The manor had an intriguing atmosphere.
Wooden fences featured European garden styles—vines enveloped the surroundings, and green leaves unfurled, giving the impression of stepping into a fairytale world.
Standing at the entrance, one could smell the intense fragrance of flowers.
Although the interior scenery was yet unseen, the initial impression was quite favorable.
Outside the manor, there was a small cabin.
At the cabin window, facing a small door, sat an elderly man, seemingly in his late fifties or sixties, with a face full of wrinkles and white hair on both sides of his ears, charging and stamping tickets for the new visitors.
It was the kind of stamp placed on one's hand.
The charge was twenty dollars per person, allowing unlimited playtime until the stamp naturally faded, not a one-time ticket, which was quite affordable.
Brian first sniffed at the entrance and didn't notice anything unusual.
It was just that the scent of flowers was overwhelming.
