Just as he was thinking this, the Communication Crystal that was in the state of transmitting information finally lit up.
The light screen flickered suddenly, and a middle-aged man, who had a solid build, was sitting on the sofa in the living room, with the embroideries of the Bell Federation crafted in the background, their special paint giving a touch of coldness.
A stack of neatly arranged documents lay on the rosewood tea table beside him, and the uncapped pen was casually placed on the armrest.
From this angle, the entire hall was visible at a glance.
The middle-aged man clasped his hands under his chin and first cast a sharp gaze at his left shoulder: "I thought you would contact me sooner."
That profound gaze made the initially calm Kael raise an eyebrow. It seemed he had made some impression on this individual, which was not surprising.
