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Lin Ruo was naturally unsure if the collection of black histories of True God Angels, big and small, from the second epoch to the present, which he had gathered over thousands of years, was truly in the library managed by Bethel, but this clearly did not prevent him from using these black histories as bait to fish.
No matter what, he wouldn't lose out, so why not!
Thinking this, Lin Ruo looked at the eager crowd and slowly said, "Of course, I won't participate in the card game; I'll be the dealer."
"Also, you can't actively use extraordinary abilities during the game; I don't care about passive buffs."
"I have no objections." Medici was the first to speak. He still looked somewhat lazy, his gaze sweeping over the other people present, only pausing slightly when it fell on Ouroboros before returning to Lin Ruo.
"Alright." Ouroboros also nodded. He then seemed to hesitate, remaining silent for a second before raising his hand and looking at Lin Ruo, saying, "But I don't seem to know the black histories of others. Can I use other things instead?"
The others also looked at Lin Ruo at this moment, clearly eager to hear an affirmative answer from him.
"Of course…" Lin Ruo drew out his words, then slowly and unhurriedly shook his head, saying, "Not possible."
Ouroboros's expression immediately showed a faint disappointment, as did Bernadette and Bornova.
After all, revealing one's own black history, as well as the black histories of others, was too thrilling.
Although they really wanted to destroy their own black histories or learn about others' black histories, they obviously still wanted to avoid such a punishment.
Only Medici, who understood Lin Ruo's nature the most deeply and seemed to have no expectations about this from the beginning, had a normal expression.
Facing the disappointed expressions of the few, Lin Ruo suddenly smiled gently and said, "However, if you truly cannot provide black histories, I will allow you to write stories to repay the debt?"
Medici: !
Ouroboros: ?
Bernadette: !!!
Bornova: .
As soon as these words were spoken, the living room immediately fell silent. After several seconds, Bernadette finally mustered her courage and asked with a hint of nervousness, "Godfather, do you mean writing novels like Father?"
"Yes and no." Lin Ruo curved his lips, smiling very happily, "What I mean by writing stories is writing fanfiction."
"For example, if Beibei, you can't provide history, you can write a fictional short love story between your father and your mother to repay the debt." Lin Ruo gave an example. He looked around at everyone present and knew that they should all understand the meaning of fanfiction, then smiled and said:
"This time, I won't specify the theme. It's New Year's, so everyone just be happy."
Although he really wanted to cause mischief, considering that today was a reunion night primarily focused on warmth, Lin Ruo had to restrain his mischievous impulses.
Otherwise, fanfiction like Roselle x Witch would immediately be arranged by Bornova.
Upon hearing Lin Ruo's words, everyone almost simultaneously breathed a sigh of relief. Except for Bornova, the other three exchanged glances, and basically saw the words "fellow sufferers" in each other's eyes.
Their gazes confirmed it: they were all people who had been tormented by Lin Ruo.
"Then I have no more questions." Ouroboros put down his hand and said.
Since the two Kings of Angels had no objections, Bernadette and Bornova naturally had no objections either, and so an unprecedented Angel card game began.
…
At the same time, in a certain mausoleum that did not exist in reality.
"Lin Bao, your master must be tormenting me, otherwise why has my back been chilling ever since, and even my spirituality is stinging."
Roselle, still sitting on the toilet-like throne, pulled his clothes tighter, only feeling that his thin outer robe could not bring him even a shred of warmth.
Lin Ruo, what are you doing again?
Roselle roared in his heart, but after roaring, he found that his previous words had not received a response from Lin Bao, and immediately said somewhat strangely, "Lin Bao, why aren't you speaking? Have you finally broken down?"
[No, Lin Bao just thinks your question doesn't need an answer. It's not strange for Master to torment you.]
Lin Bao finally responded, its tone filled with a matter-of-factness.
[Besides, Lin Bao wants to be quiet today and doesn't want to answer your silly questions.]
"Quiet? Who is Quiet? Lin Bao, are you in love? Puppy love is not good." Roselle raised an eyebrow and deliberately spoke in a surprised and exaggerated tone.
[Please don't try to be clever. Lin Bao is not in the mood to joke with you right now.]
Lin Bao might have been a little angry, but its tone was still calm.
Roselle looked at it, at this artificial intelligence that had accompanied him for over 150 years, and suddenly said:
"Lin Bao, you're lonely."
The mausoleum suddenly fell silent.
After a long time, Lin Bao's slightly stubborn voice rang out:
[Lin Bao is not lonely. Lin Bao will not be lonely.]
"But you are lonely… Hmm, what's this called? Will artificial intelligence dream of its heartless master?" Roselle said, standing up from the throne.
[Master is not heartless, and you are not qualified to say that about Master.]
[Lin Bao also doesn't dream.]
"Hmm, you don't dream, after all, you're just an artificial intelligence." Roselle nodded as he walked in front of Lin Bao, reaching out to pick up the Doraemon-like doll, and even tugged its ear:
"You just miss Lin Ruo."
Lin Bao fell silent.
Roselle, meanwhile, continued to tug its ear like stroking a cat, then returned to the throne and sat down, placing Lin Bao on his lap and rubbing it intermittently:
"This is normal. I also miss Beibei, and that brat Bornova."
The mausoleum fell silent again.
After a very long time, Lin Bao's slightly aggrieved voice finally came out:
"I only miss Master a little, just a little."
"Mm, I know, a lot."
Roselle nodded, stroked Lin Bao twice more, his voice uncharacteristically gentle:
"Don't worry, based on my understanding of Lin Ruo, he should be able to get me back soon."
"By then, none of us will be lonely."
Lin Bao rubbed Roselle's hand with its head as if in response.
…
Unlike the card game scene and a certain mausoleum filled with the scent of loneliness, the atmosphere at the Moretti family's home at this moment could be described as very warm. The three siblings were all gathered around the sofa, discussing things back and forth.
The topic of their discussion was the preparations for Benson and Melissa to settle in Backlund.
Unlike Klein and Lin Ruo, who had to flee, Benson and Melissa had decided to live in Backlund next, which was not a bad thing for them.
After all, Amon's threat to Klein and to Benson and Melissa could not be equated.
Klein was too conspicuous because of Sefirah Castle; staying in Backlund would make him a giant spotlight, and with Lin Ruo, it would be two spotlights, so he had to flee.
And without knowing Klein's identity, Benson and Melissa would obviously not be specially targeted by Amon. At the same time, it was well-known that Amon could be anywhere in this world. Compared to Tingen, which didn't even have a Sequence 6, Backlund was clearly safer and had more development prospects for Benson and Melissa.
Of course, the most important point was probably that Klein already knew Lin Ruo planned to ask the Evernight Goddess and Adam to erase as many traces as possible that he left while messing around in Backlund before fleeing, doing a good job of tying up loose ends, which eliminated the final hidden danger.
However, similarly, Sherlock's Detective Agency naturally could not serve as the residence for Benson and Melissa after they moved to Backlund, so they were discussing this very issue at this moment.
Listening to his sister's speech, which adhered to the principle of thrift and economy, Klein's smile was somewhat helpless, but his heart was more peaceful than ever before.
"Klein, you think so too, right? We don't need such a big house, just something similar to where we live now would be fine." Melissa suddenly looked at Klein and said.
"Mm, I actually don't have much of an opinion…" Klein nodded, then added, "But I think at least in terms of living, you don't need to shortchange yourselves. We're not short on that kind of money…"
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