420
Provocation came as naturally as breathing to a Hunter. If you couldn't take it, you shouldn't be a Hunter. At that, Medici gave an inscrutable smile, neither agreeing nor disagreeing with the mild jab, "Is shallow mockery all you're capable of?"
A mouth split open on his left cheek:
"You belong to the Sauron Family. I can feel your connection to me."
"The Beyonder Characteristics in you also came from the Sauron Family. Why are you dissatisfied with the family?"
Traynor's eyes drifted toward the ceiling for a moment-a little habit he had had since childhood whenever he didn't want to answer a question. Then he looked at the mouth on Medici's left cheek, feeling that the question in his mind had finally been answered.
So that was what "Sauron Einhorn Medici" meant... The three Angels' names had merely been joined together because their mental imprints had fused. It was common for descendants of Angel Families to inherit their ancestors' characteristics. These were precious legacies. If they fused with an ancestor to some extent, they might even earn greater respect-wasn't "You resemble a great predecessor" a compliment?
Still, the Red Angel mainly appeared in Medici's form after all. And here I had prepared myself to see a chimera or some bizarre creature with three heads and three upper bodies...
And since Medici was the dominant mind, I could simply treat him as Medici.
"My respects, Ancestor."
Traynor bowed slightly again and said quite naturally:
"My mother married outside the family, so I carry the Sauron Family's bloodline. But in essence, I'm an outsider who was granted the surname."
"My attachment to the family is quite ordinary. All my close relatives died in the previous rebellion. Ancestor, you may mentally strike me from the Sauron Family tree."
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