Chapter 3234 The True Bond

What moved people the most was not personal happiness, but the great love for the tribe.

At first glance, isn't this the most likely answer?

Enduring humiliation, not fearing the powerful, and wholeheartedly for the entire tribe. Behemoth endured too much for this, so much that he was even willing to be locked up in a cramped and narrow rat cage, just to see the dawn of freedom from the cracks in the cage!

The more Angel thought about it, the more he felt that this answer was the truth!

Angel took a deep breath and said to Laplace: "Wait a minute, I'll try Behemoth again."

After speaking, Angel looked at the little Behemoth curled up in the corner of the cage again.

It seemed to have closed its eyes and fell asleep, but through the fluctuations of emotions, Angel could be sure that it was not really asleep. Its heart was not as calm as it seemed on the surface.

"Perhaps, I thought too narrowly before." Angel sent a message to Behemoth: "The so-called "him and me" sometimes does not necessarily refer to a certain person, but may also be a group. "

Behemoth's ears perked up, wanting to hear what Angel had to say.

"In human history, there will always be such a group of people who stand up in times of crisis, regardless of their own selfishness, and fight simply for the whole human race. We call such people heroes."

"Humans can have heroes, why can't the invention rats have heroes?" Angel said calmly, looking straight at Behemoth: "So, your 'he I', in fact, does not refer to a specific person, but the entire tribe, right? You don't want to leave, you want to liberate all the invention rats. "

Angel's tone was very firm, but -

Behemoth, who had originally perked up his ears, slowly drooped his ears. Under super perception, its emotions gradually calmed down, and it seemed to be relieved.

This is indeed the case. Behemoth heard Angel's confident tone and thought that Angel really guessed his thoughts. Who knows. He just drew a huge pie.

And this pie is not the taste that Behemoth likes to eat.

The invention rat group? Most of them are puppets being manipulated. They don't even know how to live without Piruxiu. The best way to save them is not to liberate them, but to send them directly into reincarnation.

Boring.

Behemoth sneered in his heart.

Instead of listening to him preach nonsense in his ears, it is better to really sleep. At least, dreamless sleep can quickly kill time and is not easy to arouse the desire of outsiders to buy.

With this idea, Behemoth really began his journey to sleep.

Angel didn't know what Behemoth was thinking, but from its emotions, Angel read a hint of sarcasm.

He said a lot of words that he thought were correct, but in return he got sarcasm without looking back.

There is no doubt that his previous high-minded rhetoric hit the wall again.

Behemoth's "self" is not the so-called "group". At least, it is not the invented rat group.

But if it is not for the whole, what is it for? Angel fell into a long contemplation.

At this time, Luigi next to him said: "It seems that it still hasn't replied. Have you asked if it is the invented mouse with a reversion to its ancestral appearance?"

Angel: ". "That invented mouse is as stupid as the real chinchilla bear, how could it be it?

Although Angel didn't think it would be the chinchilla bear at all, seeing Luigi's instigating expression, he thought about it and decided to ask.

At least, let Luigi give up first.

As for later, when Luigi asked him why he was interested in the chinchilla bear, he could just find a reason to cover it up, such as seeing the mouse reminded him of someone.

Thinking of this, Angel said to Behemoth in a flat tone: "Have you ever seen Pifeifei?"

Behemoth ignored it completely.

Angel continued: "You actually look very similar to Pifeifei, but there is an invented mouse that looks more similar to Pifeifei."

Angel was just mentioning it casually, thinking

to quickly pass this topic.

But what he didn't expect was that Behemoth's already dormant emotions suddenly jumped up again, and the undulating curve was even bigger than before!

The feedback from super perception confused Angel.

What happened? Why was he so excited all of a sudden?

Was it because of the mention of Pi Feifei? But Pi Feifei was mentioned before, and Behemoth didn't react at all.

If it wasn't Pi Feifei that made Behemoth excited, could it be that stupid golden bear?

