Under Vivian's painstaking filtering and Luo Yan's spot checks, a few nuggets of gold were indeed found among the pile of envelopes, which was like a mountain of excrement.
Three days later, in the afternoon, on the first floor of Colin Manor's side hall.
The afternoon sun streamed through the glass window, illuminating the eyelashes of a certain little ghost, making them appear snowy white.
Vivian was lying at a corner of the long table, swinging her feather pen lifelessly as she recorded in a thick notebook.
Piled beside her was a mountain of unread letters, her resentful gaze occasionally drifting towards her brother lounging in the main seat, leisurely flipping through a book.
These letters were impossible to finish reading because a deluge of letters arrived every day.
Is this the method of the Demon King?
It has some merit... indeed...
