Mystery: Chaos Path

Pales looked at Roland, and although he was somewhat doubtful in his heart, he still opened the iron box that Roland handed over, and then Pales was stunned.

Because what was in the iron box was not something else, but a translucent Time Worm. This was not the most important thing. The most important thing was that as Amon's old opponent, Pales could see that this Time Worm belonged to Amon, and might even have just died a few days ago.

"Is my ancestor satisfied with my meeting gift?"

Roland's voice sounded at this moment, as if he were a junior who sincerely looked forward to the approval of his elders. This made Pales take a deep look at Roland and said, "I am very satisfied."

This was the truth. Although he didn't know what was going on with this "Roland · Zoroaster", Pales was indeed very satisfied with the gift the other party brought him.

A Time Worm whose characteristics had already returned to Amon was not of great value, to be honest. At most, it could only be used to make some high-level talismans. However, this meant that Amon definitely had a clone that had suffered, or even a clone with a high level.

For Pales, who had been suffering from Amon for a long time and was being chased by Amon everywhere, this was the best information and the best gift.

After all, who doesn't like to see Amon unlucky?

Therefore, even though he still harbored deep vigilance towards Roland in his heart, Pales couldn't help but feel a little more goodwill towards the person in front of him.

"It's good that the ancestor is satisfied." Roland was naturally very satisfied that Pales was satisfied, and immediately smiled.

"…How did you find me?" Pales closed the iron box containing the Time Worm and asked straight to the point.

"My Lord guided me, allowing me to find your trace." Roland said with a smile.

"Can you introduce me to the being you believe in?" Pales was not too surprised when he heard this answer, but asked further.

"My Lord is the great Master of Chaos; the Reverser of Time; the Shadow of the World, the Incarnation of Joy." Roland said with a pious face. As for the being he described, it naturally referred to himself.

As the saying goes, the traditional skill of 'Mysteries' - I believe in myself, I am my own believer, a trinity of believer, dependent, and god. This is a characteristic of 'Mysteries', and Roland naturally wanted to experience it.

Moreover, strictly speaking, this is not a lie, because the name Roland made up can indeed refer to himself - probably because of the fragment of Nyarlathotep in his body. Although Roland does not have a gray fog that can be used for meetings, he himself has some characteristics of a god and can establish contact with others through the name and respond to prayers.

Pales frowned. Of course, he could hear that what Roland said was a standard three-stage name, which meant that the being pointed to by this name, even if not a True God, was at least a King of Angels with Uniqueness.

However, Pales had really never heard of such a being. Even considering it from the direction of an old friend in disguise, he couldn't think of any god who fit this description.

As for Chaos… Pales thought of a certain being called the Son of Chaos, but then he rejected this guess.

After all, as far as he knew, that Son of Chaos had been tricked by Old Mysteries long ago, and it was unlikely that he would suddenly break free and search for his whereabouts.

After thinking for a long time without success, Pales simply stopped dwelling on who Roland believed in and asked directly: "What does He want to do?"

"My Lord does not want Amon to become the next 'Mystery', although He does not look favorably upon you either, but at least on the point of preventing Amon from becoming 'Mystery', My Lord agrees with you."

Roland said with a smile. Of course, he was deliberately saying this. On the one hand, he was expressing that he was standing on the same front as Pales, reducing the other party's vigilance and increasing his sense of identity. On the other hand, mentioning the existence of 'Mystery' could also increase the credibility of his vest.

After all, not everyone can know the existence of the Lord of Mysteries.

"The one you believe in is really impolite…" Hearing Roland's words, Pales was not surprised, but couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Although he was also considered one of the candidates to compete for the position of Lord of Mysteries, even Pales himself had to admit that the possibility of him ascending to that position was small, or even almost zero.

"So, is the ancestor willing to cooperate with My Lord?" Roland showed an expectant expression and said.

"…I have a few questions. First of all, why me? Since you can find me, you should know how bad my current state is." Pales' expression finally became serious and said.

"The reason why My Lord seeks cooperation with the ancestor is very simple. First, the ancestor has been fighting with Amon for a long time and knows enough about the other party, and information itself is an important resource." Roland explained unhurriedly: "Second, the hatred between you and Amon is irreconcilable. Third, as you said, you are weak enough."

Roland looked up at the shadow Pales and showed a shy smile, and said: "Presumably, ancestor, you have also guessed that My Lord is also in a difficult situation, so your weakness is actually a good thing for this cooperation."

For a god in a difficult situation, an overly powerful partner is more likely to bring danger. An existence in a similar state of weakness can ensure the safety of both parties.

"You really dare to say anything." Pales took a deep look at Roland.

"My Lord is merciful and will not punish me for telling the truth, and ancestor, you are also a good person." Roland said with a smile.

"Heh…" Pales laughed and looked at Roland leisurely and said: "Then you have taken us high-ranking beings too well, child. I don't know if you have heard a saying, believe in the power of the gods, but don't believe in their mercy."

Without a mistake, a first, a hair, an inner, a content, a look, a look!

In the end, Pales, who had been smiling like a kind old man, showed the aura of a superior for the first time.

That was the aura of the former head of the Zoroaster family, the majesty of an angel loyal to the Black Emperor.

Leonard, who was eating melons next to him, lowered his head subconsciously at this moment, and his brain was blank for an instant.

Roland just shook his head. He still looked up at Pales, seemingly unaffected by the other party's aura, and said with a smile:

"Ancestor, you are wrong. I never believe in My Lord's mercy. I only believe that My Lord will not waste anyone's value. Even if My Lord one day bestows death upon me, it must be because the value of my death is greater than the value of my survival."

Hearing this, Pales took a deep look at Roland and said meaningfully: "I am very curious, why do you serve your Lord?"

Roland's words did not sound like a pious believer could say.

"Ancestor, are you concerned about me?" Roland asked seriously.

"As an ancestor, I would of course want to know why my descendants believe in a god because of a certain existence." Pales did not answer yes or no, but said so.

"It's very simple, My Lord saved me. I would have been eaten by Amon as a snack, like my parents. Because of the existence of the Lord, I can now appear in front of ancestor you." Roland said the truth, his eyes fell on the iron box beside Pales' hand, paused, and said: "This is the trophy left behind when the Lord saved me."