"Hey, Qiosen, long time no see, I thought you were dead."
"Oh, damn Adonis, you're still alive? I thought you'd gone down to meet your former captain."
Outside the temporary camp at the Lost Lighthouse, two acquainted mercenaries meet and give each other sincere blessings.
Adonis, the mercenary, shook hands with Qiosen and burst into laughter: "Hahaha, not yet. How's it going this time? Any big gains?"
"Don't mention it, encountered a rare demon but let it escape, chased it all the way and still didn't catch it. Even while I was eating, I was thinking about what went wrong."
"Did you figure it out?"
Qiosen clapped his hands, "At that moment, I had a flash of inspiration, realized it must be my Heart of the Magic Puppet being inefficient!"
"A flash of inspiration?"
"It's a very peculiar feeling, you know, like a minstrel suddenly composing beautiful music, that kind of spark that lets me know how I should improve my power."
