Having grasped the crux of the matter, Angel spoke with some helplessness. "Sir, I told you before that I came here with no particular needs. I can accept the poetry collection, but beyond the Underground Waterway, there are wizards I know. I can ask one of them to trade me some disposable spatial pouches to store these collections."
In other words, Angel had no intention of taking Olao with him.
Upon hearing this, the alchemical puppet smiled. "Even knowing that Olao is one of the Twin Mirrors, you can still refuse. You truly are a Poet Reciter. The scope of your vision and the future you envision are utterly different from Olao's and Adanis's."
By way of that response, the alchemical puppet had once again belittled what Olao and Adanis saw and thought. Angel could only smile bitterly within. If he wanted to belittle them, then belittle them—why use him as a comparison? Wasn't that just drawing hatred toward him?
Sure enough, both Olao and Adanis glanced at Angel. Yet their gazes carried entirely different meanings: one was puzzled, while the other was disdainful.
Though their gazes differed in meaning, there was no doubt that neither of them believed Angel deserved Augustine's praise.
At this moment, the alchemical puppet continued, "Poet Reciter, don't rush to refuse just yet. Naturally, I understand that your sights are not confined to the present. However, entrusting Olao to you is also partly for my own selfish reasons."
As those words fell, everyone present revealed expressions of surprise.
Previously, Angel's conversation with the alchemical puppet had been vague, never lifting the veil completely, so they had all been listening in a muddle. But now, the alchemical puppet's words made one thing clear: he intended to entrust Olao to Angel.
Although Angel had refused, everyone was