Through their Spirit Bond, Sunders told Angor what happened in the hall.
Or rather, Sunders replayed the recorded scene in his mind.
It had been fifteen minutes since Angor left with White Bear. During this time, Dodoro and Bobota didn't talk much.
"Who are you?" Dodoro broke the silence first.
Bobota gave his name to Sunders. After that, they remained silent for a while.
Before Angor returned to the hall, Dodoro said, "I think we're connected somehow."
Bobota nodded heavily. Then, he seemed to have thought of something, and his expression became more and more excited. Dodoro, on the other hand, was deep in thought until Angor arrived.
When Angor returned to the hall, some kind of balance was broken. The strange atmosphere was slowly dispelled. Dodoro lifted his head and looked at Angor.
The tense atmosphere became more relaxed.
Angor sat down in front of Dodoro and took a sip of his tea. "Were you thinking about something?"
Dodoro smiled a little awkwardly. "Something strange happened, so I didn't notice you leaving. But I think it's nothing serious. "
"Do you understand now?"
"Yes." Dodoro pointed at Bobota. "He and I have a special connection."
"What kind of connection?" Angor glanced at Bobota who was standing on the other side of the hall. He saw Bobota clenching his fists nervously.
Dodoro turned around and looked at Bobota. "He's my grandson, isn't he?"
Pffft —
Angor quickly covered his mouth. That was such an excellent answer that he almost lost control of himself! Thank goodness he covered his mouth, or he would have spat out the tea in his mouth.
On the other side, Bobota's eyes were wide open. He thought Dodoro already knew that they were of the same race. He did not expect such an answer.
Did Dodoro just take advantage of him?
Angor faked a cough to cover his embarrassment and raised an eyebrow. "You said he's your grandson?"
"I don't know, but I have a feeling." Dodoro looked at Angor with a serious expression, which made it obvious that he was serious about something.
But when he looked at Dodoro's expression, he suddenly remembered Dodoro's real age.
It had been at least a thousand years.
Bobota and Birdie grew up in a fairytale world, while Dodoro lived in a fairytale world a thousand years ago.
If that was the case, then it really was possible!
"Are you related by blood?" Angor asked.
Dodoro hesitated for a moment before he nodded. "I think so. But we're not closely related by blood."
In other words, they might be from the same clan, but they were not direct blood relatives.
He almost believed that Bobota was Dodoro's real descendant. If that was the case, it must be fate that brought them together. However, even if Bobota was not Dodoro's direct descendant, he was still Dodoro's grandchild.
However, he couldn't say it out loud. No one knew that Dodoro had lived for a thousand years.
"You're so young, how could you have any grandchildren? Maybe you're distant relatives, "Angor said." After all, you're from the same clan. "
"Is Bobota also a Reverend?" Dodoro asked.
"You know I'm a Reverend?" Angor was surprised that Dodoro knew who he was.
"Both Mister Tree Spirit and Professor Maya told me."
Since Dodoro already knew who he was, Angor decided not to keep it a secret. "Yes. Bobota is also a Reverend, one of your kind."
Angor expected Dodoro to ask for more information. But Dodoro remained calm and nodded nonchalantly. "Yes, yes, yes," Dodoro said.
"Aren't you curious about your own kind?"
"I'm not curious about him. And I'm not interested in his kind." Dodoro looked at Angor with his clear eyes. "But since Angor is the one who brought him here, I'm going to find out why."
Angor could see that Dodoro really didn't care about Bobota or his own people.
It was as if Dodoro's world was missing a module of empathy.
Maybe this was a side effect of sleeping for a thousand years? But when he thought about Dodoro's reaction, he didn't think that was the case.
Maybe Dodoro was just born emotionless?
On the other side, Bobota was stunned by Dodoro's answer. To him, his people were the most important thing in his life. He was even willing to sacrifice his own life for the sake of rekindling his ancestral altar. Dodoro's answer was so cold that Bobota couldn't accept it.
It felt like —
While he was holding the torch of his ideals high, he was suddenly doused with cold rain.
