For a moment, the cold night became abnormally scorching hot, as though invisible lava was surging within it.
However, everything quickly returned to normal.
The Red Angel evil spirit sized up Klein and smiled as if nothing had happened.
"I'll say it again. You have talent in being a Provoker.
"Back when Zaratul digested the Bizarro Sorcerer potion, even 'He' didn't dare to pretend to be Amon in front of me."
There wasn't a hint of anger in his tone. He didn't mention why Zaratul didn't dare to do so, but with his gaze sweeping across Klein, it was as if he had fallen deep inside a glacier, his body freezing in the process.
This was how his actual body felt. Even though he was separated by a marionette, the back of his neck and back still had goosebumps.
Without needing Sauron Einhorn Medici to say anything else, Klein understood the hidden meaning behind his words:
