"Hey, stop staring, I've filled it out, so we're done here, right?" Charles patted the mustached man's chest with the signed document.
The mustachio snapped out of his daydream and hurriedly caught the papers.
"Sorry, sorry, this island is just too beautiful, I couldn't take my eyes off it. Anyway, Governor Charles, based on your previous agreement with our association, you must cede a piece of land for us to build a new Explorer Association. Of course, we will still pay the taxes."
Charles dismissed him with a few casual remarks, as these matters were minor to him. His main concern now was to find the leader of the Light God Sect.
But before he could walk away, someone shouted that the Governor was here, and a large crowd surged towards him.
"Governor, do you need an accountant? I have many years of experience and am highly proficient in handling finances."
"Governor, do you need someone to plan the island? I graduated from the Moss Design School on British Island."
