The Outer God Needs Warmth

Chapter 142

The next day.

I woke Victoria up when it was time to get up, helped her wash up, changed her clothes, and then stood her by the entrance.

And when Morris left for work, he took her with him.

It was still early dawn, the sky blue. There was a truck parked next to the mansion. I knew it was a truck, but they all looked the same to me.

It had wheels, a large space to load things, and just enough space to sit and drive.

Of course, the workers were in the alleyways, not the main roads. It seemed like they were separated, like they couldn't come out into the open.

In other words, there was discrimination.

I liked the story.

It means just creating a harvest season automatically kills people.

Hehe.

As I watched the city’s light and shadows, the car arrived at its destination.

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