Giving the Red Angel a Little Surprise

Luo Lin wasn't surprised by this. As he walked inside, he surveyed the building that had buried three Angels of the War Pathway and birthed a Blood Emperor.

Just as described in the original work, it was a building with very distinct Fourth Epoch style, embodying a messy, irregular, and asymmetrical beauty. Black was the dominant color, and the walls bore markings that looked like they had been carved by slashing.

"Honestly, anyone with OCD would probably be driven mad by the Black Emperor Pathway's aesthetic. Hmm, I suspect Trunsoest couldn't stand this aesthetic, which is why he teamed up with Tudor to rebel against Solomon. Otherwise, why would He have jumped to the Judge Pathway?" Luo Lin quipped with a classic Fourth Epoch joke, then continued inside, soon arriving at the place where the statues of the Six Gods were displayed.

Luo Lin's gaze swept over the statues one by one, memorizing the faces of the gods so he could recognize them when dealing with them in the future. He then took another step, moving deeper inside.

Soon, Luo Lin arrived before the last room. As a temporary Ferryman, he could clearly sense what lay behind this door – a powerful evil spirit.

"However, in terms of pure strength, I probably can't beat my current self..." Luo Lin made a preliminary judgment in his mind and, without hesitation, entered the final room.

"A little fellow from the Spirit Detective Agency?"

A voice, arrogant yet slightly provocative, casual yet seemingly laced with caution, echoed in the spacious room. Luo Lin looked in the direction of the voice and saw a figure seated in a high-backed chair.

The figure wore blood-stained black armor, with fiery red hair as flamboyant as flames. His face was young and handsome, but both sides of his face bore rotten marks. His blood-red eyes, the same color as his hair, seemed to gaze at him indifferently.

To be fair, if Luo Lin didn't know how miserable Medici had become, his current appearance would have been quite intimidating.

"I think I'm sensing a familiar aura, a bit like Salinger?" A crack suddenly opened on the rotten part of Medici's left cheek, and he spoke.

"Idiot, Salinger has been dead for a long time. This must be Salinger's descendant." As if in a mirror, a crack also opened on the rotten part of Medici's right cheek, and he spoke.

"Who are you calling an idiot? That's not what I meant at all."

"Whoever responds is the idiot!"

The two voices began to quarrel amongst themselves, causing Medici's carefully crafted aura to instantly collapse. He went from playing a cool role to being in a comedy skit.

Medici's face darkened, and he couldn't help but curse under his breath, "Shut up!"

However, how could Sauron and Einhorn listen to him? They immediately started mocking Medici, which Medici couldn't tolerate. The three of them quickly started arguing.

Luo Lin watched the comedy skit unfold before him with great interest. After they stopped arguing, he sincerely suggested, "Mr. Sauron Einhorn Medici, have you ever considered debuting?"

"Huh?" Even Medici was stunned by Luo Lin's words.

Luo Lin then very sincerely proposed, "You truly have talent for crosstalk. Believe me, with your faces and this talent, you'll definitely become huge stars as comedians if you debut."

Although he didn't understand what "crosstalk" was, Medici clearly understood Luo Lin's meaning this time and could see that Luo Lin wasn't mocking him but speaking from genuine sincerity. This made the Red Angel fall silent for a few seconds before saying, "You really have a talent for sarcasm. Interested in being a hunter?"

"And then get boiled in a hot pot like you guys?" Luo Lin asked sincerely. He paused, then as if remembering something, added, "Ah, right, hot pot is a type of food, usually red, and sometimes it comes in a three-flavor combination pot."

Sauron Einhorn Medici: ...

"I'm starting to like you, kid. You really do have a talent for being a hunter," Medici gritted out the words almost through his teeth. Then he saw the young man before him put on a slightly embarrassed expression.

"Thank you." Luo Lin gave a slightly bashful smile. He then unhurriedly took out a monocle made of crystal and put it on his left eye. "I like myself too."

Medici's expression froze, and his eyes suddenly sharpened. If Medici's attitude before was casual with a hint of caution, seemingly unfazed but perhaps not deeply affected, then upon seeing Luo Lin's actions, the Angel of War truly became serious.

However, Medici then seemed to realize something, as if he had been relieved. His tensed body relaxed. He leaned back, his blood-red eyes looking directly into Luo Lin's, and his lips curved upwards slightly. "It seems you've had dealings with the little crow."

"Strictly speaking, I just let Amon feel some long-lost paternal love," Luo Lin corrected Medici's statement. He then took out an iron box from his pocket, opened it, and showed Medici the Time Worms inside.

Luo Lin smiled and said, "As a thank you, He gave me these Time Worms."

Medici naturally didn't believe Luo Lin's nonsense. But as the one who raised Amon, Medici could tell that the Time Worms Luo Lin displayed indeed belonged to Amon. And in this world, who else could be called Amon's father and subdue him...

Medici narrowed his eyes. He looked at Luo Lin and said, "Did the Master send you here?"

The "Master" here naturally referred to the True Creator.

"The True Creator probably doesn't know you're here," Luo Lin shook his head and looked at Medici, smiling. "Mr. Medici, I'm only here to see you to complete a transaction with the True Creator. Informing the True Creator of your existence is merely a bonus."

"A bonus?" Dangerous glints flashed in Medici's blood-red eyes. The malice belonging to an evil spirit surfaced at this moment, causing the surrounding air to suddenly chill.

"Yes, a bonus," Luo Lin said calmly, revealing a smile. "I'm a conscientious businessman, so when I complete a transaction with a customer, I like to add a little something extra."

Luo Lin had naturally said this intentionally, or rather, all the provocations after meeting Medici were deliberate.

Luo Lin knew very well that unlike Klein, Azik, and others, showing weakness to Medici was useless. How could a weakling attract the attention of a hunter?

To truly be considered a friend by Medici, a top-tier hunter, the first step was not to curry favor but to make him understand that he was not a docile lamb.

Only in this way could he truly enter the hunter's sight.