What on earth is Roland up to?
Angelina sat in the office, her brows slightly furrowed, looking at the intelligence reports submitted by her subordinates. She remained silent for a long time, still unable to figure it out.
Her thoughts drifted far, carefully recalling the events of the past month or so.
The spring of 1792 arrived particularly early.
Aside from the peak of White Mountain, which was perpetually snow-capped, the snow in other places had almost completely melted.
Around Val City, there was already little snow during winter, and now everything was coming back to life, a scene of vibrant energy.
Angelina was appointed as the special representative stationed in Val City, fully responsible for the affairs around Val City and the oversight of the White Mountain Magic Crystal Ore Vein.
