Murderous intent surged, brutal as a tide.
Even though the Marquess of West Berlin had already gotten control, the people of Xilongde still felt their hearts palpitate.
Many with keen senses even looked up.
But...
There was nothing there!
Only dark clouds!
Looking at the heavy clouds and feeling the oppressive burden of the impending storm, those with keen senses wiped off the fine beads of sweat that had appeared on their foreheads without their knowledge.
"Such terrifying clouds!"
"There's bound to be heavy rain soon!"
Many people said this.
More sped up their return home.
Passengers who had just boarded the 'Oriental' at Xilongde's port had no choice but to return disappointed.
One couldn't roam about leisurely in a downpour.
And Old Barry, who was dragging Albert to go to the club, was also helplessly resigned.
"Perhaps this is destiny!
Your god of love wants you to wait for your true love!"
Old Barry sighed.
