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

Chapter 90 The Free Little Crow

Chapter 90 The Free Little Crow

Amon was once again speechless at Rosen's words. Although he was still a cub, it was certainly not true that he had no concept of becoming the Lord of Mysteries.

Becoming the Lord of Mysteries means taking on the responsibility of saving the world and becoming a figure like a father.

It's not just about glory, power, and status; it's also an inescapable burden.

And Amon—indeed, was never someone who wanted to be a savior.

Amon was silent for a few seconds before saying, "Then why not you?"

Even if Rosen chose to become the Lord of Mysteries, Amon wouldn't mind.

Anyway, Amon has already gotten used to being outdone by Rosen.

"Perhaps because I have a better path?" Rosen blinked, then suddenly and unexpectedly reached out and ruffled Amon's hair, making a mess of it before withdrawing his hand with satisfaction. As Amon glared at him angrily, he said, "I know you don't want to take on that kind of responsibility. That kind of responsibility would crush you. You're a free little crow, after all!"

"Should I thank you for your thoughtfulness?" Amon said irritably, while tidying his messy hair.

"You're welcome?" Rosen said with a smile, laughing at Amon's stunned expression. "Don't be angry. Let others shoulder the responsibility of saving the world, and you can always be a carefree, mischievous kid, isn't that better?"

Amon pouted and said defiantly, "Even if I become the Lord of Mysteries, I don't have to save the world."

Although it was said in a fit of pique, these words actually revealed some of Amon's true feelings.

"Haha!" Rosen laughed, as if he had heard something very funny. After laughing, he said, "If you don't want to be a savior, then don't touch that power that is capable of saving the world. Unless you have the ability to make up for the losses in this area, I will really beat you to death, Amon."

Amon's expression froze; he could tell that Rosen was serious.

He was actually serious?

Amon was puzzled. He had always known that Rosen was the same as him; they were twins and of the same kind.

But at this moment, Amon suddenly realized that they were not entirely the same.

"Why?" Amon looked puzzled. The young Time Angel looked at his twin brother, feeling genuine confusion at that moment: "You don't seem to care about this world either, do you?"

"Ah, why—" Rosen gave a reminiscing look, then smiled a few seconds later and said:

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Perhaps it's because someone taught me that.

Rosen reached out and gently patted Amon's head, saying, "Amon, of course you can be a naughty kid, living freely and unrestrained, but never become an obstacle to those good kids saving the world. That's politeness."

"—I don't quite understand." Amon looked puzzled.

"Actually, I don't really understand either, but someone told me that I should be a polite and well-behaved child," Rosen said. After thinking for a few seconds, he looked at Amon seriously and said, "As for you, if you become an impolite and bad child, I will definitely beat you to death."

Amon couldn't quite describe his feelings at that moment. He just gritted his teeth in annoyance and was about to say something when Rosen suddenly handed him a box.

"What is this?" Amon raised an eyebrow and asked.

"A gift, won't you take a look?" Rosen said with a smile.

"Ha!" Amon sneered, snatched the gift box, and found a music box inside.

"That's it?" Amon opened the music box and saw a group of animals of all sizes standing inside. Each of these animals was exactly the same as the one in the painting "The Sun God at Work". In the center of the animals was a miniature version of Crystal Amon.

"This is a villain-themed music box that I designed myself," Rosen said with a smile. He casually flicked the switch on the music box, and the little animals began to circle around Crystal Amon, making very vivid sounds such as "Gah—", "Meow—", and "Woof—".

Rosen said very seriously, "That way, when you are defeated in the future, you can take out this music box and pretend that you were defeated because you were controlled by the past."

"What's the point of this?" A question mark popped up above Amon's head.

"That makes you seem like a beautiful, tragic, and powerful villain with a compelling backstory," Rosen said seriously. "You know, these days, it doesn't matter if you're a villain or not. As long as you're beautiful, tragic, and powerful enough, the chances of you being redeemed in the future will greatly increase. Even if you die, the author can still resurrect you."

Amon increasingly felt that Rosen was sick.

He then fiddled with the music box in his hand for a while before looking at Rosen and asking sincerely, "Why are you still here?"

"How heartless, little Amon! You could at least say thank you!" Rosen said with a chuckle.

"What are you talking about in your sleep?" Amon looked at him in confusion.

"Then I'll take the gift back." Rosen pretended to take back his gift.

"No way, if you give it to me, it's mine." Amon immediately jumped three feet away, and only under Rosen's silent, amused gaze did he reluctantly say, "—Thank you."

"Good boy, that's a polite child!" Rosen patted Amon's head, then stretched and said, "I'm going to find Medici now. See you at dinner!"

"Who cares about you?" Amon raised his hand to push up his monocle, but his gaze remained fixed on the music box in his hand, lost in thought.

After Lawson disappeared, Amon reached out and flicked the switch on the music box, and the little animals started "noisy" again.

"So noisy!" Amon pouted, but then he vaguely heard another sound. This made him lower his head and put his ear close to the music box before he could hear what the sound was.

It was a blessing song with a very simple melody, something like "Wishing you peace, happiness, and freedom."

"Is this the gift you brought me?"

Medici looked at the four-piece hot pot set that someone had taken out and felt a little itchy.

He hadn't forgotten that Rosen had previously joked about the time when He would be tricked by Adam in the future, calling it the "hot pot incident."

As for what hot pot is, Red Angel originally didn't know, but thanks to the enthusiastic explanation from a certain friend, Rosen, she learned about it.

"That's right!" Rosen nodded, enthusiastically suggesting, "Look, with all this stuff, you can have a lively hot pot meal with your friends, isn't that great?"

"Do you think I've lost my memory?" Medici glanced at him and said sarcastically, "Or is it that because you, a certain divine child, have the memories of a goldfish, you assume everyone else does too?"