TN: Add it to your library so we can get into the Collection Rankings.
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Upon hearing that Amon wouldn't die, Bethel Abraham finally breathed a sigh of relief. He was genuinely afraid that Amon would get himself killed just as their journey began. After all, he had some connection with Amon, and it would also be hard to explain to Tudor.
Relieved, Bethel finally had the energy to look at the item Lynn had placed on Amon. It seemed to be a white wreath with flowers woven into it, apparently made by the Worm of Time.
"What is this?" Bethel Abraham couldn't help but ask.
"A wreath, generally used to mourn the dead," Lynn explained briefly. He then stood up and asked, "How do you like my craftsmanship?"
Bethel Abraham: ...
"It looks quite nice," Bethel sincerely expressed his praise, even though he had a thousand things he wanted to say.
"I think so too," Lynn smiled and continued to use his craftsmanship to turn the scattered Worm of Time on the ground into various mourning items.
By the time Lynn had finished making the white chrysanthemums used for graves, Amon had stopped screaming. His body, which had almost disintegrated into the Worm of Time, had returned to its human form, indicating that he had recovered.
As most of the pain faded and Amon regained his sanity, he sat up and noticed the strange items around him, all made from his Worm of Time.
Amon was stunned for a moment before seeing a shadow covering him. A fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy half-squatted down and smiled, placing a "white chrysanthemum" into his hand.
Amon heard Lynn's voice, "Mr. Amon, take care of yourself, or these things might end up on your grave next time."
Amon looked up at the smiling boy not far away. It was hard to say what he was thinking at that moment.
Lynn didn't mind. He felt a genuine joy from blowing up Amon, especially knowing that when Amon of the Fifth Epoch synchronized this memory, he would blow up again, making Lynn even happier.
In this situation, other things seemed unimportant.
After a while, Amon climbed up from the ground, not discarding the "white chrysanthemum" in his hand. Instead, he clutched the bouquet and looked at Lynn, smiling, "Thank you very much. I'll keep this gift."
Oh, this brat holds a grudge!
Lynn wasn't surprised and smiled at Amon, saying, "You're welcome. If you like it, I don't mind giving you more..."
The two smiling people looked as if nothing had happened, making Bethel Abraham, watching from the side, feel even more confused and pained.
...
The grudges between angels and secret angels in the Fourth Epoch were naturally unknown to most people.
In the Fifth Epoch, since he had promised Lynn to accompany him to school for investigation, Klein got up early the next day. Just after breakfast, he was greeted by a familiar guest.
"Good morning, Sherlock!"
A familiar voice rang out, and Klein looked at Lynn at the door, surprised, "You seem very happy. Did something good happen?"
Although Lynn Sotos was usually quite lively, today he was obviously in a better mood, almost as if he were about to tear down the house.
No, I can't think like that. Lynn is not a dog... Klein suppressed some imagined scenes in his mind.
"How should I put it? To sum it up, someone I dislike blew up," Lynn thought and decided to share his joy with Klein.
"Your enemy?" Klein was taken aback, understanding why Lynn was in such a good mood.
If his enemy blew up, he would be happy too.
"It's not inaccurate to call him an enemy..." Lynn nodded honestly. Although he and Amon technically had no deep-seated enmity except for the issue with Little Red, they were indeed enemies now.
"Congratulations, then," Klein sincerely congratulated him but then thought of something, his expression turning subtle.
Wait, did that Angel promise Lynn something irresistible and then cause his enemy to blow up?
Klein looked at Lynn a few more times and decided to ask directly, "Did that person do it?"
"Hmm..." Lynn blinked, was silent for two seconds, and then nodded.
"Yes."
No problem, he indeed blew up Amon.
"Was this the condition he promised you to make you pray to the Fool?" Seeing that Lynn didn't seem to want to hide it, Klein quickly asked.
"No, this can only be considered...a bonus." This time, Lynn shook his head after a few seconds of silence. He then shook the notebook and pen in his hand at Klein, "Our first stop is set. It's XX Middle School, a public school. I've made appointments with a few senior teachers there. I'll ask the questions, and you just take notes."
"No problem." Klein saw that Lynn was deliberately changing the subject, so he went along with it, nodding and taking the notebook and pen handed over by Lynn.
Then the two took a trackless carriage to their first stop.
Since it was Tuesday, the school was bustling. Fourteen- and fifteen-year-old boys and girls, dressed in school uniforms or casual clothes, chatted in small groups or walked alone, holding books and reciting something.
To be honest, this youthful school scene made Klein nostalgic. Before crossing over, he had left school a few years ago and, after experiencing the hardships of society, truly realized that student life was the happiest.
Lynn, on the other hand, slightly pinched his chin, remembering his previous school experience.
He didn't have much formal schooling. In his first life, although he was taught relevant knowledge by tutors, one-on-one teaching was obviously different from normal school life.
In his second life, the first few years were spent not attending school much due to the organization he was involved with. Later, when he finally attended school, he got stuck in an endless loop of the second year of high school, constantly getting involved in criminal cases, which naturally meant no normal school life for him.
(End of the chapter)
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