Crimson Palm Sangha

Seeing Hesta's expression appear somewhat confused, several of them smiled.

"Isn't it special?" that person said. "Such customs are rare throughout the entire world—"

The waiting crowd suddenly began to move rapidly. Hesta looked forward; the doors of City Hall had already swung open, and the crowd poured in like a tidal wave.

"See you later," Hesta said.

Valeria and her female companion nodded in farewell to Hesta, and each walked toward different information desks.

A quarter of an hour later, Hesta emerged from the side door.

Everything was indeed as Ligo had predicted; she was still not permitted to continue her journey toward Emangria, only this time the excuse had changed.

The clerk at the information desk never once mentioned "identity verification," instead saying that the road from here to Emangria was too dangerous. Hesta's status was special, and if she wanted to cross, she had to be equipped with a security squad—and unluckily, that troop which should have appeared on the day of Hesta's arrival in District 12 had been temporarily requisitioned for other purposes due to temporarily unspoken reasons.

Hesta sat quietly alone in the plaza outside City Hall. Eucali sent a message at this moment, asking how Hesta's consultation went today.

"Pack your things," Hesta replied. "We leave in the afternoon."

Once she realized that she would be stuck here by procedures no matter what, matters actually became easier.

In the distance, Valeria and the others also emerged from the side door. They waved at Hesta from afar, and Hesta put away her phone and stood up.

"Are you coming with us to take a look?" Valeria said. "After it's sent to District 3, it won't enter the museum immediately—seriously, this might be its only public appearance in recent years."

"Where will it pass by?"

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