"We can talk about this when we have time," the young man in the duckbill cap said seriously, adjusting his attire. He no longer seemed as anxious as the night before.
The more debts one has, the less one worries.
The more lice one has, the less itchy one feels.
For humanity, whether facing an alliance of fourteen races or a hundred and forty, the difference was negligible.
The pressing issue now was to properly handle today's meeting with the "Grand Enforcer."
It was crucial to prevent the issuance of the "War Authorization."
"Ambassador, let's do this," the young man sighed and said to the old man in traditional attire, "Once we finish this mission, let's both head back to the capital to lay low for a while."
"But... our embassy can't just be vacant in the law capital, can it? How else are we to communicate with the Law Enforcement Center?"