When the last statistics report was handed over to him, the City Hall Director finally let out a deep breath and waved his hand toward his subordinate. "You can leave now."
"Yes, my Lord."
The latter bowed respectfully and closed the door of the office on his way out.
The only person left in the room was Barov.
He opened the drawer and removed more than a dozen forms from inside, flattened them on the table, and neatly stacked the newest one on top.
As a result of this recent addition, all the necessary supplies for His Majesty's expedition were now fully prepared.
Barov gently rubbed the paper, as if he were stroking a girl's tender, smooth skin. The rows of numbers seemed like a complex password to ordinary people, but in his eyes, it was a wonderful music score.
