"I have repaired it to give to Master Aubree Groove."
Aubree Groove walked out of the silver shop. Anton Cook, who was waiting at the door, approached and said, "Dr. Aria was called away by a phone call. He asked me to tell you that he went to see Sergeant Linggo. If you need anything, give him a call."
Lidya Linggo went with him.
Aubree Groove slowly walked forward. Today wasn't a temple fair, but there were still quite a few pedlars selling goods. Especially with the New Year approaching, the number of people buying New Year goods was plentiful.
Anton Cook followed her quietly.
Aubree Groove suddenly stopped, gazing into the distance in contemplation.
Anton Cook followed her gaze. Foggy, solitary and magnificent, there stood Whitehead Mountain, like a faithful soldier, persistently guarding the land beneath it.
Anton Cook suddenly suggested, "Why don't we go up the mountain and take a look? That's where you grew up, you must miss it, right?"
