What moved people the most was not personal happiness, but the great love for the race.
When he thought about it, wasn't this the most likely answer?
Enduring humiliation, not fearing the nobles, and wholeheartedly serving the entire race … Behemoth had suffered too much because of this. It was so much that it was even willing to be locked in a cramped and narrow rat cage, just to see the dawn of freedom through the cracks of the cage!
The more Angor thought about it, the more he believed this answer was the truth.
Angor took a deep breath and spoke to Laplace. "Hold on. I'll try Behemoth again. "Okay."
Angor looked at the small Behemoth who was curled up in the corner of the cage.
It seemed to be sleeping, but Angor could tell from its emotional fluctuations that it wasn't really asleep. Behemoth's mind was not as calm as it looked.
"Maybe I was too narrow-minded," Angor spoke to Behemoth. Angor sent a voice transmission to Beemon, "Sometimes, an additional self doesn't refer to a single person. It can also refer to a group. "Okay."
Behemoth's ears perked up. It wanted to hear what Angor was going to say.
"In the history of mankind, there are always people who stood up in the face of danger and fought for the sake of the entire race regardless of their personal interests. We call them heroes. " "Okay."
"If humans can have heroes, why can't the Invention Rats have heroes too?" Angor looked at Behemoth in the eyes. "So, your 'additional self' doesn't refer to a single person. It refers to the entire race, right? You don't want to leave because you want to free all the Invention Rats. "Okay."
Angor sounded confident. However …
Behemoth's ears, which had been perked up, slowly drooped down. Using Beyonder Perception, Behemoth gradually calmed down and sighed in relief.
And it was true. Behemoth heard Angor's confident tone and thought Angor really knew what it was thinking. But it didn't expect that Angor was just drawing a big pie.
And the pie didn't taste like Behemoth's favorite.
Invention Rats? Most of them were puppets who didn't even know how to live without Peluxiu. The best way to save them was not to free them, but to send them straight into the cycle of reincarnation.
Boring.
Behemoth sneered in its mind.
Instead of listening to Angor's nonsense, Behemoth would rather go to sleep. At the very least, a dreamless sleep could pass the time quickly … and it would not arouse the desire of others to buy.
With this thought in mind, Behemoth began its journey to sleep.
He didn't know what Behemoth was thinking, but he sensed a hint of mockery from the creature's expression.
He said a bunch of words that he thought were correct, but in return, he was ridiculed without even turning his head.
There was no doubt that the speech he had made earlier had once again hit a wall.
The additional self of the Behemoth was not the so-called "group." At the very least, he did not invent the rat colony.
But if it wasn't for the whole, what was it for? Angor fell into deep thought.
At this moment, Luigi, who was beside him, said, "It still doesn't seem to be replying … You asked if it was the inventor mouse with the atavistic appearance? "
"That rat is as dumb as a real golden-silk bear. How can it be?" Angor asked.
He didn't think it was the bear at all, but he still decided to ask after seeing Luigi's encouraging expression.
At least, he could make Luigi give up first.
As for why Luigi would ask him why he was interested in the golden-threaded bear … Secondly, he would find a random reason to dodge the question. For example, he would think of someone when he saw a mouse.
With that in mind, Angor sent a voice transmission to Behemoth in a flat tone, "Have you seen Pi Feifei? Nothing. "
Behemoth ignored him completely.
Angor continued, "You look very similar to Pi Feifei. But there's an inventor mouse that looks even more similar to Pi Feifei …"
Angor was only going to mention it casually.
He quickly changed the topic.
But to his surprise, Behemoth's emotions suddenly jumped up again, and this time, it fluctuated even more intensely than before!
Angor was confused by the feedback from his Ultra Perception.
What's going on? Why did it suddenly become so agitated?
Was it because he mentioned Pi Feifei? But Behemoth did not react at all when he mentioned Pi Feifei.
If it wasn't Pi Feifei who made Behemoth agitated, could it be … that stupid Golden Silk Bear?
Angor's eyes flickered with doubt. He did not think it was possible. Even Laplace's concept of "community" was rejected by Behemoth. Why would Behemoth care about a bear that had nothing good about it apart from its appearance?
But he couldn't think of another answer right now. He hesitated for a moment before he lifted a finger and released his nightmare aura.
Soon, Angor created a new "Invention Rat" inside the cage where Behemoth was kept.
It was an Inventor Mouse that was slightly smaller than Behemoth, but visually, this Inventor Mouse was rounder and chubbier. Its milky white fur was mixed with some gray and golden hairs. Together with its small ears and innocent eyes, it looked very cute.
However, the cute little hamster was running on a roller as fast as it could.
As they ran, they also whimpered and whimpered.
When the "Run! When the illusion of the Golden Silk Bear appeared in the rat cage, the Behemoth in the corner finally reacted.
Behemoth was still pretending to be asleep, but when it heard a familiar voice behind it, it suddenly raised its head.
It looked back and saw a familiar figure.
Separated by a roller, two inventor mice with different colors but similar appearances were looking at each other from afar.
Behemoth slowly stood up and walked towards the drum … Its small hands began to tremble slightly as if it wanted to touch the Gold-Threaded Bear.
But when it really came in front of the other party, it retracted its hand and stood there helplessly.
Looking at the scene in the cage, even without using super perception, everyone present understood what was going on.
Everyone, including Pierre and Pissy, could see that there was some kind of bond between Behemoth and the white mouse.
Luigi stood up in excitement. "I knew it! That's it! "
Behemoth's "bond" was that useless rat that cost two crystals!
Luigi grabbed Angor's collar and asked with glowing eyes, "Y-you knew about it before, right? The special thing about the inventor mouse was that it could restrict a real inventor mouse! Huh? "
Did I know about it before? Angor wondered. He was sure that he didn't think highly of the bear at all.
