Amon's Great Adventure (20)

Watching Amon's expression change several times in a short span, Li Anbang, as an old policeman, naturally did not overlook such an obvious detail.

There was no doubt that this child's so-called father, brother, and acquaintances were all highly suspicious.

"Holy Emblem of the Cross... is that a religious organization?" Li Anbang secretly became wary. Although this country was not as serious as the Far East, Korea, or White Elephant, criminal groups operating under the banner of religion had never been scarce. And judging by the attitude this child had displayed, he clearly had his own understanding of religion. That was dangerous.

However, seeing how conflicted Amon already looked, Li Anbang temporarily gave up on questioning him further. As he considered buying him a Bible later to see how he reacted, he changed the subject.

"Come to think of it, how old are you this year?"

"Six or seven, I guess... I don't know exactly." Amon was annoyed by his father's outrageous antics and casually replied in a very mature tone.

Though it was usually not obvious, Amon held a deeply rooted reverence and admiration for his father. But now, the image of his father in his heart seemed to have undergone a tiny little change.

How should he put it? Whatever Bernadette felt when reading Roselle's Diary was exactly how Amon felt now.

Roselle might have been far more adventurous than White Manufacturing, but the problem was that Roselle had always seemed like an ordinary person, so his antics were somewhat easier to accept. White Manufacturing, on the other hand, had truly been a flawless, perfect existence in Amon's heart.

"Six or seven... that's school age too." Li Anbang rubbed his chin and muttered. He was not worried about Amon's tuition, since the child's unusual experiences alone qualified him