Facts proved that Medici was indeed Lin Ruo's most useful tool. Although he seemed like someone who only knew how to fight and was not good at paperwork, in reality, once he got started, Medici proved to be quite proficient in this type of work.
"Don't look so surprised. After the Creator fell into madness, who do you think was handling this kind of work all this time? Were you expecting the foolish snake or you, who refused to accept the Creator?" Medici rolled his eyes at Lin Ruo, his hands still writing and drawing without stopping, clearly multitasking.
"Ah, this, it seems to make some sense..." Lin Ruo stroked his chin, thinking about the True Creator and His subordinates' situation back then, and immediately felt it made a lot of sense.
The True Creator had not been mad for a day or two, and His followers going mad was even more common. Although Lin Ruo stayed in the Solomon Empire for various reasons back then, his relationship with the True Creator remained delicate. He was also busy dealing with the Judgment Sword, so it was clearly impossible for him to help the True Creator with matters of faith and development. Therefore, only Medici could handle these matters.
And clearly, Medici handled them very well back then. After all, during the Solomon Empire period, the True Creator did not have the title of an evil god. This was partly due to the True Creator having ample anchor points back then and perhaps not being as mad as He is now, but it was also clearly inseparable from Medici's efforts.
In other words, it became very understandable that after Medici's fall, the True Creator quickly degenerated into an evil god, as His only 'brain' was gone.
"The development of the church really depends on you, Little Red!" Lin Ruo suddenly exclaimed, patting Medici's shoulder as if encouraging him, and said, "The entire church is counting on your brain."
Medici glanced at Lin Ruo, huffed, and sneered, "Half and half. Don't think about slacking off. I'm not Sasrir; I won't spoil you without principle in this regard."
Lin Ruo's smile froze, then he slumped onto the sofa, somewhat annoyed. He picked up his own draft paper and began to write and draw, sighing, "Ah, I suddenly miss Sasrir so much."
"I suggest you don't. Even if you do, He won't jump out of that cursed Forsaken Land of the Gods to help you," Medici said unceremoniously. "You'd be better off correcting your typos first."
Lin Ruo's movements immediately stiffened. He then calmly crossed out the word he had just written incorrectly. He said nothing more and began to concentrate on the content of the plan.
The two worked like this, sometimes quietly, sometimes discussing, and sometimes making sarcastic remarks to each other. By the afternoon of the next day, Klein, who had said goodbye to Melissa and Benson, returned to this safe house and saw two people, one in red and one in black, writing furiously in the living room. Medici, on the other hand, was full of energy, looking like he could stay up for several more nights. Lin Ruo, however, was yawning while looking at the draft paper covered in writing, clearly not as resilient as Medici.
"What are you... doing?" Klein put down his luggage and asked, looking at the piles of draft paper on the coffee table.
"We're planning how to whitewash the dark Creator..." Lin Ruo replied casually, then put down his pen and black tea. After stretching, he looked at Klein and asked, "Have you said goodbye to your brother and sister?"
"Who is the dark Creator?" Klein asked, nodding. "Yes, I've already made arrangements for Melissa and them."
"Ah, the dark Creator, that's a long story..." Lin Ruo organized the draft papers on the table, which were filled with various ideas and plans, and then unhurriedly told Klein the whole story. The latter was stunned, unable to believe that Lin Ruo had come up with such a big project just by him going home for a trip.
"So, there won't be the Aurora Order and the True Creator anymore?" Klein couldn't help but ask.
"They won't exist after the plan is completed; they're still here now, of course," Lin Ruo said, pulling out the draft papers from Medici's hands and organizing them. "You've come back at just the right time. Medici and I have just finished writing the first version of the plan. As a third party, please review this plan and see if there are any issues. If there are, we can revise them."
After a pause, Lin Ruo added with a smile, "Part of the plan is about the reconstruction and development of the future dark Creator church. Medici provided a lot of suggestions for this part, and I think they are very valuable for reference. You should also take a look. After all, you will also be the head of a church in the future, and these will serve as reference experience for you, which you can use later."
"Okay." Klein nodded, took the thick stack of papers, and began to read. Lin Ruo took this opportunity to tidy himself up, then looked at Medici, who was sitting on the sofa like a lord, seemingly very idle, and said, "I'm going to buy groceries. What do you want for dinner?"
"Whatever." Medici crossed his legs and uttered a single word. His gaze casually swept across the coffee table and suddenly landed under it, as if he had seen something.
Then, Medici reached out and pulled a novel from under the coffee table. It was Fors's latest work, a masterpiece she completed under Lin Ruo's relentless urging.
Medici casually flipped through it, then looked at Lin Ruo, a hint of mockery in his smile, and said, "Xiao Hei, it's been thousands of years, and your taste in books hasn't changed at all."
"Isn't that normal?" Lin Ruo showed no embarrassment at all. He just stuffed money into his wallet while looking at Medici, as if remembering something, and asked, "By the way, I've always been quite curious about one thing."
"What is it? Tell me," Medici said, putting down the book and crossing his legs again.
"I've recently recovered some memories and remembered the black room incident. It seems a True Creator follower was imprisoned in my black room. Do you know who it was?" Lin Ruo asked, his expression genuinely curious.
He was indeed curious about this matter, as among the True Creator's followers, there were very few who were qualified to be locked in his black room. Lin Ruo had initially suspected it might be Ouroboros, but considering how dull the latter was, he probably didn't need to be urged to write, so he felt that someone else was imprisoned.
"Tsk..." Medici's expression stiffened. He then glanced at Lin Ruo without speaking.
But as the saying goes, silence is golden. When Lin Ruo saw his reaction, he immediately understood and said with a subtle expression, "You... write books too?"
Medici had this hobby too?
Lin Ruo truly hadn't expected the True Creator follower imprisoned in the black room to be Medici, because the latter really didn't look like someone who would write books.
"I don't write anything," Medici said, crossing his arms, as if recalling some unpleasant memory, his face cold and annoyed. "But back then, I burned half of your house's book collection with one fire, and as a result, you locked me in the black room for half a year. Heh, I really should have burned the other half back then."
Lin Ruo: ...
Klein, who was listening with pricked ears: ...
With all due respect, Medici, you deserved that!