"You said you're not interested in your own kind, but he's your root!"
Bobota frowned and quickly walked to Dodoro. He grabbed Dodoro's collar and questioned, "Do you know what happened to the Reverends? Do you know who caused the Baiyuan Clan to become what they are today? "
Dodoro looked at Bobota closely. Even with the hood covering his face, Dodoro could still see Bobota's twisted face. However, Dodoro didn't seem to mind at all. It was as if he was looking at a complete stranger.
Bobota looked at Dodoro's eyes and realized that he was being too emotional. He let go of Dodoro's collar and slumped on the table with trembling arms. "Do you know how much I looked forward to the day when I learned that there was another one of my kind in this world? I looked forward to seeing you again. I looked forward to seeing you again. I looked forward to seeing you again. I looked forward to seeing you again.
But now, I see that I was wrong. "
Bobota felt as if he had aged several decades in that instant.
There was a moment of silence. No one spoke until White Bear walked into the hall, breaking the silence.
White Bear didn't know what was going on. He was going to ask Angor for an explanation. However, he soon noticed that the atmosphere in the hall wasn't right. He thought about it and decided not to speak.
"I know." Dodoro's cold voice attracted everyone's attention.
"I saw something. You did something you thought was right, and that's why you ended up like this. I don't know why you did it, but I can guess that you did it for the glory of your race. Am I right? "
Bobota turned around slowly, his eyes filled with surprise. Dodoro said he saw it. Did he see it with Prophecy?
"But what does it have to do with me?" Dodoro's tone was still cold. "Besides, do you really think you did the right thing?"
"I did it for the sake of our race. I didn't do anything wrong," Bobota replied.
"But the images I saw told me otherwise. You lost everything. You hurt yourself. You gained nothing." Dodoro paused. "And you almost got Angor into trouble."
"You lost yourself in your obsession and used it to carry out your own righteousness."
When Dodoro finished, Bobota took a step back and fell to the ground.
He wasn't convinced by Dodoro's words, but he could tell that Dodoro had completely different values from him. He knew that he couldn't influence Dodoro's decision at all.
"You don't understand my dream. You don't understand my determination." Bobota looked a little absent-minded. Perhaps this was the end of everything.
Even Angor was surprised by the sudden turn of events.
But it seemed both of them were right. Perhaps Bobota was too extreme, which made Dodoro's reaction even sharper than usual.
It seemed that it wasn't going to be easy for them to reach a compromise.
"Right or wrong is another matter." Angor cleared his throat to attract everyone's attention. He considered his words carefully and looked at Bobota. "You shouldn't use your obsession to force Dodoro to do the same."
Bobota looked up at Angor. "But —"
"No buts," Angor interrupted him. "I'll do what I promised. But I don't need Dodoro to inherit your will." Bobota shook his head.
Giving Dodoro the Origin Flame and igniting the Ancestral Altar. Angor believed that Dodoro wouldn't refuse because it wouldn't do him any harm. In fact, it would benefit him a lot because of the source of fire.
However, if Dodoro inherited Bobota's obsession and shouldered the responsibility of an entire race, Angor wouldn't want to see that happen.
The responsibility was too great, and it might even affect Dodoro's future.
"Let's call it a day. I won't go back on my word." Angor put an end to the conflict for now.
With a snap of his fingers, Bobota was brought into the Gravity Garden.
Angor smiled at Dodoro. "Don't overthink it. I brought him here because I promised him."
"I understand," Dodoro said.
"So you did see a lot of things." Angor raised an eyebrow. Most Prophet wizards couldn't see what was going on, but Dodoro seemed to be able to do it.
"I only saw a few things about him. I didn't see much about you, Angor." From what Dodoro saw, Bobota seemed to hate Angor, but he didn't know why Angor and Bobota ended up together again.
"You'll know in a few days." Dodoro looked at him with a curious expression.
Angor glanced at White Bear, who was still looking anxious. "Oh, right. I need you to confirm something for me."
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