A trace of doubt flashed in Angel's eyes, and he always felt that it was unlikely. Even the concept of "group" proposed by Laplace was denied by Behemoth; how could Behemoth care about a golden bear that had no other advantages except appearance?

But for a moment, Angel couldn't think of any other answer. He hesitated for a moment, gently raised his finger, and the nightmare breath surged out.

Soon, in the cage where Behemoth was imprisoned, Angel used illusion to condense a new invention mouse.

It was a slightly smaller invention mouse than Behemoth, but visually, it was rounder and fatter. It had short, milky white fur, with a few gray and golden hairs, small ears, and silly eyes, and was very cute.

However, this cute little hamster was running hard on a roller.

While running, it was chirping.

When this illusion of "Run! Chinchilla" appeared in the mouse cage, Behemoth in the corner finally reacted.

Beamon was still pretending to be asleep, but when it heard a familiar voice coming from behind, it suddenly raised its head.

Looking back, I saw a familiar figure.

Separated by a roller, two invented rats with different colors but similar appearance looked at each other from a distance.

Beamon stood up slowly and walked towards the roller. Its small hands began to tremble slightly, as if it wanted to touch the golden bear.

But when it finally arrived in front of the opponent, it retracted its hand and stood there helplessly.

Looking at the scene in the cage, everyone present could understand it without the need for super-sensory perception.

Both Pierdam and Pixie could see that there was some kind of bond between Beamon and the white invention rat.

Luigi stood up even more excitedly: "Sure enough, sure enough!"

Beamon's bond is indeed that useless rat worth two crystals!

Luigi grabbed Angel's shirt and asked with bright eyes: "You, you knew before, right? The special thing about that invention rat is that it restricts a real invention rat!"

Did I know this before? A trace of doubt arose in Angel's heart. He was certain that before this, he was not optimistic about the golden bear at all.

The performance in front of Luigi is just a "performance". But now, who can tell him?

Why is that inconspicuous stupid rat really related to an invented rat that is suspected of being atavistic? What's more important is that this new invented mouse is the invented mouse they waited for after a long time.

Isn't this a bit of a coincidence?

Is it the power of fate? Or is it really just a coincidence?

Angel was ready to think about the distant destiny, but the voice in his ears brought his thoughts back to reality from afar.

"Right? Right? You know that, right?"

Seeing Luigi's excited expression, Angel hesitated for a moment, coughed, and lowered his eyes: "You can say, second, yes."

Luigi looked "sure enough".

No wonder Angel was very concerned about the invented rat that had no inner qualities except its appearance. Unexpectedly, it was waiting for him here.

"Yes, yes, this is the power of fate. I should have bought that invention rat at that time. It only had two condensed crystals, but it is not too late now. I will send a message to the parrot later and ask him to buy it on his behalf. I will pick it up when I leave." , same thing!"

Regardless of whether Angel wants to buy the Inventor Mouse or not, Luigi is already determined to buy it at this time.

Because Angel was once arranged by the "Book of Kells", he is very wary of coincidences of fate. For all coincidences he encounters in life, the first thing he thinks of is not an "accident", but an "accident". arrange".

But for Luigi, it was a beautiful accident, a gift from fate.

Went around and finally met. It seems to be a kind of destiny.

So, Luigi decided to buy the Inventor Rat anyway. Angel thought for a while, but didn't stop him. They were just two invention rats, so they shouldn't be able to make any big waves. However, just in case, you can take these two invented rats to see Dotolo later and let Dotolo see if there is any interference of fate.

Luigi started excitedly talking to Zigua about the price of Behemoth, while the other

Meanwhile, Laplace looked at Angel and asked doubtfully: "Can you see the connection between Beamon and the invented rat?"

Laplace is not as easy to fool as Luigi.

She always felt that Angel's previous treatment of the golden bear was just to fool Luigi.

