Laplace: "What about the Instance's difficulty?"
Angel's tone was helpless. "All I can see is the Instance's information and a general overview of what's inside. I can't determine what its main quest is, or whether the difficulty is high or low."
Only Gray Porcelain could directly judge an Instance's difficulty through a crystal construct.
But although Gray Porcelain was a little shorter than Laplace, he still could not fit into that tiny "rat hole."
Nor could he judge its difficulty remotely. He had to see the Instance entrance with his own eyes before he could trigger Danger Sense.
"Then it looks like we can only wait for Turing to come out and see whether Gray Porcelain can judge the danger level through the image on the screen..."
That was what she said, but Laplace personally guessed that Gray Porcelain probably could not judge danger through an image on a screen.
After all, an image and a physical entity were ultimately two entirely different concepts.
Just as Laplace sighed to herself, Turing had already crawled out of the tiny rat hole nearby. The little television screen projected the appearance of the crystal construct.
Everyone gathered around for a closer look, and Laplace walked over as well.
Just as Angel had described, it was indeed a Leaf-tailed Rat. Its fur was pure white, its beady eyes black, and the tail behind it curled upward. At the tip of that tail was a lock of color-changing mane shaped like a green leaf.
This was the god worshipped by the Mata Kingdom?
Laplace studied it for a few moments but found no clue, then turned her gaze toward the teapot-headed figure in an off-white coat beside her.
"Did your Danger Sense trigger?"
Gray Porcelain stared so fiercely at the Leaf-tailed Rat on the television