"What condition?"
Behemoth stared at Angel with bright, gleaming eyes, wearing an expression of total commitment. Even the soft fine fur along his cheeks seemed to be straining.
Angel resisted the urge to reach out and ruffle it, putting on a solemn expression. "Since you're taking a child... ahem, taking Nakbi into the Dream Crystal Plain, why not bring a few more along?"
Behemoth: "?"
Who else was he supposed to bring? Did he know them?
Angel saw what Behemoth was thinking and said softly, "You don't know them, but once you meet them, won't you?"
Behemoth was still somewhat puzzled. "Why do I have to bring them?"
Couldn't they enter the Dream Crystal Plain themselves?
Angel stroked his chin as though considering the answer. After a moment, he slowly said, "Because I trust you."
Behemoth froze for two seconds, then turned his head away with a soft snort. "Trying to fool me with that kind of line? I'm not Hot-Blooded Shaluo. You can't fool me."
"What's Hot-Blooded Shaluo?"
Behemoth said, "The protagonist of a stage play. A brainless hero with no judgment, who believes whatever anyone says and gets wrapped around a woman's finger."
Although Angel did not know what play it was, Behemoth's complaints brought many hero-style scripts to mind.
The heroes in such scripts were collectively called hot-blooded fools. A single word of encouragement could make their blood boil, while a single lie could trick them onto the road of dragon slaying.
"I wasn't trying to fool you as some hot-blooded hero," Angel said. "I was telling the truth."
"Compared to that group..." Angel wanted to describe their characteristics, but after pondering for a long while, he still did not know how to put it, so he could only skip over it. "I don't know how to