At night, the Red Moon Hung High.
The night wind blew through the deserted alley, stirring up a cloud of dust.
Saint Servant was brightly lit.
The whole town was filled with a thriving atmosphere.
It was a stark contrast to the gloomy Preston.
Saint Servant, in Monn's small villa.
In the bedroom, Monn held the Angel's Horn and looked at it carefully for a while.
He could not put down the artifact that looked like a work of art.
[Ding! You have yet to activate a lottery draw. Do you wish to activate it?]
The system's mechanical voice that went deep into his mind interrupted Monn.
Only then did he realize that there was still one lottery draw that had yet to be used.
Although he did not have much hope for this lottery draw,
There could still be some good things.
He gently placed the Angel's Horn on the side of his pillow, in preparation to bring it to the battlefield tomorrow to test its power.
