"Not everyone has the support of their father like you," said Azik, the Death Consul.
"No, you're mistaken. My confidence doesn't come from Mr. Bethel. But that's not important," Lynn smiled and shook his head, suddenly tossing something to Azik.
Azik caught it, puzzled. It was a copper whistle.
"This is a token that can summon my messenger. Feel free to write to me anytime, and you are welcome to seek my help," Lynn said with a smile, looking at Azik. "If one day, you wish to escape your current situation and gain a life truly your own, you can always find me."
Lynn did have a messenger. After opening his second smurf account, he summoned a messenger while idling at the Abraham family estate.
It was a swift little creature, fond of knowledge and art, who got along very well with Lynn in every sense.
Azik clutched the copper whistle tightly and remained silent.
Lynn opened the door to the meeting room, and the sealing power of the room disappeared with his action. He then stepped out of the room and vanished down the corridor.
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Azik stood silently in Conference Room No. 3, holding the painting Libert gave him in his left hand and gripping the copper whistle tightly in his right hand.
It might have been a few minutes, or perhaps longer, before Azik moved. He pocketed the copper whistle and looked at the painting again, his gaze lingering on the small cat with the silk top hat for a long time.
Finally, he folded the painting, pocketed it, and left the meeting room.
A few minutes later, in the palace of the God of Death, Death consul knelt before the throne, his expression respectful and devout.
"It seems the child of Bethel gets along well with you. What did you talk about?" the God of Death, Salinger, asked indifferently, his expression cold as if he were merely making casual conversation.
"Libert is very concerned about my marital status. Perhaps because he retains much of his humanity, he seems to yearn for the familial and romantic bonds of mortals," Death consul answered respectfully.
"Hah, just a cub after all," Salinger sneered, seemingly disdainful.
"Additionally, Libert loves painting. He even gave me one of his works and offered to paint a portrait for me. He also gave me a way to summon his messenger," Azik continued with a calm expression, presenting the painting and copper whistle from Lynn. "He seems to genuinely appreciate me and hopes to communicate through letters."
"Since he is willing to befriend you, then befriend him well. Bethel values this offspring greatly. Winning him over will help us win over Bethel," Salinger said, glancing at the items Death consul presented. Confirming they were ordinary, he retracted his gaze and spoke indifferently.
Mr. Door had always been someone Salinger wanted to win over. It wasn't just because Mr. Door was only one step away from becoming a True God, but also because of the Abraham family behind him.
A family with the Door pathway was very useful. If he could win over Mr. Door and the Abraham family, Salinger would have more confidence in achieving certain goals.
As for the possibility of Death consul lying, Salinger didn't think he could be deceived — not to mention, Salinger never imagined that his long-term tool, his resurrection vessel, who had always been respectful and devout, could be so easily swayed by someone else.
Least of all, he didn't expect someone to dig at his supposedly most unshakable cornerstone upon their first meeting.
Lynn's own "corruptive" nature and his uncontrollable unpredictability as an entertainer truly defied the world's norms.
"Yes, Father," Death consul bowed deeply, answering respectfully.
It was as if he had never heard Lynn's shocking words, never had his future shaken or questioned, and never knew about everything Salinger had done to him.
Only the deeply bowed head and the completely hidden gaze, when unintentionally falling on the copper whistle, revealed a hint of hesitation, indicating that Azik hadn't forgotten what had just transpired.
Escape the current situation and gain a life truly his own...
...
"Did you mean what you said to Azik?"
Meanwhile, in the corridor of the Balam Empire's palace, Bethel Abraham silently appeared behind Lynn, speaking hesitantly.
He wasn't worried that his words would be overheard. As long as he didn't want it, no one could silently spy on this space, not even a Sequence 0.
This was Mr. Door's confidence as the King of Angel of the Apprentice Pathway, the highest below Sequence 0.
"Bethel, what do you think? Do you think I was purely deceiving him, or genuinely describing his future?" Lynn stopped, unsurprised, and looked at Mr. Door not far away, smiling.
Bethel hesitated for a moment, then said, "I don't think you had a reason to deceive him."
"Yes, I didn't deceive him. I did see his future, and every word I said was about what would actually happen in his destiny," Lynn smiled and nodded, nonchalantly dropping this bombshell. He then looked at Mr. Door and said, "So, Bethel, are you curious about your future?"
Bethel Abraham froze, staring at the young man before him, recalling the battle between him and the Bitch Tree.
Others might think this was just a young angel, might think he was Bethel's child, but only Mr. Door knew what kind of existence Libert truly was.
In Mr. Door's mind, Libert had long been equated with the Pillars like the Lord of Mysteries.
So, faced with Libert's seemingly playful words, Bethel Abraham knew better than anyone that he could very well see people's futures.
Because in his battle with the Bitch Tree, Libert had displayed powers related to time.
So, should he ask? Should he know his future in advance?
Bethel Abraham suddenly felt a rare fear, hoping for a desired outcome yet fearing Libert might describe a future he couldn't accept.
But Mr. Door ultimately asked, "Is it a good ending?"
Lynn didn't speak immediately. He stared at the middle-aged gentleman before him. After a few seconds, he made a face and said, "I was kidding. I don't know your future."
Mr. Door was stunned, not knowing whether to feel regret or offer some form of thanks.
"But..."
Bethel then saw the young man look up at the scarlet moon in the sky as if recalling something. Then Libert looked at him, beaming brightly:
"I promise you'll have an ending that isn't so bad."
"Perhaps it won't be as you wish, but you won't die at the end of your journey, nor will you lose your way home."
Bethel stared blankly at Libert, and wanted to ask, 'Do you really not know my future?'
But in the end, he just said, "Thank you."
(End of the chapter)