Duan Mingyuan was a guest who had traveled from afar, and Baptism naturally hoped that he would leave some wonderful memories in Holy City. However, things did not go as hoped; on the first day, he had visited two of the most boring places.
If Baptism were to write a guidebook for Holy City tourism, the Holy City Library and the Choir's performance would be listed as the least popular attractions.
When the group returned to Baptism's mansion, it was surrounded by people.
The butler stood solemnly at the doorway, blocking the visitors' path with tape.
The visitors were not from Holy City; the man leading them was wearing the signature uniform of a company, with the crest of the Iron Guard Consortium on his chest, followed by two armored guards, who stood like guardian deities behind him.
"What has happened again?"
Jiuyue looked at Baptism with confusion. "Has your house been cursed recently?"
