“Was it because I’ve been sleeping for too long? I have to go out and find the truth.” “I’ve stayed here for so long. What if he’s just a stranger who looks like Master? I’ll have to pay rent, utility fees, and for the food…. Ah ah ah, no, no, don’t ask me for money. I won’t give you any. Put it on my credit first. I can pay you some interest. How about an interest rate of -3%? Aha, since you’re not saying anything, I’ll take that as a yes. Bye, I’m leaving.” “Sigh, why am I talking so much when I’m about to leave… I actually really want to stay, but the original entity seems to be getting stronger and stronger, constantly calling out to me… I can’t resist that kind of power. Forget it, I know that you, little rascal, must be able to discover these traces I left behind. I’d better leave you a farewell gift. I’ve put it in your cupboard…” That was where the handwriting stopped. Looking at these words, Sheyan felt like he could see the naggy old goblin in tattered clothes sighing and shaking his head as he threw everything inside the room into that seemingly bottomless linen sack of his. He must have swept the floor too — although the floor was still not that clean. Finally, the old goblin staggered into his room, placed something in it, and left here alone with his big, tattered sack, walking down the road slowly until he finally disappeared into the darkness… . Sheyan suddenly felt a lump in his throat. Tears finally dripped down his face, and an unprecedented feeling of weakness assaulted him from the depth of his bones. This man, who had always been as tough as steel, leaned against the wall for support and slowly sat down on the ground. He covered his face with his hands, and the tears flowed out of the gap between his fingers. He had been suppressing his emotions for too long, he needed a release… Mogensha’s gone…. And now, even his servant had left him! Heavy feelings intermingled within his heart, weighing him down.