Chapter 290: The Succession of True Creator Believers

"Good afternoon, Azik!"

Upon hearing this familiar voice and seeing the young angel standing at the door, Azik's first reaction was to think he was hallucinating. But he quickly realized that it was not an illusion; Libert had indeed appeared.

This made Azik almost instinctively stand up, looking at the other, and asked, "What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to invite you to travel with us. Soon, I plan to go on a trip to the Trunsoest Empire with Bethel. Because I'm worried you might be bullied by your scumbag father, I wanted to invite you along. Just think of it as a chance to relax and experience a normal person's life," Lynn said with a smile.

Lynn certainly wouldn't directly tell Azik that he planned to dig some resources in advance to cope with the upcoming workload. So he only chose to tell part of the truth.

Hearing Lynn's words, Azik first froze for a moment, then his eyes lit up. But then he seemed to remember something, pursing his lips hesitantly, and said, "Will His Majesty agree?"

"Don't worry. Since I'm here, I've already negotiated with your scumbag father..."

As Lynn said this, he leisurely walked up to Azik, his eyes sweeping over the neatly processed documents on the desk, showing a hint of satisfaction.

He was indeed not mistaken. Azik, the Death Consul, was indeed a high-quality resource. What he lacked now were talents proficient in handling official duties!

Lynn had no choice. In the True Creator's church, there were only four people who could bear the flag, including himself. Among them, the True Creator had already gone mad, so he couldn't rely on Him to handle these matters. Ouroboros lacked initiative and subjective action; he could assist others but not handle everything alone. Lynn doubted if the church wouldn't collapse tomorrow if Ouroboros was left to manage everything.

As for Medici, he was great in battles or wars, but asking him to handle these tedious documents was not reliable. Even with the precedent of the young Medici, Lynn knew that the Red Angel could sit down and deal with official duties, but the efficiency was only good for assisting.

As for the other Beyonders who followed the True Creator, it was even worse. There were many handsome men and beautiful women, but most were not very smart and reliable, making Lynn almost see an illusion of the Aurora Order.

He couldn't understand it. In the Fourth Epoch, the True Creator had not yet invented the rap skill and wouldn't drive His followers mad by His ramblings. So why did the organizations that believed in the True Creator still have such an Aurora Order style?

Was it true that to become a follower of the True Creator, one had to choose between beauty and brains?

'But speaking of the Aurora Order, although the True Creator of the Fifth Epoch is beyond saving, we still need to restrain the Aurora Order and prevent them from continuing their reckless actions...'

As Lynn thought about this, his mind wandered for a few seconds. He decided to contact Ouroboros of the Fifth Epoch later to check on the situation of the True Creator of that era and find a way to reform the Aurora Order. Not to the extent of making those beautiful idiots turn over a new leaf, but at least they shouldn't continue causing trouble.

'Maybe they could switch to targeting The Augustus Family or betraying The Demoness Sect if they just want fame...' Lynn muttered inwardly, subconsciously thinking of a hundred ways to use the Aurora Order members. He looked up at Azik and continued, "Now that your father has temporarily lent you to me, you can just follow us on this journey and relax."

Lynn wasn't lying. He had indeed temporarily bought Azik from Salinger with an invitation letter—yes, the one for the next God's tea party.

For Salinger, who only cared about his own interests and saw Azik as a tool, letting his son go out and play for a while in exchange for participating in the next God's tea party, which had already caused a stir among many gods and angels, was a very cost-effective deal.

As for why Lynn invited Azik to travel, whether Azik would encounter danger, Salinger neither cared nor was concerned.

—Of course, the main reason was that Salinger hadn't realized Lynn planned to poach Azik during the trip and would likely succeed.

If Salinger had known this in advance, he probably wouldn't have lent Azik so easily.

It wasn't because he cared much about his offspring, but simply because the price wasn't high enough.

"Borrow?" Azik showed a puzzled expression, but he quickly understood and asked, "What did you offer?"

Obviously, Azik knew his scumbag father very well.

"Nothing much, just an invitation letter," Lynn said without any intention of hiding. He shrugged and added, "I was going to invite him sooner or later, anyway. It's just a bit ahead of my original schedule."

Lynn had indeed planned to invite Salinger for a long time. Although he didn't like this God of Death, just like he had invited Tudor in the first tea party, dislike didn't mean excluding him. Lynn was always magnanimous in this regard—whether the invited person would be ambushed at the tea party was beyond his control.

"Besides, this way, you won't have to worry about being troubled by your scumbag father because of the tea party in the future, right?" Lynn said, his gaze falling on a cat picture hanging on the wall.

Looking at the obviously well-maintained picture, Lynn raised an eyebrow and smiled, saying, "It seems you really like the picture I gave you."

"It's a very good picture," Azik said, looking at the cat picture on the wall, neither admitting nor denying it.

"If you want, I don't mind telling you more about the stories of the big and the small cat," Lynn smiled. Since he had already spoiled the story more than once, he didn't mind continuing to do so.

Azik looked at Lynn, his usually stern face showing a complex expression. He seemed to sigh and made up his mind, saying, "I look forward to it."

Seeing this, Lynn laughed again. He could tell that Azik's attitude was softening. This made him realize that although he hadn't swung the pickaxe yet, he already seemed to have found a diamond.

(End of Chapter)

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