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This is the second morning since arriving in Jinmao Town.

After the darkness before dawn, the light suddenly burst forth, cutting the suite's carpet into blocks of light through the stained glass.

Ivan's face was bathed in the emerald green light. He opened his eyes and stared at the antique patterns on the ceiling for a good ten seconds.

"call......"

handy!

He sprang out of bed with a thud, grabbed a piece of cotton fabric from the pillow (they didn't know what it was for), and roughly wiped his face—

Could it be a pillowcase?

nice one!

Ivan casually stuffed it into the backpack on the stool at the foot of the bed. The fabric was very comfortable, and after washing it, he could make two new bitter tea buds!

He turned off his computer for maintenance yesterday afternoon, starting the moment he entered the room and sat down on the downy bed.

A full sixteen hours of sleep made him feel like he could play another hundred games!

"Gurgle..."

I'm hungry.

Ivan patted his protesting belly, pushed open the bedroom door, and headed straight for the long dining table in the living room.

The living room was quiet.

The long dining table still held the leftovers from yesterday evening's feast.

It hadn't been touched much. On the three-tiered rack sat a browned tomahawk steak, in the middle a crispy roasted chicken, and at the bottom piled several roasted fish and golden potato wedges.

They were completely cooled, had little aroma, and had grease buildup on their surface.

If they were truly VIPs, they probably wouldn't even glance at it and would demand it be thrown away and replaced with something new. But in Ivan's eyes, it was no different from a state banquet.

There's no need for knives and forks.

He picked up the tomahawk steak, held the bone in one hand, and took a big bite.

The cooled beef was a bit too chewy, but in Ivan's mouth, whose bite force surpassed that of a hyena, it was no different from... beef.

This is a proper fragrance application, and it's been carefully massaged in!

Ivan munched on the potato, occasionally stuffing a handful of potato wedges into his mouth to cut through the richness (๑╯◡╰๑)!

He ate with his mouth full of oil, his cheeks bulging like a hamster's.

[Watching someone's mukbang this morning has made me hungry. Ivan's got a real appetite, eating a cold steak so early in the morning!]

Watching him eat like a starving ghost, I suddenly felt so happy...

[To be honest, 24-hour hot water, meals available anytime, and a big bed to sleep in... isn't this the life I'm living now?]

[But right now, only we can have a peaceful breakfast and watch live streams. The neighbors next door are so messy you can't even get a clean drink of water...]

[...That's right, I really need to live well. With such a low birth rate, if I'm reincarnated and end up in the neighbor's house, that would be terrible!]

[Hehe, I just want to know when he'll discover the big boss is on the sofa.]

Ivan's actions are becoming increasingly significant.

"Snap!"

I accidentally bit off a bone, and the sound of breaking bones was unusually loud in the quiet living room.

"Bang."

The large cabinet at the side and rear had its door slightly ajar.

Ivan paused in his chewing, and just as he turned around, with a "creak," the two cabinet doors opened, and a large, solid mass of white and green stuff landed on the carpet.

"Ouch..."

Startled, Ivan almost ate his tongue as a side dish.

He pounded his chest and smacked his lips, then helped the bewildered Sita to his feet.

"Who did this?!"

"Who put you in the closet? Tell us, we'll definitely not let them get away with this!"

"No, no, no!"

Sita quickly curled up her tail, "I crawled in there myself!"

Last night, she felt unsafe lying on her soft bed because of the drafts all around, and she couldn't fall asleep no matter how much she tossed and turned. So she went out for some fresh air and discovered this wonderful place.

Curled up in a ball, the feeling of being completely enveloped made her sleep soundly until dawn.

After listening to Sita's explanation, Ivan stroked his beard and commented:

"They're really forcing themselves to endure hardship..."

But then I thought about it again, isn't it the opposite of me to like sleeping naked?

Yes, I understand.

"Good morning, ladies and gentlemen..."

You can tell who it is just by listening to their heavy dubbing accent.

Nathan leaned lazily against the doorframe, yawning. "Can't you save your energy for Mayor Willie?"

He raised his hand and pulled off the blindfold on his head, revealing his... eyes that were still closed.

He rubbed his fingers together a couple of times—

Velvet fabric, silk lining, hand-stitched edges.

Hmm, good stuff.

He casually shoved the blindfold into his clothes and said, "It's mine!"

"...Mayor Vili's assets are probably not enough for the six of us to share."

This unexpected joke immediately drew everyone's attention.

He simply crossed his legs and rested them on the sofa armrest.

Actually, he had been there the whole time, but he was lying on the sofa and was not noticeable because the high armrest blocked his view. In addition, the light was dim because the curtains were not drawn, so he was not discovered.

Nathan was wide awake this time.

"Boss, you weren't there all night, were you?"

Renyi didn't respond to this pointless question, but instead reached out and tapped the coffee table not far away—

There was an old-fashioned notebook on it.

It was the [Church Diary - Myriel] that he brought back when he went to check on Aurora and Xiao Jiu before dawn.

[Review: A diary filled with despair. PS: When the gods close the door to 'pain,' they often weld shut the window of 'hope' as well.]

Renyi originally wanted Aurora and Xiao Jiu to come back together.

But Aurora and the townspeople agreed that she would stay there to listen and respect her wishes.

"Are they all awake?"

Another door was kicked open, and Klaus, with his hair in a mess, carrying the "Newton" book on his back, and dark circles under his eyes, clearly hadn't slept enough. Who knows what inventions and creations he had up his sleeve last night.

Everyone's here.

He sat up casually and picked up the "Church Journal" on the table.

"Our priest's name was Myriel. This priest... recorded a different story of Golden Anchor Town."

Sita glided past, its tail coiled beside the sofa.

"What's written in the log?"

The pages of the diary have yellowed and curled. Such changes in this small town where time seems to stand still can only mean that it existed long before the turning point.

"September 3rd, sunny. The blacksmith's apprentice accidentally cut off his arm and became despondent. His mother came to church to confess. I told him that this was a test from the Lord to temper his will."

Klaus frowned.

He recalled the apprentices who had accompanied Old John, but they all seemed cheerful and physically healthy.

"September 20th, rain. Lady Mary's leg was broken by a horse, and the children surrounded her, laughing. She cried as she told them how much she loved the children. I prayed for her...may the Lord help her to stand up again."

Swipe your fingertip across the next page.

"October 11th, overcast. Anna, the tailor's daughter, could no longer eat. To avoid getting lice, she shaved her head short. The poor child, skin and bones, kept smiling when she saw me. I blessed her, but I knew... it was no use."

"Anna..." Siddhartha murmured.

Nathan put away his laziness and lowered his gaze to the journal, lost in thought.

"November......"

He paused briefly.

Because the date above is not visible:

"The dockworker lost all his money again today. I told him that the temptation there is a false hope, and that believing in something for nothing will only drag you into slavery and suffering. But he questioned me about why Willie kept winning, even though he was clearly more devout than Willie..."