The morning light outside penetrated the thick clouds, casting a beam that landed precisely on the large map in front of the desk, as if responding to Bradley's words.
Louis glanced at the beam of light and chuckled lightly, "The Sun? That seems a bit exaggerated."
"I was merely quoting the words of the citizens," Bradley bent slightly, yet his tone remained exceptionally firm.
After a moment of silence, Louis did not continue with the matter, only closed the report in his hand.
He leaned against the back of the chair, his gaze sweeping over the table full of dossiers, feeling a hint of satisfaction.
During his time away from Red Tide, the administrative affairs continued to operate smoothly. Whether it was urban construction, granary management, or population control, all developed faster than expected.
This showed that the administrative system he had established had already begun to operate autonomously, without requiring him to personally oversee everything.
