The lights flickered on.
Cyan Town, First Commercial Street, inside Sanders' Trading Conference, the president's room.
Knock, knock, knock.
Hearing the knock at the door, a slender figure stood up from an antique office desk inlaid with Light Crystal Stones and walked straight up to open the door.
"Oh, it's Uncle Mason Banks."
A crisp and sharp female voice sounded as the slender figure slightly turned her body to the side to let the guest in.
Opposite her was an old man with a rosy complexion.
The old man had a monocle over his left eye, and his slightly tight brocade robe accentuated his muscular figure.
On the other side, the slender figure gradually came into focus.
She had a delicate face, a high nose bridge, bright and clear eyes, and a head full of thick, soft black hair tied behind her head, giving her a very neat appearance.
Due to the counterglow, her cheeks appeared somewhat angular, exuding a masculine sense of fortitude.
