"What about you?" Laplace asked halfway, suddenly he didn't know how to ask.

Angel chuckled: "Destiny is a very strange thing. From our point of view, it may be confusing. But if you look at it from another angle, maybe the golden bear appears just to let us meet Beamon.

Woolen cloth?"

Laplace: "You mean that golden bear can affect the power of fate?"

Angel shook his head: "Maybe it's not an influence, but a favor. Sometimes, ignorant people also have the happiness of ignorant people."

What Angel said was not that he was playing the Riddler, but that he suddenly felt something.

This feeling was just like when he was with the parrot before. He was already about to leave, but Angel suddenly ran to communicate with the Pilusi merchant on a whim, wanting to get up close and personal with the golden bear.

Although the result was not as expected, the whim impulse was somewhat similar to the sudden feeling at this moment.

Don't worry about whether fate is behind it or not, Duodoro will tell him eventually.

Luigi finally bought Behemoth with five hundred crystals.

Although Pixi, Pierdan and Zigua all saw the specialness of Beamon, they all deliberately remained silent.

The right to sell Behemoth lies with the Chamber of Commerce behind Zigua. The Chamber of Commerce did not see that Behemoth was special and gave a relatively cheap price, so it sold it according to this price range.

The premium caused by "specialness" is not something they should consider. The chamber of commerce itself has not considered it, so who can blame it?

Moreover, they didn't want to offend Luigi, so there was no need to go to the Chamber of Commerce to talk.

Beamon seemed to know that he had been traded. He sat silently next to the golden bear - he already knew that this was an illusion - and looked at the sky outside the cage in confusion.

Not being able to decide one's own freedom is a given destiny. But why are you unwilling to do so?

Listening to the noise outside talking about his future, Beamon slowly stood up and came to the cage. He clung to the steel cage and raised his little head.

Its eyes, which showed no emotion, were looking straight at the person closest to the cage.

It was also the person who was talking to it in its heart just now.

It doesn't know who he is, but he has analyzed his own mind. Perhaps, he understands himself better and knows his inner desires better.

Behemoth itself was the focus at this time, and its movements naturally attracted everyone's attention.

Angel also watched

When he arrived, Behemoth was looking at him.

He hesitated for a moment, and instead of using his mind to tie the knot or use his mental power to talk, he said directly: "You still don't want to leave now?"

Behemoth looked back at Zigua and the other Pilusi with indifference in his eyes.

"I want to leave, but not now." Finally, Beamon spoke, his voice as low and hoarse as ever, completely inconsistent with its appearance.

Angel: "Is it because of it?"

Angel pointed to the illusion that still existed in the mouse cage.

Beamon nodded: "Yes, I want to take Nakbi away with me." "Nakbi?" Angel: "Is its name Nakbi?"

Beamon hesitated for a moment: "Nakbi is the name I gave it, but it doesn't seem to like this name and has never responded to me."

It's probably not that I don't like it, but that it's too complicated. Angel thought to himself.

"Nakfi, Naxu, Naqbi." Angel muttered softly: "Nakfi, what does Naqsu represent?"

Beamon lowered his head silently and did not say a word.

Angel did not ask further questions, but looked at Beamon: "Do you want us to find Nakbi and leave with him?"

Beamon raised his head, Heidou's eyes flashed with anticipation: "Yes."

Angel thought for a while: "All efforts will have a price. You should be able to recognize your situation. Given your current situation, let us help you. What price can you pay?"

Beamon lowered his head and said after a long time: "The only thing I can give is myself. My willing self."
Chapter completed!