C708 A Loser Angel with His True Colors(3)

"Spring has come."

After breakfast, Fann Helsing came to the front yard full of tulips and held a toolbox in his hand.

He planned to build a small pavilion in the sea of flowers to be Sivil's tea gathering place for ladies.

"Not here yet, it's still so cold..." Mary wrapped her military coat tightly and ran out of the rising sun. Under the cover of the city wall and castle