Pulmoath.
The streets were full of patrolling police officers, with traffic arteries and intersections set up with checkpoints by the guard army, vigilantly scrutinizing every passerby.
The sky was filled with thick clouds, the atmosphere had frozen to a chilling point.
All of this was said to be related to the gruesome attack that occurred during the pope's speech.
The daughter of Baron Yak, Metana Yak and her mother, returned to their home in the Queen's District.
Her mother kept wiping her tears with a handkerchief, sobbing softly when she saw the familiar house, "I'm sorry, Metana, I'm sorry..."
"It's okay, mom, you were just controlled by an evil spell!"
Metana comforted her mother, and rang the doorbell.
After the shriek of surprised maid, a disheveled middle-aged man immediately rushed out.
He looked haggard, it was 'Baron Yak', seeing Metana and her mother, he couldn't help but making gestures: "Thank God, it's so good that you're safe. I... I regret it so much!"
