Farlan Maine-et-Loire Department.
Angers region.
Parc Saint-Nicolas stood along the southern bank of the Brionne River. Two days earlier, it had suddenly received government orders for repairs and renovations. To the public's surprise, the usually sluggish municipal government had quickly cordoned off the entire park.
The municipal government had given no clear timetable for how long the renovations would last, leaving its complaints hotline overwhelmed with calls.
At that moment, a sightseeing yacht floated in the water park inside the closed Parc Saint-Nicolas.
On the yacht's open upper observation deck, a young man with blond hair and golden eyes lay leisurely in a deck chair, reading a book. A pair of black sunglasses rested on his head, and a large white dog with red eyes lay beside him.
The dog was lazing in the sun outside the canopy.
"Abraham, this is the battlefield you said could counter Night?"
Valente Bernard came out of the kitchen below and addressed the leisurely man and dog, at a loss for words.
The entire Parc Saint-Nicolas had now been reserved for the two men and their dog. It had all begun yesterday, and the events of that day had left quite an impression on Valente.
Yesterday, Xia Xiu had taken Valente to Farlan International Bank to withdraw a full 100,000 in Youyang banknotes. Then they had carried the money-filled briefcase to city hall, where Valente had watched the blond young man press an azure pistol against a receptionist and demand to be taken to the [Cavalry Guard Governor's Residence].
Valente had been dumbfounded on the spot, stunned by Xia Xiu's extraordinary approach.
Afterward, they had actually gone to Farlan's [Cavalry Guard Governor's Residence] and met the [Knight Guard]'s diplomatic officer, Ross King Lowry.
Valente had later asked why he had not followed the