The fiery clouds spread across the sky, burning with the sunset, the melted sun streaked across the rooftop of the tower buildings like a layer of orange-red gauze.
The distant bell tolls, hammering the red-hot twilight like a blacksmith.
Li Changzhou locked eyes with a pigeon.
The pigeon stood on the cobblestone road, its wings tucked as if they were hands in pockets, like a gentleman in a suit looking back, as if to say, "Buddy, what's the deal, you startled me."
"Peace?" he asked.
The pigeon cocked its head a bit deeper, a bit more puzzled.
"Nuclear peace?" he asked again.
"Coo!"
"Thank you." Li Changzhou clasped his hand over his heart and bowed, performing a salute from who knows where.
Europe, Czech, Prague, local time 19:00, temperature 10°C.
Body condition, Strength 2 points, Constitution 7 points, Agility 7 points, Intelligence 7 points, Charm 9 points—no need for brute force, recommended to win with looks.
