"Of course, the training happens every year. If this place is destroyed, it will be gone."

The next moment, Louis was pulled into the eternal training dream.

A few seconds later, he opened his eyes, his gaze as calm as an ancient well.

The Blade of Passage was drawn out, a special weapon against the Undead Race, capable of maximizing his damage.

In the next moment, a bolt of lightning shot back and forth inside the fairly spacious room.

Louis moved like a cat darting around the room, leaving no trace. Though the flash and thunder were explosive, it was silent.

Under this eerie force, his figure appeared next to several wandering undead.

Slash, slash, slash!

When the blade was sheathed, those undead had vanished into thin air.

"Done and dusted."

Louis cheerfully left the room, opening the door to greet Viscount Anzi:

"All done. Also, Viscount Anzi, you were right; Lady Xilin's treasure is worth protecting."

Viscount Anzi, who was nervously pacing outside, revealed a relieved smile:

"Even with the presence of exemplary undead, you managed to clean up so easily. I truly believe in you."

Louis, smiling, made a gesture of "please enter," prompting Viscount Anzi to eagerly enter the room with him.

As they entered the living room, Louis curiously asked:

"Viscount Anzi, why don't you put away 'The Door in the Painting'? Is it appropriate to leave such a precious painting here in the house?"

"What 'The Door in the Painting'?"

Viscount Anzi looked at Louis suspiciously, and the next moment, his expression changed slightly:

"Lady Xilin's long-lost 'The Door in the Painting'? Where? Did you see it?"

A trace of confusion flashed in Louis's eyes.

He glanced at the massive 'The Door in the Painting' placed right in front of him, then looked at Viscount Anzi, whose eyes were filled with frenzy:

"You can't see it?"

He pointed in the direction where 'The Door in the Painting' was located.

Viscount Anzi was about to pull out the little remaining hair he had in his frustration:

"Are you teasing me? There's nothing here."

He reached out his hand towards the direction Louis was pointing, and in Louis's shocked expression, Viscount Anzi's hand passed through where 'The Door in the Painting' was placed.

Louis stepped forward to pull Viscount Anzi away, then reached out to push open that door.

In Viscount Anzi's stunned gaze, a scene behind another door emerged in the void.

He collapsed to his knees, wailing painfully:

"It's not fair, why won't it even let me see it."

He had begun to believe what Louis said.

'The Door in the Painting' truly existed.

He just couldn't see it.

Watching Viscount Anzi roll on the ground like a child, filled with grievances, Louis couldn't help but find it both amusing and exasperating.

This Viscount Anzi, when it comes to art, really loses all sense of discipline.

"Mr. Julius, please be sure to protect this painting. It didn't choose me, it must be because I am not worthy yet."

"But if you are the chosen one, you will certainly be able to protect it!"

After pondering for a moment, Louis could not resist the temptation and reached out to take 'The Door in the Painting', placing it into a dimensional bag.

"I will definitely protect this painting."

Master Merlin's vision came from Louis's perspective, perhaps because of this, even Master Merlin had not noticed the anomaly of 'The Door in the Painting'.

Only after 'The Door in the Painting' was taken away did Louis's expression suddenly change.

"Viscount Anzi, I'm afraid we cannot hand this building over to you yet."

Louis looked at the patterns left on the wall, his expression extremely solemn.

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