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

Chapter 7 Amon, Zhou Mingrui, Adam and Rosen

"Huh?" Zhou Mingrui was taken aback, instinctively frowning as he said, "But... how are you going to explain my origins to them? You can't exactly say I'm a time traveler, can you?"

Although he had completely exposed his transmigrator identity in front of Rosen in a single encounter, Zhou Mingrui still didn't want to reveal his transmigration to others so soon.

Even the seemingly carefree and cheerful Mr. Fool during his college years possessed a deep-seated caution.

"Why explain?" Rosen looked at Zhou Mingrui with a puzzled expression. "I could just say you're a new friend I met, and as for your background, that's a secret, of course!"

A question mark slowly appeared above Zhou Mingrui's head. He couldn't help but say, "But it's impossible for you to have made new friends in this situation. You're only two days old. This sounds too suspicious..."

"It's alright!" Rosen smiled and patted Zhou Mingrui on the shoulder, saying, "Being suspicious will definitely seem suspicious, but since your background is inexplicable anyway, it's better not to say anything than to fabricate an obvious lie and let others guess."

"Don't worry, I'm here, nothing will happen." Rosen added as a final assurance, which sounded reassuring if one ignored the fact that he himself was a suspicious person.

At least Zhou Mingrui, who was unaware of the inside story, believed it. After all, in his view, Rosen was mysterious and powerful, and should be reliable.

Or rather, Zhou Mingrui had no choice but to believe, since he had no one else to trust in this strange world.

Because of this, Zhou Mingrui, who believed Rosen's lies, was placed on Rosen's shoulder. He happily went to the door of the next room, and while Zhou Mingrui was wondering whether he should knock, Rosen excitedly raised his foot and kicked it hard.

"Boom—"

Zhou Mingrui: ?

Dude, what are you doing?!

"Boom—"

The door was kicked open without warning. Inside, little Amon, who had been engrossed in his studies, looked up at Rosen and gritted his teeth, saying, "Rosen, are you crazy?"

"Don't be so harsh, Amon. Can't I just come to check on you?" Rosen said with a smile. If you were to ask why he kicked the door like that, it was, of course, to avenge the knife that was thrown at him at the dining table earlier.

Surely no one really thinks Rosen doesn't hold grudges?

"Ha!" Amon sneered, raising his hand to pinch the monocle on his face, looking at Rosen and saying, "You don't need to use this kind of low-level fraud on me, it's too fake."

He now looks somewhat like the angel from the original story.

Rosen noticed something; his monocle flashed. He then reached out and pressed down on Zhou Mingrui, who had almost been robbed, before turning to Amon and saying, "You can't just steal your brother's things, Amon, have you forgotten?"

Amon showed no remorse for being caught stealing. Instead, he said matter-of-factly, "As a thief, it's whoever gets the goods first, and you were the one who stole mine first."

Clearly, Amon was quite concerned about the matter of uniqueness.

"Yeah, you said it yourself, whoever steals it first gets to keep it." Rosen gave a pleased smile, and as he spoke, he casually pinched the monocle on his face.

After Amon's fist hardened, Rosen casually added:

"I wouldn't mind fighting you again."

"If you two insist on fighting, perhaps you can allow me to act as arbitrator?" Adam, who appeared out of nowhere, suddenly spoke up. The eldest son of God was clearly quite helpless in the face of the confrontation between his two younger brothers, but he did not intend to stop them.

Adam had gotten used to it; in the past 24 hours alone, his two brothers had clashed countless times.

To put it more bluntly, He has become numb. As long as neither side causes any major incidents, He can completely accept minor squabbles.

Perhaps this is how mythical creatures communicate their feelings?

Adam thought of the stories of the descendants of the ancient gods of the Second Age that he now knew, and this thought came to him.

"Children, perhaps you remember this is a corridor, not an arena?" Another voice rang out, and Sasriel, who had been in the study, emerged from the shadows. He reached out and touched the heads of the two cubs, first looking at Amon, and said:

"Amon, don't always provoke Rosen. A qualified thief is not the same as a brute."

Then Sasriel looked at Rosen, paused for a moment, and then smiled gently, "If you really want someone to fight with you, I can be your sparring partner."

"I'm really looking forward to it." Rosen was genuinely looking forward to it.

While it's fun to beat up Amon, he's still young and a weakling, and he's suppressed by the unique power. So, naturally, he can't help Amon as much as a true angel king who's good at fighting.

"...I'll start teaching you how to fight tomorrow," Sasriel said, his gaze falling on Rosen's shoulder. Though his eyes held a hint of inquiry, he remained composed as he asked, "Moreover, Rosen, perhaps you wouldn't mind introducing us to your new friend?"

"This is a new friend I've met..." Rosen introduced him without changing his expression, "You can call him Klein, but his background is a secret for now."

Zhou Mingrui paused for a moment upon hearing this, then realized that Klein was the local name Rosen had given him to adapt to the local customs. Quickly reacting, he nodded to Sasriel and said, "Hello!"

"Hello, Mr. Klein." Sussril smiled at the tiny cotton doll on Rosen's shoulder, seemingly without any intention of inquiring about its origins, and simply said:

"Is there anything I can help you with? Don't be so reserved. Since you're Rosen's friend, you can make yourself at home here."

Zhou Mingrui probably didn't expect the other party to be so friendly. After pausing for a moment, he smiled and replied, "Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Sasriel, but I don't need any help."

"Alright, then I won't disturb your fun any longer. But if you need anything, please come find me in the study." Sasriel glanced at Zhou Mingrui, said nothing more, and disappeared into the shadows just as he had come.

Whether He is still watching over this place through the shadows, no one knows.

With the parents no longer suppressing them, the atmosphere at the scene immediately relaxed a bit.

Amon glanced at Zhou Mingrui, his gaze both scrutinizing and critical. He then looked at Rosen and said with a smile, "You have really bad taste in friends. You can even be interested in such a weakling."