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Northwest Road.
Seventy-three kilometers along the Kyoto to Thaddeus line.
There is a fork in the road.
Heading north leads to the grasslands.
Entering the fork, there is a cluster of villas.
And the developer of these villas is none other than the Leocadia family from the capital.
At this moment.
Inside the largest villa at the top of the mountain.
Delilah Leocadia sat in the spacious living room, a smile on his face.
Opposite him sat Horton Moore.
The son-in-law of the Leocadia family.
Behind Horton Moore stood three elderly men.
The trio looked bizarre, dressed in a very unconventional manner.
One of them wore tattered clothes and had a flask hanging at their waist, holding a chicken leg in their hand.
Their hair was messy, and their face was filthy.
To those unaware, they might be mistaken for beggars.
But such beggars are no longer a common sight nowadays.
The other two wore similar rags, but each clenched a snake in their hands.