The Emperor quickly expressed his gratitude and walked over.

At the entrance, he gently knocked on the door and humbly called out, "Mr. Gabriel."

"Mmh." From inside the house, a soft response could be heard. "Come in."

The Emperor pushed open the door and walked in.

In the house, there was a fireplace with burning firewood. On the side, sweet potatoes were being baked.

In front of the fireplace sat a man who appeared to be in his fifties. He was wearing a black jacket and toasting his hands by the fire.

The Emperor walked over and stood by his side. "Mr. Gabriel," he said, his face solemn.

Mr. Gabriel did not look at the Emperor. “You were far too careless. You should be punished for your mistakes,” he said in a soft voice.

"All of this was James’ fault, Mr. Gabriel. There wouldn't be so much trouble if it weren’t for him..."

Mr. Gabriel gently waved him away and said, “Someone else will take over your work. You may leave for now.”

“Mr. Gabriel, James has reclaimed his form