Mystery: Chaos Path

This wasn't surprising. After all, completely groveling was no different from being a dog. William I wanted to introduce a Black Emperor precisely because he didn't want to continue being a dog for the Three Gods, so how could he possibly become a dog for the True Creator?

After this round of negotiations, it had to be said that William I achieved the results he wanted. Although he lost some benefits, he held onto his bottom line. At the same time, he confirmed that the True Creator genuinely wanted to cooperate with them—at least, that's what he believed.

William I was so certain mainly because he felt that the Red Angel, who desired war, and the True Creator, who wanted to break the seal, had aligned interests and demands with them.

People might lie, but they won't betray their own interests.

He was satisfied, and Roland and the others were even more satisfied. After all, William I wouldn't know that the seemingly sincere ally he believed in was just a reflection in the mirror, only there to deceive them.

People indeed won't betray their own interests, but no one has stipulated that there's only one way to obtain benefits.

But William I couldn't be blamed for this. Who could have imagined the existence of someone as extraordinary as Roland? The angels of this era couldn't comprehend what it meant to strive for the happiness of the people.

After the negotiations ended, the War Angel naturally didn't stay in the palace for long. He quickly arrived at the alternate dimension where Roland and Medici were. His ruby-like eyes scanned Roland from top to bottom, and then he clicked his tongue and said:

"Tsk, I didn't know that my future self would have such poor taste."

"Maybe it's because you're blind?" Roland didn't feel offended. He just blinked and said seriously, "After all, if your eyesight was even a little better, you wouldn't have ended up being cooked in a hot pot."

The War Angel's smile instantly froze. He looked at Roland with a dangerous gaze, as if considering where to start burning him with fire.

"Don't look at me like that; you can't do anything." Roland wasn't afraid at all. After all, the Shadow of Time couldn't attack him, the summoner. He just smiled and looked at the War Angel, saying:

"Besides, given your fondness for me, you wouldn't attack me just because of a single sentence like that."

Although the Shadow of Time wouldn't share the memories of his future self, he would share his level of fondness. So, despite the War Angel's disapproving expression towards Roland, his fondness had already quietly exceeded 80.

"Heh!" The War Angel sneered, then his gaze fell on Medici, who was watching the show from the side and seemed to be gloating. He snorted and said, "How could you choose such a thing?"

Medici didn't even lift an eyelid in the face of the mockery from his younger self. Instead, he nonchalantly took out two apples, handed one to Roland next to him, and started eating the other with a "crunch, crunch" sound.

After swallowing a piece of apple, Medici finally looked up at the War Angel, shrugged, and said, "No choice. I had nowhere to go, and only this little monster was willing to take in a homeless, pitiful Little Red."

The War Angel frowned upon hearing this, looked at Medici with disgust, and said, "How did you become so disgusting?"

"You were the one who started with the sarcasm." Medici smiled. As a true hunter, Medici obviously wouldn't be polite even when facing his past self. He said unhappily, "Who are you calling blind with every other word!"

"I'm calling you blind!" The War Angel nodded without hesitation, saying, "If you weren't blind, who would be? You've turned yourself into such a crippled and weak state. To be honest, I'm embarrassed to recognize you. Are you really my future self, or are you just fooling people?"

Medici smiled upon hearing this, but not out of anger. He just glanced at the War Angel and said, "Do you have anything worth fooling me for?" As he said that, he looked left and right with a critical gaze, shaking his head as he looked.

When two Red Angels were together, they undoubtedly fully demonstrated what it meant to be top-tier hunters—meaning indiscriminate sarcasm.

Anyway, Roland was quite happy watching. He ate his apple with a "crunch, crunch" sound. After finishing an apple, Roland took out a tissue to wipe his mouth before saying, "You guys should stop arguing. You two are both responsible for falling to this point."

The two Red Angels, who were currently mocking each other, stopped at the same time. Two pairs of extremely similar, yet slightly different, ruby eyes looked at Roland, both with ill intent.

Roland himself smiled calmly at them and said, "However, I want to clarify one point. I'm a conscientious boss, so following me can't be considered poor taste."

"Heh, a conscientious boss who makes his employees work until they almost die?" Medici almost rolled his eyes.

"There's no helping it. After all, the employee I trust the most in this world is Little Red. I wouldn't feel at ease if I didn't entrust those tasks to you!" Roland spread his hands and said very frankly.

This was the truth. Although Roland had recruited many people to join the Prankster Club, he didn't trust existences like Mr. Door that much. Secondly, their condition wasn't suitable for doing things. In the end, these things could only be entrusted to Medici.

Medici glanced at Roland upon hearing this. After seeing the other party's seriousness, he clicked his tongue and said, "That's truly heavy trust."

Roland blinked, then suddenly changed the subject and said, "Besides, Little Red, you're clearly also responsible for this matter?"

"Huh?" Medici looked at Roland, his face almost spelling out, "Let's see how you try to put the blame on me."

Roland said with confidence, "As the saying goes, those who can't lead a team can only work themselves to death. Because I'm relatively good at leading a team, I can be carefree. But Little Red, you do everything yourself. You don't know how to cultivate confidants to share the workload, so of course you'll be tired!"

Medici finally rolled his eyes upon hearing this and said unhappily, "Is there a possibility that I have been cultivating confidants? Otherwise, who do you think is usually in charge of the base? It's just that someone assigns me tasks too quickly, and they're basically things from different fields. The speed at which I cultivate confidants can't keep up with the speed at which you assign tasks."

"Do you think everyone is like me, capable of holding multiple positions?"

"Ah, this…" Roland rarely showed a slightly guilty smile upon hearing this, then thought of something and looked at Medici seriously, saying:

"Don't worry, Little Red. In order for you to be freed as soon as possible, I will definitely dig Saslier over. You'll be relaxed then."

Medici: …

Medici rolled his eyes again and said, "Go ahead and dig. It'll be your win if you can dig him up."

The War Angel suddenly asked at this moment, "Saslier?"

"You don't know, right? This guy has been惦记ing Saslier for a long time. He's always wanted to dig Saslier over to work for him." Medici glanced at his past self and didn't hide anything, saying, "I admire his determination in this regard."