"Kangna, look, it's snowing. Isn't it pretty?"
Dali Wenluo took the initiative to lift the carriage curtain. The streets outside were already covered in snow.
Little Kangna raised her head and happened to see several government sanitation workers casually tossing the corpses of homeless people who had frozen to death in an alley onto a garbage truck.
She silently lowered her head and continued her homework, offering a brief reply out of politeness:
"Oh."
They had only just returned from the Garden of Life, where who knew how many people had died in that great battle, with severed limbs and wreckage everywhere she looked, yet Little Kangna had found it perfectly normal. Not only had she eaten and drunk as usual, she had watched Dali Wenluo's family reunion while munching on an apple, even regretting that she had missed the battlefield and the chance to roll around a few times and make blood mist to play with.
But after returning to Vien, seeing people dead like this made her uncomfortable. It was not that she felt all that much sympathy, but at least she had lost the mood to admire the snow.
This was a double standard, the very double standard the Order God Church had always pursued and maintained.
Seeing this, Dali Wenluo said nothing more and simply held the urn in his arms securely. His father was inside.
As for his other relatives, they were coming by freight teleportation. Someone would deliver them to the Discipline Department later for him to sign for.
He was moving his entire family into the Barrier Flower Bed, truly making the department his home.
Alfred asked, "Young Master, are you returning to the Discipline Department, or going straight back to Allen Manor?"
"Let's go back to the department first."
"Yes, Young Master."