"Me?" Alaric smiled, propping his chin with one hand, looking at Ourorius, and suddenly shook his head, saying, "Actually, I don't have anything particular I want…"
This was a lie. Of course, Alaric wanted many things: money, knowledge, power, friends, fun, and so on. However, he had no intention of asking the True Creator for these, even if he could afford the price.
Because having one's desires figured out is a dangerous thing. At least for now, Alaric wasn't ready to honestly present his desires to the True Creator. After all, the Creator's group wasn't as trustworthy as Klein and his companions.
Alaric could cooperate with the True Creator to a limited extent, but that was all.
Ourorius was stunned for a moment, seemingly not expecting such an answer, which made him frown, looking somewhat troubled.
"Why bother fooling the big snake? He's already silly enough, and you're making him even sillier." Medici spoke at this moment, his red eyes as the War Angel staring directly into Alaric's eyes, as if trying to see through his soul.
He said, "You're not someone without desires. At least, you're very interested in both me and this stupid snake."
Alaric heard this and smiled, unhurriedly saying, "I am indeed very interested in both of you. Rather, anyone with curiosity wouldn't be indifferent to two Kings of Angels."
"Tsk!" Medici clicked his tongue. He could tell that Alaric's interest in them was not just as he claimed, but due to a lack of key information, even the War Angel found it hard to draw an accurate conclusion.
At this moment, Alaric seemed to think of something, showing a look of sudden realization, and said, "Oh right, I do have one request."
"What request?" Ourorius asked.
"I have a little grudge with Amon, so…" Alaric said with a bright smile, "Help me deal with Amon next time; that will be the content of our next transaction."
Ourorius was stunned for a moment, then nodded, saying, "Alright."
Medici thought of the Worm of Time that Alaric had taken out earlier and couldn't help but feel schadenfreude.
Amon was also an accomplice in causing him to be hunted by Tudor back then. Now that Amon was in trouble, Medici was secretly delighted.
"Then, see you next time, both of you!" Alaric then showed an expression of seeing off guests. His gaze then fell on Medici again, as if thinking of something, and said, "By the way, Mr. War Angel, being tsundere is out of fashion now."
"Huh?" Medici really didn't know what he was talking about.
"So, Mr. War Angel doesn't need to hide his fondness for me. I know you don't dislike me as much as you show."
Alaric continued with a smile. This was the truth. After the series of events just now, Medici's favorability toward him had already reached twenty or thirty. This wasn't very high, but considering they had just met for the first time, it wasn't low either.
Thanks to this favorability, Alaric could now directly borrow the power of a Sequence 6 Conspirator, which was a small gain.
In comparison, Ourorius, who seemed easy to talk to, had only about ten favorability points. Was it because his humanity was too indifferent?
Alaric thoughtfully glanced at Ourorius, then his gaze returned to the War Angel, smiling and saying, "Perhaps next time we meet, we can become friends."
"Heh, who would become friends with someone as nasty as you? You should just torment each other with the little crow." Medici rolled his eyes irritably, but deep down, he was slightly surprised. He thought he had hidden his emotions well, but unexpectedly, Alaric saw through him.
He is sharper than imagined.
Ourorius didn't think much about it. Since Alaric had already shown the gesture of seeing them off, and he was indeed in a hurry to take Medici back to see the Lord, he didn't delay any further. After politely bidding farewell to Alaric, Ourorius left the safe house with Medici.
Alaric leisurely tidied up the house, cleaned up the traces left by everyone, and then left the safe house through the spirit world, arriving at his residence in the Hillston District.
"So sleepy!" Alaric yawned. After everything today, his spirituality had been depleted by eighty to ninety percent, and he really couldn't hold on anymore.
Alaric didn't mistreat himself and went straight back to his room to catch up on sleep. When he woke up, it was already the afternoon of the next day.
"Fortunately, I had taken leave in advance; otherwise, this would count as absenteeism…" Alaric rubbed his eyes, fetched a basin of water to wash his face, and finally became much more awake.
Alaric then quickly tidied himself up and soon became a handsome gentleman who could grace the cover of a magazine.
He cooked pumpkin porridge for himself, fried a sandwich, and heated milk... he was always someone who enjoyed life and would never mistreat himself when he could enjoy it.
After leisurely finishing his meal, Alaric finally had the energy to take stock of yesterday's gains.
First, after a series of "provocative" Actions toward the War Angel, fully entertaining himself, Alaric's Joker potion was finally digested, taking a little over half a month.
Considering that the digestion difficulty of the Joker potion is greater than that of ordinary sequences, Alaric's digestion speed was quite fast. This was largely thanks to the contributions of big shots like Pallez, Azik, Medici, and others who were in a weakened state. Without them, Alaric estimated that it would take at least another month or so to digest the Joker potion.
While digesting the Joker potion, Alaric also smoothly obtained the auxiliary materials for preparing the Actor potion from Medici, and he could immediately advance seamlessly without any delay.
Secondly, Alaric successfully reached the next deal with the True Creator, not only gaining favor from Medici and others, fleecing them a bit, enriching the abilities he could borrow, but also killing two birds with one stone by allowing him to complete his "beat Amon" cooperation with Pallez through this transaction.
As for whether Pallez would recognize Ourorius and realize that behind him was the True Creator, it didn't matter, because being able to command an King of Angel backed by a true god was itself a proof of strength.
Finally, Alaric also preliminarily confirmed Adam's attitude. Although Adam did not choose to show goodwill to him like the True Creator did, he clearly did not want to become enemies with him for now and was probably more in a wait-and-see mode, observing him.
"Of course, most importantly, I did gain a lot of fun from this." Alaric's hand rested on the camera that had performed meritoriously yesterday, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.
"It's a pity that Adam ran away too quickly; otherwise, taking a photo of Adam and Medici eating hot pot together would have been wonderful." Alaric shook his head with a bit of regret, making an old joke.
He tidied up the dishes and went to the laboratory on the second floor.
Since the Joker potion had been fully digested and the auxiliary materials for preparing the Actor potion were in hand, Alaric naturally was going to advance to Sequence 8.
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