"The world is so peaceful." Pannis laid on the tallest of the several oak trees in the garden of the mansion, legs curled up, head resting on his arms, a straw stick in his mouth, humming contentedly, "On such a hot summer afternoon, lying in the shade of a tree with a cool breeze is so comfortable - if you add a chilled mug of beer, it would be the perfect day."
"Hahaha." A string of tender laughter erupted from the grassy ground beneath the tree.
July on the Continental Calendar in the year 3692 was as hot as ever, but since a few months ago, some significant changes were made to the mansion at No. 6 Fox Street.
