Talking about the Night Innkeeper was not dull at all. Angel feared that he would remember that experience for the rest of his life.
Angel had once discussed the Night Innkeeper with Mr. Feng's split consciousness inside the painting, but the focus of that conversation had not been the Night Innkeeper himself.
Now that they had a rare chance to speak of this legendary figure, Angel was quite happy.
As Angel spoke, a fully fleshed-out figure seemed to leap vividly into the curled-horn Half-Blood Demon's mind.
Time drifted by, and Angel finally finished recounting the last of what he knew about the Night Innkeeper.
Though the curled-horn Half-Blood Demon had not seen Angel at any point during the process, he could hear the surging emotion in Angel's tone.
To Angel, this "Night" must have been someone unforgettable as well.
"Now do you understand why I wanted to sign the Taro Pact with you?"
The curled-horn Half-Blood Demon slowly came back to himself and let out a soft sigh. "I understand. I never expected a descendant of my clan to produce such a great figure. Good... good..."
Though he kept saying it was good, the curled-horn Half-Blood Demon was deeply despondent, and even his eyes had grown wet.
This scene certainly could not have been seen in reality, since only his soul remained now. Yet upon the Dream Bridge, long-lost tears rolled from his eyes.
All his former elegance, pride, and composure had vanished. All that remained was a former Dantin crying his eyes out while still calling it "good."
No matter how moving a scene was, it would eventually be interrupted.
Though Angel could tell that the curled-horn Half-Blood Demon was still savoring the Night Innkeeper's story, there would be plenty of time for him to relish its lingering aftertaste.