Maybe this was a test from her master toward her.
After all, she had seen online posts from the Human Clan Network about a new type of play...
Idle play?
Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, it was December 25th.
Border City was blanketed in heavy snow, which fell upon the White Tower, draping it in a silvery sheen.
This day was not the same as in the previous life, when it marked the birth of Jesus. But many people, wanting to flatter Gary Smith, had chosen to call it "Christmas Day."
It symbolized the holy day of divine birth.
However, Gary had rejected the idea; he wasn't pretentious to this degree. More importantly, he found it far too adolescent.
The birthday banquet was held at the White Tower, drawing a large number of powerful Human Clan members and neutral races—famous figures within the Alliance. These were people rarely seen even once, yet now they gathered in droves, sparking envy among Border City residents.
