That afternoon, Xia Yu and his group were accommodated in a European-style house by the river.
A clear river flowed through the city, flanked by classic and exquisite buildings. Unknowingly, it was already midsummer. Denmark, located in Northern Europe, is a high-latitude European country of ice and snow. As the afternoon sun gradually set, the temperature dropped from over 20 degrees at noon to just over a dozen degrees, offering a cool comfort that maintained a refreshing chill in the heart without the need for iced watermelon.
With a 'click,' the window opened.
A cool breeze blew in from the river, and Xia Yu's face, marked with melancholy, appeared at the window.
After the reception, he had a brief conversation with the three Sages of the IGO headquarters, but the progress was virtually non-existent. Even 'Scalpel' Karl, a notable figure he was familiar with, had an attitude completely different from his usual straightforward manner, filled with ambiguity on this matter.
