Listening to Auguste's words and looking at the lifelike clay head in front of him, He-Gu suddenly felt a chill down his neck, as if the head in front of him was his own.

Faced with Auguste's question, He-Gu momentarily found himself at a loss for words.

Auguste was eccentric from head to toe, yet his intelligence was frighteningly high, making interactions with him always feel disorienting.

Seeing He-Gu remain silent, Auguste sincerely looked into his eyes and asked again, "Sir, where do you think it should be placed?"