When Black Earl dealt with his peers, he could play games of deceit and intrigue, deliberately say half a sentence and leave the other half for them to guess—none of that was a problem.
But when facing this group of juniors, he had no such inclination. Whenever he had a question, he simply asked it outright.
This time was no different. When Angel's eyes began to flicker, showing signs that he was coming back to himself, Black Earl directly roused him and voiced the doubt in his heart.
"You seem to have a particular interest in this One-Eyed Wraith?"
Black Earl had not asked that through the private chat channel, so everyone turned curiously toward Angel.
"Don't tell me... you've taken a fancy to it?" The only person bold enough to say that was, without question, Dox.
Dox wore a look of astonishment. "When I said it was pretty just now, I was comparing it to the other One-Eyed Wraiths around it. I wasn't actually praising it for being pretty. If you've really developed some unconventional fetish, don't you dare pin it on me."
Angel cast Dox a light glance. "If you want to hear my explanation, you'd best shut up."
Dox knew when to bend and when to stretch. After teasing him, he could also rein himself in.
Once Dox stopped spouting nonsense, Angel said, "This One-Eyed Wraith is indeed very special. But what caught my attention was not the One-Eyed Wraith itself, but this."
Angel directly took the recording stone from Dox's hand. Dox opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing.
Manipulating the recording stone, Angel began enlarging a portion of one image.
It was around the One-Eyed Wraith's waist. Afraid that its white lab coat would slip off, the One-Eyed Wraith had bound it with several vine-like