Mystery: At the start, you gain the uniqueness of the thief.

Chapter 91 Everyone eats hot pot together

Chapter 91 Everyone eats hot pot together

"How could that be? I gave you this gift because I knew you didn't lose your memory!" Rosen corrected him earnestly.

"Then I am truly honored to have His Highness the Divine Child think so highly of me." Medici forced a smile, then continued, "His Highness the Divine Child has been away for seven days this time, a full seven days without any actual combat training. It's time to make up for it, don't you think?"

"---I wasn't really that keen on getting a replacement." Rosen smiled and took a half step back before pulling out another box under Medici's intensely imposing gaze and pushing it towards him: "Actually, this is the real gift. The hot pot set was just something we bought for eating hot pot."

"Heh!" Medici chuckled, not entirely surprised by the result. He took the box, opened it, and found a photograph inside.

This is a group photo. One of the people in the photo is, of course, Rosen, and the other person is—

"Is this me in the future?" Medici naturally recognized himself.

"That's right!" Rosen nodded, enthusiastically introducing, "Your future self has already decided to join me. He has excellent taste. When are you joining me?"

Medici's expression didn't change much when he heard this. He wouldn't blame his future self, after all, Medici knew very well that their situations were completely different.

As for Rosen's usual attempts to poach talent, Red Angel simply pretended not to hear them.

Medici simply stared at himself in the photograph, and even though it was just a photograph, it seemed as if he could understand the other person's thoughts across time and space.

"How capricious!" Medici chuckled, seemingly referring to someone, then put the photo away and looked at Rosen, asking, "Do you have any other gifts to give?"

"Yes, yes!" Rosen nodded quickly, then began counting on his fingers, "I also brought Ulorius the latest anti-fraud manual from the Fifth Age, and a bottle of good wine for Ocycus—"

Compared to the previous gifts, which were either personally designed by Lawson or had special meanings, these gifts were obviously less thoughtful, but they were still considered to suit his tastes.

"Let's go, I know where they are," Medici said decisively.

So on that day, all the angel kings received gifts from Rosen.

"Is this hot pot?"

Amon awkwardly held his chopsticks, poked at the red hot pot, then looked up thoughtfully at Medici across from him, suddenly exclaiming with realization, "It really does look like it!"

"Right? I think it looks just like it too." Rosen nodded vigorously as he put ingredients into the pot, then said with a hint of regret, "It's a pity that Little Red would never change her name to Hot Pot Angel, even though it's such a vivid and descriptive name."

"Why don't you just change your name to Chocolate Angel?" Medici rolled her eyes in annoyance, then looked at Rosen and said sarcastically, "Black on the outside and black on the inside, how fitting!"

"---Actually, it's not entirely impossible?" Rosen stroked his chin and pondered for a few seconds, then nodded thoughtfully, before launching into a "call for names": "How about we all change our names? Klein could be called the Sweet Iced Tea Angel, Amon could be called the Sesame Dumpling Angel, and for Urolius, I think Ice Cream Angel would be perfect!"

"Why am I sweet iced tea?" Mr. Fool asked, puzzled, as he picked up the blanched tofu from the tomato pot.

"What are sesame dumplings?" Amon raised an eyebrow, instinctively feeling that this wasn't a good description.

"I underestimated you." Medici's lips twitched, and he couldn't help but shake his head. He added, "Why is it all sweets? Are you trying to exclude me?"

After a few seconds of silence, Ulorus shook his head slowly and said, "The name was given by the Lord and cannot be changed without permission."

Upon hearing this, everyone at the table turned to look at him.

"What's wrong?" Urolius asked, looking puzzled.

"It's alright, you can eat yours." Rosen gave a coaxing look, pushing the freshly cut fruit platter toward Urolius before turning to the others and answering in turn.

"Because sweet iced tea and Dipsy pie are an indispensable part of Fool's Communion," Rosen said seriously.

Zhou Mingrui raised an eyebrow, knowing that this might be another original fate story he didn't know.

However—thinking about the taste of these two things that he would have tasted in the future, Mr. Fool couldn't help but seriously consider the possibility of designating these two things as Holy Communion.

"Sesame glutinous rice balls are a type of food that looks white on the outside but is black on the inside. Don't you think that's a lot like you?"

Rosen smiled and gestured with his fingers, saying, "She looks like a well-behaved angel on the outside, but she's a complete idiot on the inside."

"Then you should be a sesame dumpling too," Amon pointed out seriously. "You look much more well-behaved than me."

"Thank you for the compliment." Rosen gave a reserved smile, then looked at Medici and said, "Is it possible that tomato fondue is also a dessert?"

"Huh?" Medici glanced at the bubbling hot pot and thought Rosen was just talking nonsense with a straight face.

"If a hot pot purist heard you say that, he'd kill you," Zhou Mingrui couldn't help but retort. Although he also quite liked tomato hot pot, who in their right mind would consider tomato hot pot a dessert?

"What right do you have to say that, you guy who just eats dumplings with ketchup?" Rosen sneered, saying bluntly, "You'd get beaten to death by dumpling-eating fundamentalists if you did that."

As soon as they finished speaking, the two Earthlings, each with their own strengths when it came to food, exchanged a glance and decided to skip the topic.

"So what kind of angel am I?" Adam, who had always been there but had been ignored for some reason, finally spoke up.

"Uh—" Rosen fell silent for a few seconds before saying, "Plain Water Angel?"

"Why?" Adam asked, puzzled.

"Because plain water is everywhere, but it's always overlooked," Rosen said seriously. Then he poured Adam a glass of plain water and added with a grin, "But people can't live without plain water, just like the world can't live without Adam."

"Thank you," Adam said earnestly as he took the glass of water.

"You're welcome!" Rosen laughed, then poured drinks for the others, finally raising his glass and saying, "With neither of my uncles home today, let's celebrate this wonderful day!"

"Bang"

"As if you'd be more restrained if the Lord were here." Medici raised the glass in his hand, which was a glass of ginger ale. Because someone couldn't drink alcohol, he had indiscriminately deprived everyone of their right to drink.

"bite"

"Actually, you just want an excuse to celebrate, right?" Amon shook the glass in his hand, looked at the healthy vegetable juice in the glass, and showed a disgusted expression.

"Clatter—"

"Normally, setting a flag like this will definitely bring retribution," Zhou Mingrui couldn't help but complain, his cup containing Rosen's specially blended sweet iced tea.

"Bang!"

"Ah, I think I can sense the presence of the Lord." Urolius slowly raised his cup, which contained watermelon juice with half a cup of sugar. It was indeed very sweet, but it suited Urolius's taste perfectly.

"What are you talking about?"

Sasriel's voice rang out from the doorway.

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