The mountain located in Stronghold 111 was known as Mt. Ginkgo. In autumn, the mountain would shimmer golden. But in winter, the ginkgo leaves would fall and litter the valley, leaving behind only naked tree branches.
The prosperity was coming to an end and would be buried in mud.
Julius stood in his spot and looked at the withered scenery in the valley. He suddenly laughed and said, “Ha! What a pity...”
These were probably the three words that Julius liked to utter the most.
Next to him, Secretary Rourkey frowned and said, “Men, remove Julius’ shoes and escort him up Mt. Gingko!”
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