Inside the City Hall of Joan of Arc Castle.
On the ancient stone-brick walls hung Western-style royal tapestries, depicting the heroic deeds of the Leia Royal Family.
The accompanying priest, Rohak, stood expressionlessly behind Algang, this drowsy old Archbishop, whose beard bobbed up and down in the glass of water.
Visible to the naked eye, colorful oil slicks and skin residues floated in that glass of water.
To the left of the old Archbishop, Monte Yac crossed his legs, a faint smile on his lips, while Bo Ao Lie, being a Northerner, sat upright and solemnly.
"Hmph!"
Occasionally, when their eyes met, Monte Yac would snort coldly, while Bo Ao Lie would quickly turn his head as if he had seen something dirty.
This snort awakened Algang, who forcefully closed his eyes and confusedly drank the greasy water in one gulp.
Looking at the two men's confrontational stance in front of him, Algang frowned; this scene seemed familiar to him.
