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The yellow lamp above continued to rotate in the wind, rotating… rotating… rotating…

Suddenly, the lamp tilted and fell onto the ground before the building, silently catching fire and burning up.

Epsilon opened his eyes. There was no movement. A little servant brushed past him, his body filled with the scent of sandalwood as he launched himself at the burning lamp, patting and stamping at the fire until ashes rose in clouds around him. His body was covered in ash as well as he patted himself and smiled at a young lady who had rushed over. "Elder sisters, please tend to these, I'll go change a new lamp."

As he walked past Epsilon, the latter suddenly reached out and grabbed him.

His grip was powerful and fearsome, and with a whelp, the little servant's face was instantly contorted in pain as tears and snot flowed. Shrinking back, the little servant raised his head and stuttered, "H-h-honored guest… w-w-w-what…"