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A carriage approached the foothills of the Mount Church. A girl dressed as a servant was driving the carriage. There was a scar on her neck.

The girl lined the horse ropes and jumped from her seat. She turned over and opened the door: "We are here."

The cold mountain breeze hit him when Dudian got off the carriage. He tightened his specially built warm master's gown: "You come over with me. Leave the carriage in here."

Gwyneth nodded. She inserted a stick to the ground and tied the horse rope so that the horse couldn't move. She followed behind Dudian.

"Today will be a lively day ... " Dudian whispered after taking a few steps. He couldn't see over the hill but he could sense the sound of smell coming from the Mount Church.

Most of the castles that they passed by were empty.

Dudian came to the square outside the St Peter's cathedral. The vast square was filled with architects. He looked at the stone corrider on the side.