Lanshel, a patrol officer at the grassroots public security station in the Third Residential Settlement of the Northern Continent Federation’s capital, has an extremely clear plan for his life.
Put down roots in the community, serve the people, work as a federal civil servant by day and resell Southern Continent handicrafts on the side. Buy an apartment in his district before turning thirty, retire before forty-five, then spend every morning carrying his premonitions to the artificial lake in the suburbs to fish, with Rain.
Rain was, is, and will always be his best friend, partner, and roommate.
He has no doubt about it.
When can we see Ranchel Duck again!
Demihumans should also have the ability to think independently, right? Is it a lack of emotion? Like brainwashing under a totalitarian tyranny, there are small-scale defections but no large-scale resistance.
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