That golden bear, no matter inside or outside, seemed to Laplace to have no redeeming qualities.

Because of this, Angel's previous Riddler status in front of Luigi seemed a bit ridiculous to Laplace.

But the current situation made Laplace confused again.

Ridiculous, is it really Angel? Or is it actually you who is ridiculous?

Faced with Laplace's question, Angel shrugged and said, "I can't see the bond."

"What about you?" Laplace asked halfway, suddenly he didn't know how to ask.

Angel chuckled: "Destiny is a very strange thing. From our point of view, it may be confusing. But if you look at it from another angle, maybe the appearance of the golden bear is actually for us to meet Beamon. Woolen cloth?"

Laplace: "You mean that golden bear can affect the power of fate?"

Angel shook his head: "Maybe it's not an influence, but a favor. Sometimes, ignorant people also have the happiness of ignorant people."

What Angel said was not that he was playing the Riddler, but that he suddenly felt something.

This feeling was just like when he was with the parrot before. He was already about to leave, but Angel suddenly ran to communicate with the Pilusi merchant on a whim, wanting to get up close and personal with the golden bear.

Although the result was not as expected, the whim impulse was somewhat similar to the sudden feeling at this time.

Don't worry about whether fate is behind it or not for now, Dudolo will tell him eventually.

Luigi finally bought Behemoth with five hundred crystals.

Although Pixi, Pierdan and Zigua all saw Beamon's specialness, they all intentionally remained silent.

The right to sell Behemoth lies with the Chamber of Commerce behind Zigua. The Chamber of Commerce did not see that Behemoth was special and gave a relatively cheap price, so it sold it according to this price range.

The premium caused by "specialness" is not something they have to consider. The Chamber of Commerce itself didn’t consider it, so who can blame it?

Moreover, they didn't want to offend Luigi, so there was no need to talk to the Chamber of Commerce.

Beamon seemed to know that he had been traded. He sat silently next to the golden bear - he already knew that this was an illusion - and looked at the sky outside the cage in confusion.

Not being able to decide one's own freedom is a given destiny. But why is it so unwilling?

Listening to the noise outside talking about his future, Beamon slowly stood up and came to the cage. He clung to the steel cage and raised his little head.

Its eyes, which showed no emotion, were looking straight at the person closest to the cage.

It was also the person who was talking to it in its heart just now.

It didn't know who he was, but he dissected his own mind. Perhaps, he knows himself better and knows his inner desires better.

Behemoth itself was the focus at this time, and its movements naturally attracted everyone's attention.

Angel also watched

When he arrived, Behemoth was looking at him.

He hesitated for a moment, and instead of using his mind to tie the knot or use his mental power to talk, he said directly: "You still don't want to leave now?"

Behemoth looked back at Zigua and the other Pilusi, with indifference in his eyes.

"I want to leave, but not now." Finally, Beamon spoke, his voice as low and hoarse as ever, completely inconsistent with its appearance.

Angel: "Is it because of it?"

Angel pointed to the illusion that still existed in the mouse cage.

Beamon nodded: "Yes, I want to take Nakbi away with me." "Nakbi?" Angel: "Is its name Nakbi?"

Beamon hesitated for a moment: "Nakbi is the name I gave it, but it doesn't seem to like this name and has never responded to me."

It's probably not that I don't like it, but that it's too complicated. Angel thought to himself.

"Nakfi, Naxu, Naqbi." Angel muttered softly: "Nakfi, what does Naqsu represent?"

Beamon lowered his head silently and said nothing.

Angel didn't ask further questions, but looked at Beamon: "Do you want us to find Nakbi and leave with him?"

Beamon raised his head, Heidou's eyes flashed with anticipation: "Yes."

Angel thought for a while: "All efforts will have a price. You should be able to recognize your situation. Given your current situation, let us help you. What price can you pay?"

Beamon lowered his head and said after a long time: "The only thing I can give is myself. My willing self."

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