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

Chapter 74 Rosen's Views on Family Affection

Klein, who was watching this scene from the sidelines, couldn't help but laugh. He then looked at Rosen and saw that the other man was taking notes thoughtfully.

"What are you... doing?" Klein asked, startled.

"I'm making a record so I can study my abilities." Rosen made no attempt to hide anything. He then closed his notebook and looked at the little elf.

He knew this was the result of his power and Azik's love, with the golden arrow acting primarily as an amplifier of love.

Azik's unfortunate child was thus reborn, but he was not truly resurrected. Instead, he transformed into a wondrous, rational, and special creature that existed in relation to Azik. As long as Azik lived, he would not die again.

At the same time, Rosen could sense that there was a faint connection between the other party and him, like that between a superior and subordinate, or a god and the race he created.

"So, does this mean I've created a familiar race for myself?" Rosen pondered, watching Azik whispering to the elf, and couldn't help but feel that the scene was very fairytale-like.

"The protector of fairy tales and dreams, is that what it means? You know what, my powers are actually quite fairy-tale-like." Rosen thought to himself, not paying much attention, but then suddenly remembered something, nudged Klein beside him with his elbow, and said:

Are you sad?

"Huh?" Klein paused, somewhat puzzled, and asked, "Why would I be sad?"

"Because you live apart from your parents and can't see them, you finally have a teacher who is destined to be both a mentor and a friend, like a father to you, and then you have your own child. Sigh!" Rosen said, sighing and shaking his head.

Klein was at a loss for words, saying, "While I do feel a bit sentimental, I'm not exactly sad. I... I did leave them, but I never truly left them."

Klein was clearly thinking of his parents. His expression was serious and gentle. He raised his hand to his heart and said, "We were never truly separated."

He has left his parents now, but he never left them before. Klein does not see his past self as someone else, so for him, he has never truly left his parents.

Klein then glanced at Azik and the elf, who were enjoying themselves, and said with a genuine smile, "I did have expectations for their original fate, but I am even happier that they were able to be reunited as father and son. My happiness should not come at the cost of Mr. Azik's suffering."

"Little Zhou, let's go to Leshan for tourism next time. We'll ask that giant Buddha statue to move aside so you can sit in that spot," Rosen said, pursing his lips in annoyance.

"Do you know what it means to fight and compete to become a winner? Whether it's family or friendship, being so laid-back like you makes it easy to become a loser."

"But I already have such a good friend like you. Even if I fail to make other friends, it doesn't really matter, right?" Klein retorted seriously.

Xiao Zhou knew that Rosen had always been like this; his motto was "If I want it, I will take action, and I will get it." He would take the initiative in any situation and always liked to keep the initiative in his own hands.

But even someone like Rosen would make concessions for his friends.

"Heh, you know how to play the straight game." Rosen sneered, too lazy to bother with him anymore.

Anyway, Azik has his own son, so he's not the one who might lose his anchor.

"...Excuse me, gentlemen, I overheard your conversation. Are you referring to my father as the destined one?"

A voice came from the side, and a tiny sprite, no bigger than a palm, flew to the two of them at some point.

"That's right!" Rosen glanced at the little elf, nodded with a smile, and didn't seem surprised.

The elf smiled and bowed to Rosen, a standard gesture a knight would make when paying respects to his lord. He then looked at Klein, his eyes widening as if he had seen something.

The little elf seemed puzzled. He looked back at his father, then at Klein, and asked, perplexed, "You, my father's student?"

"Not yet," Klein said with a smile, looking at the little elf, then added somewhat shyly, "but it could be."

Rosen won't stay in this era forever; he definitely needs a more reliable occult teacher, and Azik is undoubtedly a suitable candidate.

The little elf looked utterly shocked.

As a special being, the little elf can now see more special things compared to the human era, so he can probably sense the majesty and mystery of the spirit world ruler on Klein.

His father, though also a powerful figure, was clearly weaker in comparison.

A few seconds later, the little elf came to his senses and quickly flew back to Azik's side, saying, "Dad, take him as your student. He's so powerful; he can protect you."

That's right, the little elf could actually sense that Azik's condition was not good. Although he was still powerful in essence, he was extremely weak.

Azik gave him a wry smile, then looked at Klein and said sincerely, "I don't know what you mean by 'original destiny,' but I'm very grateful for your help. If you need it, I'd be happy to share some knowledge about mysticism with you. If you have any difficulties, you can come to me anytime."

Azik could vaguely sense Klein's special qualities, but that didn't stop him from sincerely wanting to repay the young man before him at this moment.

"Then I'm afraid I'll have to trouble Mr. Azik a lot in the future. I'm still a novice in the field of occultism." Klein didn't refuse, but just scratched his head a little embarrassedly.

Azik then looked at Rosen, his expression becoming more serious, and said, "Sir, what do you need me to do?"

"You can owe me one for now, consider it a favor." Rosen waved his hand; he didn't really need Azik to do anything for him at the moment. Then, as if remembering something, Rosen nudged Klein and, under the latter's questioning gaze, said:

"What are you standing there for? The Death card from the Tarot Club is still up in the air. Deal the cards!"

This time, Klein was left speechless, but he glanced at Azik and felt a little expectant.

So Klein began to quietly explain to Azik what the Tarot Club was.

Rosen reached out and poked the little elf, asking, "By the way, what's your name?"

"Me?" The little elf looked at Rosen with reverence, his expression also carrying a natural air of closeness. He seemed to be thinking for a moment, his gaze then falling on the town outside the castle. Since his rebirth, the little elf had become overly lively, as if his mind had regressed to childhood. After a moment of silence, he said, "From now on, call me Ramd!"

"Alright!" Rosen nodded, not caring whether the little elf's real name was Ramd or just a temporary name.

He has always been indifferent to people he doesn't care about, even if they might be considered his family now.

Rosen simply stretched, and then he saw Klein next to him seem to sense something, suddenly taking out a coin and tossing it.