Capítulo 83: Chapter 83: Amon Arrives
Although Bethel Abraham didn't quite know how to evaluate Lynn's behavior, what could Mr. Door do? He couldn't exactly tell an ancient being not to choose a certain name, so in the end, he had to grudgingly accept it.
Thus, the members of the Abraham family learned that the young man brought back by their patriarch was named Libert Abraham.
The moment this name was revealed, even those Abraham members who were initially skeptical about the "Young Master Theory" were convinced. Rumors quickly spread, turning into an accepted "Fact." If not for some reservations, it was likely that every Abraham family member would have come to see the young master.
Mr. Door: ...It seems the family's culture needs some reform; at this rate, it can't go on! He didn't gain a son; he gained an ancestor!
Mr. Door felt bitter but couldn't voice his thoughts. He could only silently record his feelings in his travel diary.
Of course, Lynn had a serious reason behind his actions besides finding it amusing. In the near future, to avoid familiar acquaintances, he would need to operate under a false identity within the Abraham family.
Since that was the case, why not adopt a fake identity claiming to be the son of Mr. Door? Such an identity would make it easier for Lynn to act and also provide a certain level of deterrence. Even Amon, considering Mr. Door's existence, wouldn't likely do anything too drastic to him, the supposed son of Mr. Door, before tearing off the mask of civility.
Lynn's de facto guardian was already Sasrir; he didn't mind adding another fake guardian.
"Just as well, since I've familiarized myself with current events and history, I should ask Mr. Door if the Abraham family has any comprehensive textbooks."
Thinking this, Lynn put the ancient book back in its place, smiled at the Abraham family members who thought their gazes were discreet (but were obviously noticeable), greeted them, and left the library amidst the sound of overturned chairs and tables.
Having already familiarized himself with the interior of the Abraham family residence, Lynn left the library and headed straight for the study where Mr. Door often stayed. Just as he was about to step onto the stairs, the family butler approached him.
The butler paused upon seeing Lynn, then bowed and said, "Master Libert, are you here to see Lord Bethel?"
"Yes, is there a problem? Is there someone I'm not supposed to see?" Lynn stopped and asked curiously, noting that the butler seemed somewhat uneasy about him entering now.
"It's not that you can't see them; it's just that Duke Amon is discussing some matters about the empire's future with Lord Bethel. Perhaps it would be more appropriate for you to visit Lord Bethel later."
The butler's tone was very polite, and he continued smiling at Lynn, "If you have something you need help with, but it's not urgent, you can tell me, and I might be able to assist you."
His tone, though gentle, was firm. He might as well have said, "Young master, you definitely shouldn't enter the study now."
Oh, Amon is here!
Lynn immediately understood. No wonder the butler was so adamant; after all, it's Amon. As a member of the cautious Abraham family and a close confidant of Mr. Door, the butler knew very well how troublesome Amon could be. He wouldn't want Lynn to meet Amon if he could help it.
Actually, whenever Amon visited Mr. Door, the butler would always warn the Abraham family members to stay away from Amon. Although Amon wouldn't typically harm Abraham members out of respect for Mr. Door, getting caught by him would undoubtedly lead to some torment. Why put the family through that?
Seeing the look of realization on Lynn's face, the butler felt a sense of relief, continuing to smile as he asked, "So, is there something I can help you with, Master Libert?"
"Mr. Butler, have you ever considered that according to Amon's First Law, when you spot one Amon, you're actually surrounded by many Amons?"
Lynn didn't follow the butler's lead but instead pointed to a small crow with white eye rings perched on the eaves, saying, "For example, that little crow has been watching us since just now!"
The butler's smile froze. He clearly understood, and his expression suddenly changed as he stood frozen in place.
Lynn raised an eyebrow, having guessed what was going on. He then heard footsteps—two sets, one belonging to Mr. Door, the other unfamiliar.
"Bethel, is this your child? He seems very interesting. I thought with your personality, you'd only raise another little old man. Or is it because this child didn't grow up with you that he's so intriguing?"
An unfamiliar voice spoke from behind the butler. Soon, a figure appeared before Lynn.
The figure wore a black classical long robe, a matching pointed soft hat, a crystal monocle, and had black curly hair, black eyes, a broad forehead, and a thin face. He looked exactly like the description in the original work, down to ninety-nine percent accuracy. He was none other than the Angel of Time, the true son of the ancient sun god, the Blasphemer, Amon.
Next to Amon, Bethel Abraham glanced at him, said nothing, and placed his hand on the butler's shoulder.
The next moment, the butler began to cough violently, quickly coughing up a translucent worm with twelve rings on its body.
But the worm was unmistakably dead.
"Amon, if you try to parasitize my family members again, you won't be welcome here," Bethel Abraham said, his expression cold and serious.
"Don't be so uptight; I was just playing a little joke with your butler," Amon smiled nonchalantly. Adjusting his monocle, he turned to Lynn, smiling, "Hello, little Libert. I'm your father's friend. You can call me Uncle Amon."
Lynn raised an eyebrow.
Why do I suddenly feel an inexplicable sense of déjà vu? Have I met someone like this before?
I really want to punch him! Just looking at him is infuriating.
TN: Ma-Boy Amon is here.
(End of Chapter)
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