"Hero of the Empire, the White Ghost Hanton, requests an audience with the great Emperor."
Elder Pison bowed his head and bent forward, calling loudly as he advanced.
Yang Ming followed closely behind Elder Pison, with a stern face and a straightened posture.
He tried to look straight ahead, but the crystal elements decorating the room and the coolly dressed maids everywhere dazzled him.
The Emperor of the Sherman Empire sure knew how to enjoy life.
This should be a reception hall, Yang Ming estimated, with an area of several thousand square meters. Several rows of supporting pillars were surrounded by fountains, flower clusters, and artworks, perfectly integrated with the ship's cabin structure itself.
The carpet on the floor seemed like one whole piece, covering the area within Yang Ming's line of sight.
There were one or two hundred human women in the hall, divided into two groups based on work type.
