It's rare to get out of the entertainment area and go to the study room full of knowledge.

This mini study room was where Beamon wrote love poems for Luigi. There were still several discarded drafts of love poems floating on the floor.

When Nakbi stepped over, he could see a faint row of words on the scratch paper on the floor:

"I once thought calmly about what love is; but later I discovered that what I thought about calmly was not love at all."

Nakbi walked to the desk step by step, and sat on the chair like a little old man.

It is no longer a childish rat. It now wants to think about: What should it do better after growing a brain?

Nakbi was deep in thought with a serious look on his face.

It is no longer the ignorant mouse it used to play. Now it still needs to think about the order. Should it play the music roller first or go to the colorful ball pool?

Nakbi's thinking may be too avant-garde, and he couldn't get the answer for a while.

As for the outside world, Laplace looked at the pensive Nakbi: "It seems to have really changed. Does that dress really only relieve emotions?"

Angel, who had sensed Nakbi's emotions, said silently: "I guess it is just struggling with how to play with more heart."

Laplace: "..."

After a pause, Laplace changed the subject: "Have you ever thought about naming its clothes? After all, this is also your work."

Angel shook his head without hesitation. It was just a random work and there was no need to name it.

Moreover, even if he gave it a name, it would have no meaning to Nakbi.

"If you really want to name it, let's wait for Beamon to come back and let him pick it up." Angel: "Compared to the dress I made, I actually think this wig deserves a name."

Angel looked at Edward.

Edward smiled coquettishly: "I rarely name my wig. Even if I do, it's always named after the hairstyle. So forget it and let Nakbi pick it up himself."

"I guess Nakbi didn't even notice that he was wearing a wig." Angel shook his head and complained: "Then it's up to you."

When everything happened, Angel took Nakbi back to the bracelet.

Along the way, he took out the "Book of Starry Sky" and gave it to Gleipnir.

Although Graipnir had known about the "Book of the Starry Sky" for a long time, when she saw the original copy of the "Book of the Starry Sky", her eyes still twinkled obviously.

"Thank you." Gleipnir took a deep breath and thanked Angel.

Angel waved his hand: "This should have been yours."

Graipnir stood up and solemnly put away the "Book of Starry Sky". After putting it away, she looked at Edward opposite: "The matter here is over, you come with me first. Go dye your teeth.

Store, pack your things."

Edward nodded and followed Gleipnir and Butler Fan to leave the Yinsen space.

Before leaving, Edward glanced at Angel from afar with regret: He finally met a master alchemist, and he didn’t know if there would be a chance to meet him again...

Angel also noticed Edward's eyes, but Angel was not a canine butler, so he couldn't decipher Edward's thoughts just by looking at him.

However, what if Edward asked Angel directly instead of using his eyes.

Angel will probably give the answer: we will meet, and it won't take long.
Chapter completed!