Lumian slowly closed the door, pulled a chair and sat down, looked down at Aosta who was lying on the ground and pretended to be dead, and said, "You don't want to tell me that you are very inspired. You just saw some kind of weird creature behind me. You rushed to the door to help me deal with it?"

Aosta froze for a moment, turned over and stood up, nodding again and again: "Yes, yes, that's it!"

Lumian smiled, and turned his gaze to the rectangular wooden table against the wall.