Chapter 437 – The Wedding of the Generation [3]
The whole kingdom felt like it had a bloody fever.
The temperature was blisteringly hot, the sky impossibly bright, the sun unwilling to set as if anticipating what was about to happen.
And that, even though it was now 8pm.
By all means, that day was a normal one. At least, according to the Kingdom's calendar.
It was a day people were supposed to go to work and earn their living, just like any other.
Yet, for some reason, no one did.
No one took their carriages, no one opened their stores, no one went to do whatever they needed to do.
Almost every single person in the Badur Kingdom was either inside their house, staring at the Runic TV with rapt attention, or gathered in some famous store, watching alongside strangers the event that was about to be broadcast everywhere.
