The long line of carriages stopped in front of a majestic manor.
Richard got out of the car. He looked at the ten-meter-tall statues of angels on both sides of the gate. The manor walls were as high as the city walls, and his expression was sparingly strange.
He turned to look at Rebecca, whose expression had not changed much.
"This is the ordinary manor you mentioned?
"The manor was even bigger than Twilight City…"
Rich dog.
Common sense could not judge the heritage of the Grand Duke's family.
Rebecca was in a good mood as well.
She had finally returned after leaving for a month.
To travel in the extremely harsh desert environment was not something ordinary people could bear. It was too torturous.
Richard turned to look at the bold figure beside him with this mind, who wore a black and red crown. The corners of his mouth curled up.
They didn't waste the trip this time.
He gestured to the front.
