"Hey, stop staring. I've filled it out. We're done here, right?" Charles patted the mustached man's chest with the signed documents.
The mustachioed man snapped out of his daydream and hurriedly caught the papers. "My apologies, Governor. This island is just so beautiful, I couldn't take my eyes off it. In any case, Governor Charles, based on your previous agreement with our association, you must cede a piece of land for us to build a new headquarters for the Explorer Association. Of course, we will still pay our taxes."
Charles dismissed him with a few casual remarks. These were minor matters; his main concern was finding the person in charge of the Light God Sect.
But before he could take more than a few steps, someone shouted, "The Governor is here!" and a large crowd surged toward him.
"Governor, do you need an accountant? I have many years of experience and am highly proficient with finances."
