"I didn't know whether there was any 'good stuff.' Anyway, I didn't touch anything." Angel shrugged and spread his hands.
Angel's words made the eyes of Gray Merchant's group dim slightly.
Dox, meanwhile, looked utterly unconvinced. "Really nothing? You didn't even touch the shadow on the mirror's surface?"
Dox's follow-up question rekindled hope in Gray Merchant's dimmed eyes.
Unfortunately, every spark of hope Dox kindled for them was mercilessly doused by Angel.
"If I said I didn't touch anything, that naturally includes Gray Merchant's shadow." Seeing that Dox still looked skeptical, Angel narrowed his eyes and coaxed, "How about I send you in, and you see for yourself whether there's any good stuff?"
"Send me in? You can really send me in?"
Angel said, "I've never tried, but we can give it a shot."
Dox froze for a moment, then actually began considering whether it was feasible. But the more he thought, the deeper his frown became. Before long, Dox's face had begun to turn pale, cold sweat streaming down his forehead.
Just then, Black Earl suddenly gave Dox a cold snort.
To outsiders, it sounded like nothing. But to Dox, it was as though spring thunder had erupted from flat ground, a booming crash soaring to the clouds and violently wrenching him back from his own thoughts.
When Dox came back to himself, his face was still pale. He panted heavily, looking as though he could barely catch his breath.
Dox's strange condition left everyone dumbfounded, Angel especially. His face was full of confusion. He had done nothing—he had only egged Dox on a little with words. How had Dox been provoked into this state?
Angel turned to Black Earl, trying to get an answer from him.
"Mind barrier." Black Earl gave a short, straightforward answer.
Mind barrier? Angel