Paris, Gringotts World Bank headquarters.
Shadows and light overlapped in the sky, and a hazy half-moon shone upon the lush green valley.
A clear stream flowed along its winding course into the town nestled within the valley, passing through canals lining both sides of the ancient stone-paved roads and reaching every household.
The town was built entirely in the architectural style of ancient times. Every home by the roadside had an iron furnace, with several gleaming suits of silver armor hanging outside the door.
Stopping before the fountain at the crossroads, Amosta surveyed the ancient town. His nostrils twitched slightly; even from the breeze drifting through the empty streets, he could smell the weight of ancient years.
"Remarkable—"
Amosta applauded in admiration.
"This was where your ancestors once lived?"
"You are correct, Mr. Breen.
By human reckoning, Goblin ancestors built this town around the third century AD. According to historical records, this town was called Twin Moon Town."
Bana nodded slowly. It introduced the place to Amosta calmly, but there was a trace of sorrow in its eyes.
Amosta pointed toward the mountains on either side of the town. They were not particularly tall, yet they still exuded an imposing grandeur. With his eyesight, he could naturally tell that this was not a magically constructed illusion, but a real mountain range.
Amosta slowly shook his head, stunned by the Goblins' madness.
"You actually recreated an entire town like this inside this building. Is it meant to be your final refuge?"
"Unlike humans, we Goblins hold our history in greater respect."
Bana said in an unhurried tone.
"We recreated it more to commemorate the hardships our ancestors endured. Of course, your guess is not entirely wrong. This is indeed a strong fortress as well."
Amosta fell silent. His hands, clasped behind