Dad... Dad can no longer protect you as you grow up.
Regensburg, First Avenue Salon, 9:11 PM.
As the oldest salon in Regensburg, it gathered prominent figures from various churches, darlings of the political circle, nobles, and of course, the presence of socialites was indispensable.
Of course, what displeased Linz wasn't them, although they didn't have a penny and only relied on themselves to be active here, which seemed somewhat out of place. But as the Sage said, existence equates necessity. Without the needs of the big figures, how could they possibly be here?
Naturally, what displeased Linz wasn't the Bishop of the Church of the Goddess of Harvest either. He wore a worn-out bishop's robe, contrasting sharply with the luxury here, even somewhat shabby; yet, he was the most powerful presence here—whether it referred to his own strength or the strength of those around him.
Who wouldn't want a bountiful harvest on their lands?
