The tower's silhouette of the administrative building gradually becomes clear in the fog.
It is the most orderly place in Red Tide City, with newly paved stone bricks and a brightly polished emblem at the entrance.
Mike pushed the door open and entered. The conference hall was warm, with the stove burning vigorously.
Louis sat in the main seat, Bradley stood beside him, and a young clerk was organizing scrolls.
Mike paused for a moment, quickly took off his gloves: "Sorry, Lord, did I keep you waiting?"
Louis looked up: "No problem, you arrived just in time."
Mike glanced at the piles of parchment on the table, suspicious in his heart.
Having returned from Dawn Port only three days ago, he barely caught his breath before being called into the main hall, and this setup does not look like a routine report.
Louis did not waste time on pleasantries, instead he directly spread several drawings on the table.
