The photographer following behind the Golden-Haired Chief of Staff quickly found a good position.
Whenever the mayor signed bills, photographs were usually taken for the record. Most of those videos and images would be posted directly on White Jasmine Palace's official website, becoming sources cited by major newspapers.
The photographer set up the camera, aimed it at Old Man seated behind the desk, and pressed the shutter for the first time.
Scattered rosy light streamed through the ancient stained-glass window, falling across Old Man's graying hair and the white papers covered in black writing.
Soon, all nine bills had been signed.
"All right, these nine bills are now in effect."
The Golden-Haired Chief of Staff accepted the signed documents from He Ao, wrinkled her nose, and looked toward the crucible in the corner. "What is that smell? It smells wonderful."
"Medicine I'm brewing."
He Ao smiled and glanced back at the crucible. Judging by the time, it should be almost ready.
"Is it some kind of herbal medicine for treating injuries?"
The Golden-Haired Chief of Staff glanced at He Ao, seemingly recalling his injuries from yesterday, and asked quietly.
"In a sense, yes."
He Ao answered with a smile.
The Golden-Haired Chief of Staff nodded lightly, then quickly left with the photographer. "Then please carry on. I'll be leaving first."
Watching the Golden-Haired Chief of Staff leave, He Ao stood up, feeling the pain of his wounds tearing at his body. He took out a filter and a silver test tube from the drawer below, then walked over to the crucible.
At that moment, his bracelet vibrated. A call came through. It was Mide.
"Mr. Lynn, we've received news from the scouts tracking the Kopes Mercenary Group in the wilderness.
"The Kepesi Mining mercenary group, which had originally fled to