Look at what? This confused everyone. They looked out of the window where the man pointed and witnessed a scene they would never forget. Outside the window, at the end of the street, two majestic demonic elephants had appeared. They stood side by side, pulling a massive carriage step by step towards them.

  Why were they called demonic elephants? They were called demonic elephants because they were about 9 meters tall. They had two curved, sharp fangs sticking out of their mouths. Their eyes were crimson. Besides, a strange, vertical pupil peeked out from the center of their foreheads. They looked nothing like normal beasts.

  Both elephants were tied with thick chains. Each chain was attached to a corner of a huge carriage at the back. This carriage was in fact built to resemble a castle, even more so. Above the carriage were three small towers. One was tall, and the other two were short. They stood together like a proud mountain peak. They sparkled in the sunlight, making people wonder if they were actual gold.

  The carriage was made of red-veined wood and had golden patterns. This showed the visitor's wealth extravagantly.

  The carriage rested on four massive double-decker iron wheels. As the chariot moved, it left two deep ruts behind. A hint indicating how heavy the carriage was.

  Behind the carriages followed a uniformly armored cavalry force, numbering approximately several dozen. Behind the cavalry was a convoy of horse-drawn carriages. The entire procession stretched to its limit, but of dubious origin.

  The two demonic elephants completely occupied the once-broad East Street. Pedestrians screamed and jumped aside, staring in awe as the two giants moved closer. "Holy crap, what a grand display!"

  Stirling saw this scene and forthwith felt so ironic. Rock Village looked poverty stricken next to the procession's grandeur. The difference was so stark that Stirling wondered if they were from the same world.

  Even the knowledgeable Sean beside him blurred, muttering: "Where did the lunatics come from?"

  "In the entire Kingdom of Monterey, how dare they act so cocky in a city? Who do you think they are?" Joe Mosley, yet, walked to the window and said with conviction, looking out at the convoy.

  "Yearning Palace?!" Everyone reacted immediately after hearing Joe Mosley's words.

  Stirling narrowed his eyes at the huge carriage in the distance, feeling uneasy.

  Yearning Palace already had Patrol Shamans as law enforcement in Farfield City. So, why were they sending a special envoy here again?

  After finding the letter in Romeo's room, Stirling felt the storm was approaching here.

  "Who's coming this time?" At this moment, someone nearby asked.

  "Come back, everyone! Don't stick your heads out! If someone from Yearning Palace sees us, none of us can escape!" Joe Mosley, seeing the man about to lean out to see, instantly reminded him.

  "Oh yes, I almost forgot!" The man hurried to retreat, hiding behind the window.

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  "Judging from the shape and decoration of this chariot, the visitor should come from the cathode faction. But I do not know who the envoy is exactly," Joe Mosley said once again.

  "Not bad, Joe; you're quite knowledgeable." Sean was a little surprised. As a second-generation member, his knowledge was far less extensive than Joe Mosley's.

  "Cathode factions? Are there factions within Yearning Palace?" Stirling then inquired.

  "Of course, Yearning Palace comprises the cathode and the anode. The cathode is always women, and the anode is naturally always men." Joe Mosley glanced at Stirling and answered.

  "What? There are men in Yearning Palace?" Stirling marveled at it in private. Was it not only witches who gathered human desires and refined malice? How could there be men there? So, there are male wizards in this world?

  "Hehe, the people in the anode faction don't discriminate by gender. Stirling, you have got granite muscles and a pretty face, so be careful." The fellow next to him chuckled.

  "Shit!" Stirling felt a chill in his groin. He thought these cults, each one weirder than the other, could not be considered normal people.

  Meanwhile, inside the enormous chariot,

  A graceful figure lay sideways on a lotus bed. She rested her chin on one hand; her face draped with a thin veil, and seemed to rest with her eyes closed. Another woman in a light green long skirt sat sideways on the bed. Her hands rested softly on the figure's thighs.

  She asked, "Your Highness, Farfield City is a small and remote town. Why did you come here in person?"

  The woman sat up in bed, yawned and asked, "Lilith, how long have you been with me?"

  Lilith said, "A full ten years, Your Highness!" Then, she kneeled behind the woman and patted her shoulders.

  "Ten years! Do you know how many rivals have been eyeing our Yearning Palace territory in those ten years?" the woman asked.

  "Too many! There's Pathos Shrine, Vajra Temple, the Seven Extreme Pagoda; they are nasty guys hiding in their rat holes. Oh, Exorcism Sect and his bunch of stubborn idiots... Oh, they all should go to hell!" Lilith exclaimed, counting on her fingers.

  The woman lazily rested her bare feet on the edge of the bed, then shook her head at Lilith's words. "Don't forget the royal family. Although they have withdrawn into the central kingdom, they pose the greatest threat to us."

  "No way, Your Highness! With the world in such a kingdom, how could the Saxon royal family still pose a threat to us?" Lilith blinked, looking at the woman with intrigue.

  "Lilith, you haven't seen enough of the world. That's why I brought you with me this time out of the palace. It's a perfect opportunity for you to see the pitiful world and the vicissitudes of life." The woman turned and lifted Lilith's smooth chin, her eyes curving into crescents.

  In Sean's Lounge, everyone hid behind the windows, watching the large procession pass by and head to the inner city in order.

  "Look, people are coming out of the inner city." Stirling pouted toward the inner city.

  Everyone turned to look, and sure enough, a group of people hurried through the open gates. The leader, in a loose black tunic and of a fat build, was Hoffmann, the governor of Farfield City.

  After the Star of Calamity disaster, the ruling cult picked the city governor in each kingdom. Still, they submitted their appointments to the central kingdom for record.

  The reason was simple: as long as the royal family existed, the kingdoms would not openly clash with them.

  The royal family, though, seemed aware of the situation. They delegated power to the kingdoms and remained indifferent to the appointments. They even sent commissioners to congratulate each new official, seemed like they wanted to stay out of it thoroughly.

  Hoffmann had been the city governor here before the calamity. He held an eighth-class position. He was not removed after the disaster; he kept his position. In the eyes of others, he was a man with a great political strategy.

  "Your Highness, I, Hoffmann, on behalf of Faraway City, respectfully welcome the Supreme Palace's special envoy!" Hoffmann shouted, then bowed. The assistant magistrate, the chief clerk, and others followed suit.

  This envoy was a seventh-rank official, registered with the imperial authorities. She was one rank above a city magistrate in the imperial hierarchy. So Hoffmann had to follow strict etiquette protocols.

  As Hoffmann finished, the large carriage door opened. A mechanical staircase then extended and slowly descended to the ground. Next, a woman in a white frock and veiled face stepped out of the carriage. A maid in green helped her down the steps.