A historical castle stood on the banks of the Senner River, surrounded by lush gardens. The castle had stood for over 400 years. It was said that the glorious revolution that took place in Bretania was inextricably connected to its owner. It was a grand, opulent castle, and rare flowers and shrubs dotted the land for miles around it. On summer evenings, strange and exotic scents would drift through the air to those in the castle. At that moment, Mordecai was in the castle's main hall. Dressed in a long, white robe, he sat beside the fireplace with his eyes closed.An old butler with greying sideburns rushed inside, panting heavily. He hurried up to Mordecai and reported in a low voice, "Bad news, Mr. Rosenberg Senior! Mr. Roscoe ran into Sebastian while smashing up a Dramonian restaurant!"Mordecai's brow furrowed, and he asked in confusion, "Wasn't he supposed to be in Dramon, dealing with the conflict with Malia? Why would he suddenly show up in Yarroland?""I don't know, si
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