The performance in front of Luigi was just a "performance". But now, who could tell him?
Why did that seemingly insignificant mouse really have something to do with an "atavistic" inventor mouse? More importantly, this "inventor mouse" was something they had been waiting for for a long time.
Wasn't it a coincidence?
Was it the power of fate? Or was it really just a coincidence?
Angor was about to think about the long river of fate when he heard Luigi's voice.
"Right? Right? You know about it, right? "
Angor looked at Luigi's excited expression and cleared his throat. "You can say that it's the second." "Right."
Luigi revealed an expression of "as expected."
No wonder Angor was so interested in that "inventor mouse". It was waiting for him here.
"That's right. That's the power of fate. I should've bought that "inventor mouse" back then. It's only two crystals. But it's not too late now. I'll send a message to Parrot and ask him to buy it for me. I'll get it when I leave. "
Regardless of whether Angor wanted to buy the "inventor mouse" or not, Luigi had already made up his mind.
Since Angor was once affected by the "Book of Kael", he was very cautious when it came to coincidences. Whenever he encountered a "coincidence" in his life, he would always think of it as an "arrangement" rather than an "accident".
But for Luigi, it was just a beautiful accident, a gift from fate.
After going around in circles, they finally met. It was as if it was meant to be.
Therefore, Luigi decided to buy the "inventor mouse" no matter what. Angor considered and decided not to stop Luigi. It was just two "inventor mice". They wouldn't cause any trouble. But just in case, Angor decided to take them to Dodoro later so that Dodoro could check if fate was involved.
Luigi began to discuss the price of Behemoth with Ziggy.
Laplace looked at Angor and asked, "You can see the connection between Behemoth and that" inventor mouse "? "Huh?"
Laplace wasn't as gullible as Luigi.
She always believed that Angor was only trying to fool Luigi by showing special attention to the "golden silk bear".
In Laplace's opinion, the "golden silk bear" had no redeeming qualities, both inside and outside.
This was why Laplace found it ridiculous that Angor was pretending to be a "Riddler" in front of Luigi.
But now, Laplace couldn't understand what was going on.
Was this really Angor's fault? Or was she the one who was being ridiculous?
Angor shrugged. "I don't see anything like that. Well … "
"Then, you —" Laplace didn't know how to continue.
Angor chuckled. "Fate is a strange thing. It's confusing if you look at it from our perspective. But let's look at it from another perspective. Maybe the "golden silk bear" was meant for us to meet Behemoth? Well …
"You're saying that the" golden silk bear "can affect the power of fate? "Well …"
Angor shook his head. "Maybe not. Maybe it's a blessing. Sometimes, the ignorant had the bliss of ignorance. "
Angor wasn't trying to be a "Riddler". Instead, he was just thinking about something.
It was similar to what happened at Parrot's place. When he was about to leave, he suddenly decided to talk to Merchant Pelucci so that he could get closer to the golden silk bear.
Although the result was not what he had expected, the impulse he felt was somewhat similar to the feeling he had right now.
He didn't know if fate was behind this. Dodoro would tell him sooner or later.
In the end, Luigi bought Behemoth for 500 crystals.
Pi Xi, Pierre, and Zigua all noticed Behemoth's uniqueness, but they didn't say anything.
Zigua's chamber of commerce was responsible for selling Behemoth. The chamber of commerce didn't notice Behemoth's uniqueness, so they decided to sell Behemoth at a reasonable price.
They didn't need to worry about the "uniqueness" of Behemoth. Who else could they blame for not considering it themselves?
Besides, they didn't want to offend Luigi, so they didn't need to talk to the chamber of commerce.
Behemoth also realized that it was being sold. It quietly sat beside the golden silk bear, which it already knew was an illusion, and looked at the sky outside the cage in confusion.
It couldn't control its own freedom. This was its fate. But why did it feel so unsatisfied?
Hearing the chatter outside, Behemoth slowly stood up and walked to the cage. It clung to the iron cage and lifted its tiny head.
Its emotionless eyes stared straight at the person closest to the cage.
It was the person who spoke to it in its mind just now.
It didn't know who he was, but he analyzed its mind. Maybe he knew it better than anyone else. Maybe he knew what it wanted more.
Behemoth was already the center of attention, so its movement attracted everyone's attention.
Angor also looked at it.
Behemoth was looking at him too.
He hesitated for a moment and decided not to use Spirit Bond or spirit communication. Instead, he asked, "You still don't want to leave?" "Yes."
Behemoth glanced at Zigua and the other Pelucci with an indifferent look.
"I want to leave. But not now." Behemoth finally spoke. Its voice was as low and hoarse as usual, which didn't match its appearance at all.
"Is it because of that thing?" "Yes."
Angor pointed at the illusion inside the cage.
Behemoth nodded. "Yes. I want to take Nakbi with me." "Nakbi?" "So it's called Nakbi?" "Yes."
Behemoth hesitated. "I named it Nakbi. But it doesn't like the name. It never responded to me." "Yes."
Maybe it didn't like the name, but it was too complicated. Angor pondered in his mind.
"Nakfi, Naksu, Nakbi." "What does' Nak 'mean?" "Yes."
Behemoth lowered its head and didn't answer.
Angor didn't ask. "You want us to find Nakbi and leave with it?" "Yes."
Behemoth looked up with its beady eyes. "Yes." "Yes."
Angor considered. "Everything comes with a price. You should know where you're at now. What kind of price can you pay for us to help you? " "Yes."
Behemoth lowered his head. After a long time, he said, "The only thing I can give is myself. I am willing to do it myself. "Yes."
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