章節 1733: The Great Betting War

It was a white season. 

Snow was everywhere, turning the entire forest zones within Baymard into a white Winterland. 

It was a miracle!

Many tourists and first-time visitors stop dumbstruck on the streets, not feeling the snow's impact at all.

It was amazing that snow was never left to pill up on the streets 

Now and then, massive sweeper vehicles would pass by, clearing the sidewalks and the roads from any build-up, especially after a storm. 

Had it not been for the many Baymardian homes that had still on their roofs and surroundings, one would think it was still Fall when passing the commercial districts. 

Today, the weather was quiet, no longer snowing heavily just as the weather forecast predicted. 

Now it has become a habit for many to sit by their radios waiting for the weather before heading out.