Until the black car entered the gates of the City Council building's garden, He Ao finally pulled back his hand, waved goodbye to the people standing by the street, and then closed the car window.
He lowered his head and opened the book in his hands.
With his hand on the steering wheel, carefully driving through the garden below the City Council building, Sena raised his head to glance through the rearview mirror at the elderly man retrieving his hand and took a deep breath.
Meanwhile, He Ao was slowly flipping through the book, which he had mostly finished reading the day before.
This "Archaeological Record" was not a regularly published book, nor could any information about it be found online.
However, this was normal since the Federation's most stringent reviews were on archaeological books.
Archaeologists often dug out ancient ruins contaminated with pollutants from unknown sources, stubbornly digging up more dangerous sites, unstoppable by any means.
