt—"

Medici looked up at Rosen, her voice tinged with resentment, and said, "He's just using me to curry favor with you. He thinks I'm a gift he can give you. Ha, as expected of him, after all these years, he hasn't changed a bit!"

Rosen was not surprised by the answer at all. He stared at the red angel in front of him, who had become an evil spirit. She was more weathered than the red angel in his memory. She had lost her spiritedness and instead appeared gloomy.

This is not surprising, after all, no matter how angry Medici was about what would happen in the future, he had not actually experienced it all, so he was still the spirited red angel.

The evil spirit before us has truly experienced betrayal and has been sealed for over a thousand years.

Because of Rosen, he most likely regained his past memories a few days ago and learned the truth about Adam.

"How pitiful." Rosen shook his head, looking at Medici as if he were looking at a drowning puppy. When Medici glared at him, Rosen suddenly laughed and said, "But you still chose to stay here and wait for me. Why, Medici?"

Medici's angry expression froze, and he suddenly fell silent, a moment reminiscent of burnt-out ashes.

Rosen didn't urge him, but just waited quietly.

"I don't know," Medici finally spoke, gazing at the divine child before him with a mocking smile. "Perhaps it's because I want to see you. How novel it is that you can make the Lord yield, make the Lord fear you yet bow down. So he can be like that too. And all that past... I feel I should see you, even if it's just for the sake of that past me."

"Now that you've seen it, what are your thoughts?" Rosen asked curiously.

"He doesn't look anything special, just a brat carved from the same shell as Amon," Medici said, pursing his lips. "No wonder I always wanted to beat you up in the past; you really do look like you deserve a beating."

"Don't say that. Compared to Amon, I'm much more principled," Rosen corrected with a smile. He suddenly walked up to Medici and said with a laugh, "Do you remember you owe me two things?"

"How could I forget?" Medici curled his lip, staring at the divine child before him, his tone as sarcastic as ever: "What, is there anything a crippled evil spirit like me can do for Your Highness? If so, I would be deeply honored."

"It's less of mocking me and more of self-loathing. Medici, it's awful, isn't it? This feeling of helplessness. I bet you really wanted to punch Adam when you first saw him, just like you did before, but you couldn't."

Rosen smiled as he looked at the evil spirit before him, and his smile grew even brighter as he watched the spirit clench its fist so suddenly.

He knew how proud Medici was, and the prouder a person is, the harder it is for them to accept this outcome.

"What exactly do you want me to do? Just say it," Medici said, his tone unusually free of sarcasm.

"Actually, I don't have anything I want you to do. After all, as you said, you're just a half-crippled evil spirit now," Rosen said slowly. He then sighed and said, "But I feel a little guilty just leaving you to fend for yourself."

"You still have a conscience?" Medici looked at him, a surprised expression on his face.

"Just a little." Rosen made a gesture, then suddenly reached out and touched the spot on Medici's forehead where the mark of the City of Calamity was located. After sensing something, Rosen smiled, withdrew his hand, and said, "Go and become the master of calamity, Medici. You know I need some allies. I don't need you to stand against the true creator, but I need you to support me in other areas."

The River of Eternal Darkness is too special; it could be the Mother River or the legendary Underworld. Although Rosen was not sure, he refused to help the Goddess of Night control her.

Rosen admitted that it was somewhat willful, but there was no other way. He had always been a willful person, and he had the right to be willful. The existence of the cotton doll guaranteed that as long as Klein could successfully become the Lord of Mysteries, they would have at least three beings with mystical powers, which would be enough to make up for some of the losses.

But the City of Calamity doesn't matter, since it's a wicked dragon, and subduing it is considered eliminating a scourge for the people.

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