As soon as Angel finished speaking, Dox's eyes lit up again.
If the memories inside the old stone don't even span a thousand years, then even if it's a memory torrent, it shouldn't be that overwhelming, right? I should be able to withstand it, shouldn't I?
With that thought, Dox quickly leaned in toward Angel. This time he didn't bother gesturing with his hands; he directly broke through the sound‑sealing set up by the Black Earl and asked aloud, "If it's less than a thousand years, then with my physical constitution, I should be able to adapt, right?"
"Of course you can." Angel nodded and looked at Dox. "That's why I asked you first if you wanted to give it a try."
Dox's heart leapt with joy and he subconsciously wanted to nod, but just as the words reached his lips, he suddenly hesitated. Especially when he saw Angel's calm, detached expression, a sense of danger slowly rose from the bottom of his heart.
