'It does sound like I got taught by quite an amazing person.'
Fang Raon thought to himself.
'He is still a massive dick!'
He scoffed to himself.
In that moment, the sleigh left the forest-surrounding path and descended into the open valley below.
At that moment, in the distance, the walls of a cozy-looking village appeared, and Christmas-like buildings dotted the landscape.
The buildings were painted red. They had chimneys, pointy brick roofs, and festive wreaths hanging on the doors.
And alongside all that, there was stomped-down white snow covering the ground. It was everywhere, and the air was filled with the sweet scent of pine.
"Welcome to the Snowberry Village!"
The old man said with a smile.
"Take us to the Rose Records."
Waylen said.
With a nod, the old man steered the sleigh, led by the reindeer, through the village gates and down the street.
The village people greeted them with heartfelt warm welcomes.
