"Fortunately, the warehouse over there hasn't suffered too much loss. At least it can support the basic restoration work for Oath City, so we don't need to allocate resources from elsewhere for now..."
In the open-air council hall where the ceiling was gone, Lorenzo was discussing the reconstruction plan for Oath City.
There were a few muffled laughs from behind him. He turned around and saw Alama leaning against a broken wall, a smile on his lips, eyes vacant, lost in some silly amusement.
"Alama? Alama!"
"Huh?" Alama snapped back to reality, blinking his eyes, "What's up?"
"Did you even hear what I said? What were you daydreaming about?"
"Oh, sorry, sorry, I was just having a video call with my daughter."
