"What, you have an objection to what I said?" Seeing that Dox had remained silent for so long, Angel spoke.
Dox raised his head to look at Angel, let out a deep breath, and said nothing.
His gaze was complicated, every kind of emotion sprouting wildly. Even with Angel's super-sensory perception, it was difficult to discern Dox's specific feelings.
Dejection and bewilderment, excitement and distraction, helplessness and astonishment, sorrow and anticipation.
All kinds of opposing, extreme emotions flickered into being and vanished like bubbles within a brief span of time.
Angel could not accurately judge Dox's mood. Even Dox himself did not know how to describe what he was feeling right now.
It was as though two "selves" were locked in a tug-of-war. Which was his original self, and which was his true self? Dox only felt that his mind was a complete mess.
His thoughts were like a small boat adrift upon the sea, sometimes shoved toward the deep waters, sometimes pushed back toward the shallows.
After a very, very long time, Dox finally said in a low voice, "...No objection."
Angel said, "Good, as long as you have no objection. Keep this one-use spatial pouch for now. Consider it an advance on your benefits. Of course, it also contains your own share of payment for your labor."
Angel's words had actually vaguely implied that, at least for some time to come, Dox would be working for him. Otherwise, he would not have offered benefits in advance.
Dox said nothing, but as Angel had said, he put the spatial pouch away again.
Whether Dox had understood or not, at this moment, he had at least given up struggling.
Angel said nothing more. Instead, he turned his gaze toward the Sunlight Sanctuary. Gray Merchant and his group had gradually emerged