Mystery: Chaos Path

“Does he have a problem?” Amon naturally noticed Klein's abnormality and looked at Dunn Smith as well, raising a hand to pinch the monocle on his face, and asked.

As Amon spoke, Dunn Smith, though not very bright, also sensed something was wrong due to his animalistic intuition. He took a step back, about to turn and blend into the crowd, but bumped into someone as soon as he retreated.

“Sorry, please let me through, I’m in a hurry…” Dunn Smith apologized subconsciously. Although a pirate, he was clearly very polite due to Vice Admiral Iceberg’s teachings. However, the words stopped abruptly when Dunn Smith clearly saw the person he had accidentally bumped into.

Because Dunn Smith discovered that the person he bumped into was also wearing a monocle, and when he apologized, he also raised his hand to pinch the monocle on his face, the action exactly the same as one of the people he had just seen.

Although there was no reason, Dunn Smith’s spirituality began to sound alarms at that moment.

“Sir, are you very nervous?”

“Perhaps you want help?”

“Your face is so pale, are you suffering from some sudden illness?”

The crowd gathered around, their voices full of concern, as if this wasn't the City of Generosity, full of pirates, but some small town with simple folk customs. However, Dunn Smith’s expression became even paler, even his fingertips trembling slightly.

Because these people were all wearing monocles, and although they were different faces, they seemed like the same face.

Crap! What has he encountered?

Is this still Bayam, the City of Generosity?

Dunn Smith stopped thinking.

“Stop scaring people. Also, undo the parasitism on these people. Humans are not your toys. If you can't change this bad habit, I'll talk to your father myself.”

A strange voice rang in Dunn Smith’s ear. The voice was not gentle, but it easily pulled Dunn Smith out of his fear. He widened his eyes, gasping for breath, looking completely terrified.

The people around Dunn Smith began to cough, and a pile of Time Worms were coughed out for a moment before disappearing.

What happened?

Dunn Smith’s mind was a blank.

“Sorry, it’s a habit. I do it before my brain can react. I’ll try to restrain myself from doing it again.”

Immediately after, Dunn Smith heard another voice. For some reason, after hearing this voice, he shivered inexplicably.

So scary!

The people around Dunn Smith seemed to have completely forgotten what had just happened, each looking around in confusion before scattering like startled birds and beasts.

The people of Silver City who witnessed all of this: …

At that moment, Colin Iliad finally had a deep understanding of what Mr. Fool meant when he said, “Amon’s personality is somewhat wicked.”

At the same time, a trace of worry couldn't help but rise in his heart: Could it be that they have really come to believe in some evil god?

They don't look like decent people!

But then, Colin Iliad suppressed this worry and looked at Mr. Fool, who was walking towards Dunn Smith, regaining his determination.

In any case, Mr. Fool has already brought light to Silver City. Whether out of gratitude or something else, they no longer have a way back.

Then let's firmly walk to the end!

“How are you feeling?” Klein walked to Dunn Smith, who looked terrified and confused, and felt a rare trace of pity for this unlucky child.

Amon’s movements were too fast. It was too late to stop him when Klein noticed.

Fortunately, what Dunn Smith encountered was still better than what Audrey Hall’s family encountered. It shouldn’t leave too deep a psychological shadow, right?

Klein thought uncertainly, and was also a little curious as to why Dunn Smith would appear here.

“I… I’m fine.” Dunn Smith finally came back to his senses. He looked at Klein, then looked at Amon, who was quietly watching him a few steps away, and squeezed out a sentence from his throat, barely managing a smile.

Klein glanced at Amon, who immediately showed an innocent smile.

“I didn’t do anything to him again.” Amon said that he was very wronged.

“The fact that you’re standing here is already a kind of torment to him.” Klein said unhappily, then looked at Dunn Smith again, smiling and saying, “Sorry, Amon just wanted to play a joke on you. As an apology, let us treat you to a meal! Don't worry, He won't hurt you again.”

Dunn Smith widened his eyes when he heard this. He really wanted to refuse, but the words changed into: “Okay, okay, you’re too kind.”

Klein naturally saw Dunn Smith’s resistance. He decided to ignore it—after all, it would be a pity not to tease the Red Glove a bit after encountering him!

“So what’s the difference between you and me?” Amon asked sincerely.

“There’s no difference. I’ve never denied that I’m a wicked fellow.” Klein glanced at Him, not embarrassed at all.

“Is this what you call humanity?” Amon was already used to Klein’s shamelessness. He just looked at Klein and asked sincerely again: “It doesn’t seem much different from me.”

“No, there’s still a difference. At least I have a bottom line, and you don’t.” Klein looked at Amon and said seriously: “Amon, you should also draw a line for yourself, no matter for whom.”

Amon raised his hand to pinch the monocle on his face when he heard this, then said: “Then what kind of line do you think I should draw?”

“At the very least, you should establish respect for life. Killing is okay, but taking pleasure in killing is not a good habit.” Klein stared at Azik’s dark eyes, smiling and saying:

“This is also my bottom line. Having fun is okay, but killing innocents or causing innocents to have a mental breakdown for the sake of having fun is not okay.”

“Doesn’t sound like a high bottom line.” Amon lowered his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking, and said.

“Because I’m not a good person either. If you’re willing, you can also restrain yourself according to your father’s standards. Anyway, I don’t care.” Klein spread his hands, saying very indifferently.

Amon was silent for a while, probably recalling the standards of conduct of the Ancient Sun God, and finally said seriously: “I think even reforming has to be done step by step. Let’s follow your standards first!”

Although Amon admired his father very much, if you wanted Amon to completely agree with the Sun God’s set of life values and demand himself according to the other party’s standards… too terrible!

Amon felt a trace of fear for once.

“Tsk!” Klein was not surprised by Amon’s reaction. He shook his head, then looked at the people of Silver City, smiling and saying: “Sorry for the wait, let’s continue towards the restaurant!”

The people of Silver City didn’t say a word, and no one objected.

So the group once again went towards Amon’s restaurant in a hurry, except that this time there was a Red Glove like a quail in the team.