"I can let you wear it for a while."
This was the concession made by Angelis.
"How long can I borrow it for? Two thousand years?"
The Golden Dragon's eyes lit up. If his father was willing to extend the loan period, that would be fine.
"Noah, my collection was amassed with great effort, bit by bit."
Angelis's face stiffened, then he earnestly explained to his son the difficulty and effort involved in collecting each piece of precious armor, hoping his son would understand his hardship.
"Oh!"
Noah lay back listlessly. Old Deng—no, his old father was unwilling to open the treasure chest, so naturally, the Golden Dragon didn't want to wrong himself either; he did whatever made him comfortable.
Angelis was reluctant to give up, but each time he communicated with Noah, his son always brought up inheriting parts of his collection of armor, ending the discussion.
