Stonehenge.
In the conference room on the third floor of the city hall, the long conference table was silent, leaving only the ash that was shaken off from time to time and nicotine that could never be separated.
The regiment is gone.
Or he ran with his tail between his legs, and probably didn't care about the river valley provinces for a long time.
This is a happy thing.
However
The people sitting at the conference table were not happy at all.
At the moment, the solemn atmosphere in the conference room is almost like a funeral rather than a meeting.
The only thing that doesn't fit in with the funeral atmosphere is probably Du