Chapter 348: Almost Crushing Amon to Death

"Just watch."

If Trunsoest had been guessing whether it was Tudor or some other True God who had infiltrated the banquet, after Lynn patted him on the shoulder and he saw the casual smile on his face, Trunsoest had already understood.

The confidence of this "young angel" did not come from others but from himself.

This was undoubtedly an incredible thing, but... Trunsoest's mind suddenly flashed with all the information he had recently obtained about Libert Abraham.

The Night Emperor Trunsoest did not actually know Libert Abraham well. He was neither a close friend of Lynn, favored by him, nor an enemy, beaten up by Lynn repeatedly. Unlike the Lord of Storms, who, because of the Evernight Goddess and Klein, attended a gathering of the gods and thus had a basic understanding of Lynn's strength, Trunsoest was an outsider. Until today, he had never met Lynn nor been noticed by him.

But Trunsoest was not foolish. Even just bits and pieces of information obtained from Amon, Evernight, and even the Lord of Storms were enough to make this Justiciar realize that Libert Abraham was very special, far from being just Mr. Door's son.

So, from the beginning of today's meeting, Trunsoest gave Lynn enough respect, treating him as an equal.

Otherwise, Trunsoest would not have allowed Lynn to tease him. If it were an ordinary Sequence 2 daring to tease the Night Emperor, they would have been thrown out long ago.

But only now did Trunsoest realize that he might still have underestimated this "young angel" before him. The other might be even more terrifying than he had imagined.

'What kind of existence was he?' Trunsoest frowned slightly, his heart filled with doubt at this moment.

Of course, Lynn could see Trunsoest's confusion, but he had no intention of explaining. After all, once he finished beating the Eternal Blazing Sun, Trunsoest would understand everything. There was no need to explain now, as the other party would likely not fully believe it.

And compared to the already partially persuaded Night Emperor Trunsoest, Lynn was actually more interested in another presence in the room.

"Your Majesty Trunsoest, do you have a hobby of raising Amons in flowerpots?" Lynn asked with a smile. As he spoke, he flashed to a flowerpot, grabbed it, and a small white flower appeared in his hand.

This small white flower had a black circle on one petal. At this moment, it was twisting fiercely in Lynn's hand, but despite its struggles, it couldn't escape Lynn's grasp.

Seeing this, Trunsoest was stunned for a moment but didn't show too much surprise. Clearly, he had known that an Amon was "eavesdropping" nearby. He said, "I do not have a hobby of raising Amons in flowerpots. It might just be that this Amon prefers to disguise itself as a plant."

As for whether the fact that there was an Amon eavesdropping in the flowerpot was something he allowed, Trunsoest didn't say a word.

Lynn didn't mind. He knew well that it wasn't an accident that an Amon was eavesdropping nearby. Since Amon had come to Trunsoest for refuge, how could he ignore Trunsoest's meeting with him?

The Night Emperor Trunsoest probably also needed an Amon as an advisor.

However, between the two, it was evidently a very typical temporary partnership. When faced with a situation, Trunsoest did not hesitate to sell out Amon.

As soon as Trunsoest finished speaking, the Amon in Lynn's hand turned from a white flower into a flower-sized little person, a mini Amon.

It must be said that most things in this world look cuter when they become smaller. Even Amon looked less annoying when he became a mini version.

"If you stayed this small all the time, I might not be able to bear hitting you..." Lynn said with a sigh.

The mini Amon stuck out his tongue, not to be cute but because Lynn tightened his grip while talking, almost squeezing Amon to death.

"Help, help..."

The mini Amon let out a weak cry, seemingly on the verge of death.

"So fragile?" Lynn raised an eyebrow. He could tell that the Amon in his hand seemed genuinely close to death and not faking it. He finally loosened his grip.

"Phew, phew, that was close. I almost became the first Amon to be crushed to death. If other Amons knew, they would definitely kick me out of the Amon family." The mini Amon gasped heavily, speaking in a tone of relief after a close call.

"Are all Amon's clones so distinctive?" Lynn couldn't help but recall the last Amon clone he had blown up and the previous one who had sold out its main body. He laughed and said.

"Every Amon has its own personality," the mini Amon said seriously, then added earnestly, "So can you not retaliate against me for the grudge with my main body? As a newly created clone, I'm innocent."

"Hahaha..." Hearing this, Lynn laughed again. This time, he did not continue to squeeze Amon but instead suddenly produced a delicate pure gold cage from somewhere.

(End of Chapter)

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