The magnifying glass swept across the paper, and lines of text began to appear before the middle-aged man's eyes. His voice drew out in an unusually bizarre intonation.
"Write~~"
This sound immediately reminded Feng Xue of a certain old-school comic skit about "putting out fires with a copper hat," but this gentleman didn't need a scribe. Instead, he picked up a pen and began writing rapidly.
Feng Xue didn't attempt to approach him, as he noticed that from the moment this gentleman pulled out the magnifying glass, all the staff with a distinct military disposition tensed up. Their readiness to spring into combat at the slightest hint of motion made him understand just how important this middle-aged man, or the magnifying glass in his hand, truly was.
