Besides the Chamber of Commerce, you could also hear some representatives from prominent families and kingdom delegates, all waiting to present gifts and extend goodwill to the newly risen hero.
On the mansion's terrace, Viola and Philippa stood side by side, observing the lively scene at the entrance.
Philippa, nibbling on a pastry, casually said, "Why don't you go out and show your face? How impressive!"
After living there for some time, Viola understood the Pirate Mistress's character and replied, "A hero isn't a street performer, just like you wouldn't personally steer a merchant ship just because they offered a few barrels of barley wine."
Philippa raised an eyebrow, "Makes some sense."
Viola smiled, her gaze still fixed on the distance.
...
In the radio room.
Sunlight streaming through the window cast patterns on the floor.
Wu Heng leaned against a wooden chair, holding a smartphone. Earlier in the morning, he had a conversation with Wen Mansha to stay connected.
