Yet another beautiful morning.
Zhong Shenxiu, dressed in his pajamas, sat leisurely in an armchair, leisurely reading the newspaper by the winter sunlight.
From some hidden corners, he saw the news that the Count had announced the suspension of gatherings.
That was normal!
After all, just by looking at the headlines in the newspaper about the assassination of a politician, it was clear that the kingdom was indeed very angry this time.
It was said that even the flea dens were permanently stationed with many law enforcement officers, conducting raid after raid, and many unfortunate extraordinaries were caught and interrogated for some minor crimes.
Even several secret society meetings had been destroyed in a row!
This had sent the rats in the gutters into a panic.
So, it was understandable that the Count chose to halt gatherings.
"Master, there is a letter from Miss Anna."
At that moment, Johan, with humble obeisance, handed a pink letter to Zhong Shenxiu.
