When Marvin and Archbishop Brandon arrived at Beckensfield Town, there were already quite a few people gathered outside the town.
Most of them were businessmen, and there were even a few familiar-looking nobles. It had been a long time since the town on the outskirts of London had been this lively. The Mayor had put on his most expensive clothes early in the morning, standing proudly at the entrance to the town, awaiting the arrival of Marvin and the others.
"Lord! Lord!"
Seeing Marvin and his group get off the train, the Mayor immediately came forward with Father Fran and other residents of the town, eagerly asking, "Lord, the Bogge Grass has matured; when do we start harvesting?"
