Parie North Shore District 4.
Baptiste's Mansion.
The warm winter morning sun spread across the stone slab streets, and even in the cold winter, Huadu wasn't too cold. Lanci, with the Little Black Cat on his head, walked to the far end outside the mansion.
This was the mansion passed down through the generations of the Baptist Family. It was once the most magnificent presence on this street, but time had painted the morning glory iron gate with a layer of rust. The tall poplar trees flanking like guards had also broken.
"Sigh, what a lovely mansion, just like the old residence of my Wilford family, also ruined."
Looking at the grand Baptiste's Mansion, now almost half-collapsed, Lanci couldn't help but sigh.
