After setting down the Stele of the Strange Ring, Balalaika still showed no expression, but her heart was far from as calm as her outward appearance suggested.
It had to be said, this second Stele of the Strange Ring was quite good.
Bound by certain rules, Balalaika could not leave the Resting Place. For thousands of years, aside from sleeping, most of her time had been rather dull.
This Stele of the Strange Ring happened to strike at her weak spot. It was immensely interesting and could completely ease the loneliness of her long years spent in the night.
Balalaika glanced sideways at Angel, a trace of suspicion in her heart.
At first, she had thought that after listening to the music box and memorizing it, she had gotten a bargain. But now that she thought about it, had this fellow deliberately arranged it around her interests?
She liked music, so he had placed music at the very top. After giving her a taste of sweetness and satisfying her spirit, he had brought out the Stele of the Strange Ring to enrich her life.
Moreover, it was clear that, apart from their ingenuity, neither the music box nor the Stele of the Strange Ring was particularly precious.
No matter how she looked at it, it seemed deliberately arranged. He wanted to use these exquisite little trinkets to win an opportunity to trade with her.
However, Balalaika did not ask him outright. She did not actually dislike Angel's targeted offerings. At the very least, from the bottom of her heart, Angel had prepared them with care. Compared to that Half-Blood Demon outside, who wanted to throw a tantrum and catch a wolf with bare hands, she was far more willing to accept someone who relied on thoughtfulness to win.
She turned