"I've noticed that ever since you arrived at the City of Hot Gold, you've started to act mysteriously." Laplace looked Angel up and down: "Are you trying to compete with Glaipnir over whose words are more like hidden puzzles?"
Glaipnir pulled at his wrinkled, sagging skin with a slight smile but said nothing.
Angel, on the other hand, replied indifferently, "I don't think I have the potential of a riddler. When I said 'later,' I meant it literally. Once we leave the City of Hot Gold, then you'll see."
Laplace gave Angel a deep look and nodded slightly: "So... should I be a little expectant?"
Angel looked at Laplace with some surprise: "Is that a joke? Or are you trying to show... humor?"
Laplace remained silent, her gaze lightly sweeping over Angel.
