While the Observer and Camilleon were discussing the "Wilderness Traveler News," the newspaper's founder, Angel, was sitting face to face with Laplace on a fishing boat.
"You..." Laplace looked at Angel, who suddenly appeared before him, and after a long silence, he said, "Are you here to see me make a fool of myself?"
"Ah?" Angel was taken aback, not immediately grasping the meaning behind Laplace's words.
It wasn't until he glanced at the thick stack of the Book of Fishing next to him and the empty fish basket that he seemed to understand a bit.
"Is this book useless?"
"Not that it's useless; it's just strange. No matter how I try, I can't catch anything." Laplace frowned, "Could it be that my luck is just that bad?"
"Maybe?" Angel wasn't very knowledgeable about fishing, so he just chimed in casually.
Laplace calmed himself, set the fishing rod aside, and silently looked at Angel.
Angel: "You're not fishing anymore?"
