The mansion's elevator was luxuriously designed, had a nice air freshener and didn't move too fast.
Amanda looked at the agarwood branch in her hand again, sometimes she touched it directly.
"Is this still in progress?" She asked.
Arthur nodded. "Wait about 40 minutes, only then will it become a finished product."
"I see!" Amanda finally stopped touching it for fear of damage.
When the elevator door opened, Arthur was immediately greeted by the view of the distant city and the streets of the mountains.
The race had started, several sports cars speeding, circling the streets.
Actually, it looks quite dangerous because if you go off track even a little bit, you might fall right into the abyss. Colliding is better.
There may be frequent accidents, but that's not a bad thing either, it can reduce some rich bastards.
Arthur watched the race for a bit before looking up at the dining table with three candles on it.
