"So, sir, please help me tell Darkman that in an environment like this dense forest, I'll be fine. He mustn't try to risk coming in."
Angel did not agree at once. Instead, he asked, "Do you think Darkman will listen?"
Kemei fell silent instantly.
He knew Darkman's temperament too well. The only reason Darkman had not charged in with him before was because his sense of responsibility—his need to get the news out—had held back that impulse.
Now that the matter of Mist Swamp had been reported, Darkman had no more worries holding him back. Most likely, he would try every possible way to worm his way into the Instance.
Kemei could even picture Darkman frantically rushing off to find Gray Porcelain right now.
Just as he was pondering how to persuade Darkman to stay put, Angel's voice came again. "However, I mentioned this to Darkman before: if Gray Porcelain assigns the Instance a relatively high risk level, I'll temporarily cordon this place off and close it to the public. Darkman will be no exception. But if the risk level is relatively low, I won't stop anyone."
Angel paused, then subtly shifted the direction of his words. "If Gray Porcelain doesn't rate Mist Swamp as particularly dangerous, other Challengers will definitely want to enter this Instance."
"Personally, I think that rather than hoping strangers come in, you'd be better off letting Darkman enter—at least the two of you know each other, and you'll be able to look out for one another if something happens."
Kemei pressed his lips together. His fingers clenched, then loosened, clearly weighing whether the suggestion was feasible.
But Angel did not give him more time to think. He coughed and straightened his tone, steering the conversation back on track. "All right, keep telling me about what