The sun wheeled across the sky, bathing everything in light. The weather here was lovely. To Juelu, at least, this place was an absolute paradise for tourists.
On the internal website they had recently joined, Huang Zhuowang was still screaming and crying about having too much work, saying they were exploiting him. He kept egging them on to go to 455. His intentions were anything but good.
Was he kidding?
Going to 455 inevitably meant going through Mr. Xie De, and that put people under enormous pressure, especially when the task looked so simple.
Of course they would avoid asking if they could.
In Juelu's eyes, Xie De, their dear Viscount, the great arbiter of instances, the head of all external forces, the big shot with a mysterious past, was a very busy man. Surely he ought to be handling major incidents arising from the Instance System itself.
She chuckled as the sea breeze brushed past her.
She was currently on an island somewhere in the Southern Hemisphere. It hardly counted as a holiday destination, but its peacefulness and beauty were pleasures enough.
There were a church, seagulls, and fjords.
Juelu guessed that the place had never become a world-famous holiday destination because it lacked publicity and was so far away.
The locals lived in wooden houses. They customarily placed their cemetery on a very steep stretch of land, and some of its graves had even been submerged by seawater, their crosses lying toppled at crooked angles.
Looking at the haphazardly scattered gravestones, Silas honestly could not see what made this place suitable for a holiday.
"As much as I want to say this place really isn't that great, you are a Witch, so I suppose a strange taste in scenery is normal."
Juelu glanced at him. "Wow, listen to