"What's that in your hand?" Fang Hong eyed the man suspiciously.
"Nothing, nothing at all."
"Let me see it."
"Really, it's nothing."
"Do you think we're blind, Parker?" the elf girl said irritatedly, walking over and snatching the papers from him, only to find, somewhat surprisingly, that they indeed were not architectural blueprints.
Atira frowned at the papers, "Ade, these seem to be some sort of document."
Fang Hong also glanced at them and didn't understand what all the dense numbers meant.
Just then, a voice rang out in his heart, "Mr. Knight, this is a handover certificate, concerning a batch of alchemy materials, primarily gold. It says here that this is a transfer of resources from the Elpaxin Artisan Association to the Kapuka Artisan Association—"
