Angel had barely finished speaking when Dox's eyes lit up again.
If the memories within Old Stone did not even span a thousand years, then even if they came in a torrential flood, they should not be too overwhelming, right? He should be able to endure it.
With that thought, Dox swiftly moved in front of Angel. This time, he did not gesture with his hands. Instead, he directly broke through the Silence seal set by Black Earl and asked, "If it's less than a thousand years, then with my physical condition, I should be able to adapt, right?"
"Of course you can." Angel nodded and looked at Dox. "That's why I asked whether you wanted to try first."
Dox was delighted. He instinctively wanted to nod, but just as the words reached his lips, he suddenly hesitated. Especially when he saw Angel's calm and indifferent expression, a sense of danger slowly rose from the depths of his heart.
Although Angel did not seem especially proactive, this act of achieving through inaction gave him the distinct feeling of inviting the gentleman into the urn.
Dox hesitated.
After pondering for a long while, Dox ultimately swallowed the words "Stand aside, let me handle it" back down his throat.
Angel had far too much "black history" with him. Besides, he had a premonition of danger. Whether it was inspiration at work or not, caution was better.
On the other side, Angel watched Dox's hesitant retreat. His expression remained unchanged, but inwardly, he let out a soft sigh. Sure enough, trying to trick Dox was difficult no matter when it was...
As Angel silently lamented, Kael suddenly spoke. "I think I've read a paper before. At a seminar discussing memory as the essence of life, they included emotions and sensations in their definition