Alfalfa City.
In the garden behind the Holy Light Cathedral, there was a faint scent of black tea drifting in the air.
Count Evan sipped his tea lightly and asked Orlando who was sitting next to him:
"Mr. Orlando, how long have you been in Alfalfa City?"
Orlando, who has just taken over as the chairman of the Alfalfa Brotherly Society, sat respectfully at the side. Upon hearing this, he quickly replied:
"Count, I have been in Alfalfa for fifteen years."
"Where are you originally from?"
"My hometown is in Silver Moon City, my lord."
"Is that so? That's a good place. How could you bear to leave a garden city and come to this hellhole of Alfalfa City?"
Orlando somewhat awkwardly replied, "Count, when I was young and ignorant, I stole something that shouldn't have been stolen from a significant figure. That's why I had to flee to Alfalfa City..."
