"Can Lord Black Earl see what is going on with Swift Spirit?" Angel asked.
What Angel really meant was: Why had Black Earl suddenly taken an interest in Swift Spirit's situation?
Black Earl had never shown much concern for the battle before. Even when Wai, Noah's descendant, had taken the field, Black Earl had merely watched in silence without offering a single opinion.
Other than Dox's constant chatter, nothing else could be heard through the Mind Tether.
Yet this time, Black Earl had suddenly joined their discussion and immediately asked about Swift Spirit. That made Angel curious. Had something happened to Swift Spirit that had drawn Black Earl's attention?
Black Earl pondered for a moment. "I only saw that it did not actively attack those strange sheep."
Black Earl's answer was brief, but Angel heard two layers of meaning in it.
First, why had Swift Spirit not attacked those four black-faced sheep?
This was also Angel's question. Even now, those four black-faced sheep were still frolicking about on the arena platform, which meant Swift Spirit had not attacked them. If anything, Swift Spirit had been hemmed into their encirclement.
Swift Spirit was not a mindless creature. As a mature elemental lifeform that had lived for a long time, its intelligence was no lower than a human's. What it lacked was merely experience with human society.
But when facing these four black-faced sheep, so-called "experience" was unnecessary. Swift Spirit had followed them all this way and knew how important this duel was. For it to suddenly go offline at a time like this was clearly abnormal.
Yet what concerned Angel even more was the other doubt he had heard in Black Earl's tone.
Second, strange sheep?
If one listened closely to Black Earl's words, it became clear that his focus was