Mystery: Chaos Path

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For Leonard, it was just another ordinary day. The only exception was that one of his new colleagues had rapidly advanced to become a Beyonder, which caused him a slight surprise, but there wasn't much that differed from usual.

At least, Leonard thought so before returning home.

"Someone's here."

However, when Leonard skillfully used his key to open the door, before he could even enter, he suddenly heard the usually taciturn Palles abruptly give a reminder.

This instantly made Leonard, who had been in a lazy state, vigilant. He raised his eyes to look inside the house and saw a figure sitting on the sofa in the living room, he didn't know since when.

It was a man who looked to be in his early twenties, with extremely outstanding features. The other party had obviously noticed the movement at the door, and slightly raised his head to look at him, his emerald-like eyes looking at him with a hint of a smile.

Who is this?

While being vigilant, Leonard felt deeply confused because he was sure that he didn't know the young man in front of him at all. Where did this person come from?

"Who are you, sir? It's not very good to break into someone else's residence without the owner's permission!" Leonard said, while observing the young man in the house, ready to act or retreat at any time.

"Sorry, my sudden visit is indeed presumptuous, but I have a reason for doing so." Lorlen showed a slightly apologetic smile, looked at the vigilant Leonard, paused, and added:

"After all, Mr. Leonard wouldn't want me to visit the Blackthorn Security Company and publicly talk about the old man inside you, would you?"

Hearing this, Leonard's pupils suddenly shrank. Palles' existence can be said to be his biggest secret. Although Leonard himself was still wary of Palles, he had never revealed the existence of this old man to others. Now that a stranger had suddenly exposed his secret, his heart was filled with shock.

It can be said that if Leonard were a small animal, he would definitely be bristling with anger at this moment.

Lorlen showed a faint smile and said, "So, can we talk now? Mr. Leonard."

"You…" Leonard frowned. He was obviously a little hesitant. At this moment, Leonard heard Palles' voice in his ear.

"You can talk to him."

"Old man, do you know him? What's going on?" Leonard immediately asked, but this time he didn't get an answer.

This made Leonard a little disappointed, but he didn't dwell on it. After taking a deep look at Lorlen, he walked into the house and sat down on the sofa opposite Lorlen.

"Don't be so restrained, this is your home." Lorlen looked at Leonard, whose body was obviously tense, and reminded him with some amusement.

"Thank you for your reminder, sir." Leonard almost squeezed these words out of his teeth, and then couldn't help but lower his voice and asked again, "Old man, stop pretending to be dead, what's going on here?"

"I'm not sure, his aura is a little familiar." Palles finally stopped pretending to be dead this time, and said with a somewhat hesitant tone: "It's a bit like… my descendant."

However, as soon as these words fell, Palles saw the young man sitting on the opposite sofa leisurely take out a monocle from his pocket, and then slowly put it on his left eye.

Palles: …

Sorry, I disturbed you.

Originally, Palles felt a familiar bloodline aura, and wanted to figure out how the other party found him, and what their purpose was, so he stayed. But at this moment, his entire spirit body stiffened.

If the inner mind could be visualized, Palles's inner mind at this moment would be like a screaming groundhog picture.

But Palles's reaction was also extremely fast. After a brief brain short circuit, he quickly realized one thing, that the position of the glasses was wrong.

Amon's monocle is worn on the right eye, while the young man in front of him wears it on the left eye.

Most importantly, if Amon really found his existence, this area would definitely be blocked off at this moment, and danger would have definitely arrived, but in fact, Palles did not feel any danger.

So, after thinking for almost only a second, Palles realized one thing—this kid was deliberately scaring him.

Palles: …

My fist is hard, I want to beat up the bear child.

"Old man, old man, what's wrong with you? Why aren't you talking again?" Coincidentally, Leonard seemed to have noticed something was wrong at this time, and asked repeatedly.

"Shut up, I'm fine." Palles said unhappily. Then, without knowing what Palles did, a blurry shadow formed next to Leonard, and then the shadow said, "I think the reason you came to me shouldn't be just to scare me, right?"

The Leonard next to him suddenly widened his eyes, obviously having never seen this posture.

Lorlen looked at the shadow Palles with great interest, and then asked in a way that could be described as asking for a beating: "If I said yes, would you beat me?"

No mistake, one first, one hair, one inside, one content, one is, one look!

To say why Lorlen would be so naughty, the answer is actually very simple. On the one hand, he couldn't control his eager hands, after all, what fun is there for a prankster to travel to the Lord of the Mysteries world without scaring Palles?

On the other hand, it was to digest the Prankster potion.

And the facts proved that Lorlen's prank was indeed very successful. Just scaring Palles made him digest about one-third of the potion. If it were an ordinary Sequence 9 potion, it would probably melt in his mouth directly.

But it wasn't completely digested, is it because it's not fun enough, or is it because Palles's condition is really bad… Lorlen pondered in his heart, with a smile on his face as usual.

"Heh!" Palles sneered and asked rhetorically, "What do you think?"

"I think you will." Seeing that a certain old man might really be planning to hit someone, Lorlen naturally didn't intend to be naughty anymore, but took out a delicate iron box with lightning speed.

Lorlen then pushed the iron box towards Palles and said at the same time: "Ancestor Palles, in fact, I am mainly here to recognize relatives and give you a gift. This is my meeting gift."

"Recognize relatives?" This time, before Palles could speak, Leonard exclaimed in surprise. He looked at Lorlen and then at the shadow Palles, and then seemed to remember something and suddenly realized: "That's right, the old man said you are his descendant…"

"Are you really my descendant?" Palles could naturally feel the aura of the Zoroaster family's bloodline on Lorlen, but this made him even more surprised.

After all, Palles really couldn't imagine that the Zoroaster family, which had almost completely declined and whose bloodline was close to withering, would produce such a fellow.

"My name is Lorlen Zoroaster. From the bloodline alone, I am indeed a Zoroaster family bloodline, and I am also a descendant of Ancestor Palles." Lorlen introduced himself generously, and then glanced at the shadow Palles, reminding him: "Isn't Ancestor going to take a look at my meeting gift?"