The Choice of a National Name

The spacious office was luxuriously furnished and elegantly decorated. Just the painting of the Holy Mother hanging on the rear wall, painstakingly created by the continent's renowned historical artist Percival Kingston, was enough to show that the owner of this office possessed immense wealth.

Before Roland stood an ebony desk nearly two people long. Its surface was carved with exquisite ivory patterns, while its edges were entwined with vine motifs crafted from pure gold.

Three crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, each strung together from thousands of perfectly cut crystals. Four velvet sofas from the Arcane Empire stood in the sitting area, their surfaces studded with pearls and gemstones.

The office's extravagance went far beyond that: a clock made entirely of gold, candleholders carved from black gemstones, scepters inlaid with all kinds of jewels, precious magical writing instruments, and more.

It could be said that Leslie had spent no less than a million gold coins furnishing this office.

Previously, Roland had not cared much about it. After all, Leslie had once been the second-in-line heir of the Oroko Family and a direct descendant of a great noble house. What was wrong with enjoying such things? Besides, Leslie had paid for the office renovations out of his own pocket and had not used the territory's funds.

But after this incident, Roland could not help feeling that the luxurious decorations around him were somewhat glaring.

As the head of the Administrative Department, Leslie's office was so lavishly furnished. Those who knew the truth might not think much of it, but those who did not would surely assume that Leslie was another massively corrupt official lining his own pockets.

"Leslie, renovate this office. Move these luxurious items back to your estate. Keeping them here draws too much attention."

Leslie slowly closed the documents