Twilight City.
Richard fell into a deep sleep after he made the arrangements.
The next day, August 27th.
He only got out of bed comfortably when the sun was high in the sky.
The maidservant helped him wash up. He enjoyed lunch the chef carefully prepared.
During this period, he had been tense in the instance dungeon. Now that he no longer had the pressure of life and death, he felt very comfortable. He felt so lazy that he didn't want to move.
It felt like he was finally on a break after a month of high-intensity overtime.
He suddenly thought of something after he ate and drank to his heart's content as he sipped his tea in the main hall. He then took out a very special treasure from the system space.
[Sandstorm]
Richard opened the black box. He looked at the miniature sandstorm that spun in the palm-sized space with great interest.
