Three days flashed by, and soon it was October 20th.
In England's Oxford County, Woodstock Town.
It was just past 5 a.m.; the sky was still dark, and barely any pedestrians could be seen on the streets.
Within Wencheen Manor, a figure pulling a suitcase emerged from a taxi.
He turned to speak a few words to the driver using a translator device, then took out a bank card and swiped it on the payment machine.
"Clatter clatter clatter"
The old taxi drove away with a rumble, leaving the man with the suitcase standing alone.
"So this is Wencheen Manor, huh? It's really quite large."
The man surveyed his surroundings, muttering to himself.
It was his first time visiting such a wealthy estate.
In the past, he had only seen places like this in novels and on TV.
As an ordinary person who hustled every day just to make a living, this whole journey and everything he had seen and heard almost gave him the illusion of having switched lives.
