Zoterlan Continent.
Dylan Port.
The incumbent Commissioner Bolton Manla, a middle-aged, rotund gentleman sporting a pair of small mustaches, wore a white wig and a thick layer of greasepaint on his face. His corpulent figure almost made his formal suit burst at the seams.
He was incessantly wiping his face with a handkerchief: "The Empire... the Empire has become like this! It's as if I'm caught in a whirlwind if I go back now."
Compared to this, even the colony development mission, which he once found unbearable, had started to seem appealing.
Besides, didn't building Dylan Port from scratch cost him years of effort?
To just hand it over to an outsider, moreover, a 'villager' who had barely elbowed his way into high society, was something he found extremely hard to accept.
"Sir... according to the itinerary, the passenger ship on which Sir Rod is traveling will arrive in the next two days."
