On a Tuesday morning, the moon had just completely vanished at the horizon, and the sun wouldn't rise for another hour. It was the darkest time.
However, under the illumination of thousands of whale oil street lamps, the entire Redwood Avenue glowed as bright as day. The usually quiet Redwood Avenue came alive early in the extravagant lights.
Coal, flour, spices, lamps... crates of all sizes and baskets, piles of expensive utensils, mountains of silken ribbons...
Carriages carrying various supplies and gifts nearly filled the wide transport road entirely. These carriages, linked one after another, were like intertwined dragons winding their way toward the Ryan Manor at the end of Redwood Avenue...
*Wow, the Duke of Lionheart's inheritance ceremony is sure spending a lot of money!*
