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"Everything makes perfect sense now." Zhang Heng nodded. "You still haven't answered my previous question. Why are you emphasizing this day to me?"

Fabericotte did not answer. Instead, he blinked a few times. "Someone wants to see you."

"Who?"

"Your most faithful servant and follower."

"I don't remember having servants and followers," Zhang Heng said.

"There are many things you don't remember, but it doesn't matter. Take your time, and one day, you will remember them all," Fabericotte said. "We can help you."

"What's the price?"

"What do you mean by that?"

"In the story, you told me that all those who dealt with you had to pay the price. This applied to the indigenous people on that small South Pacific island and this small town's inhabitants..."

"No, no, you are different from them..." Fabericotte shook his head, "We don't want anything from you. It's our duty to assist you."