The group entered the castle gates, walking through the Weng City on the first floor of the castle.
Perhaps it was because the ground floor of Weng City was too dark.
Only the edge corridor brazier emitted an orange-yellow flame with crackling sounds.
The children, who were whispering earlier, suddenly fell silent.
Passing through the Weng City, climbing the stairs in front.
Nancy and the group of children suddenly felt a brightness before them.
They arrived at the reception hall on the second floor.
Nancy's gaze turned, scanning everything in the reception hall with the light emitted from several oil lamps.
The floor was spotlessly clean, with a heavy long table for candles, and on various high display stands were exquisite glazed glass products.
Nearly three or four meters high, the enormous floor-to-ceiling glazed window.
In the depths of the reception hall, facing directly, stood the giant lord's throne carved with various patterns.
