The room of the Public Security Bureau was warm, and the lighting was bright, even amidst the current chaotic situation, it maintained an orderly appearance—with tea and coffee available.
"Name?"
"Lawrence Creed."
"Occupation?"
"Captain, captain of the White Oak."
"Affiliated guild?"
"Explorers' Association. I have a complete set of qualifications as a senior explorer, including certificates in history, mysticism, and nautical fields... and that's it."
"Your reason for coming to Frost?"
Lawrence raised his head to look at the bright electric light above and thought for a few seconds, "Actually, I was here to deliver goods... The goods ordered by your City-State cathedral."
