''Trade Terminal'', I saw a crate of sleek Earth-made laptops being inspected next to an open box of glowing crystals, each emitting a soft hum


    ''Diplomatic Passports'', where we were greeted by a security officer with a stern but respectful demeanor. The worker at the gate, a tall woman with striking blue hair and red eyes, looked up from her desk. Her eyes widened slightly in recognition as she saw Elio.


    You might be reading a stolen copy. Visit Royal Road for the authentic version.


    ''Diplomatic Clearance''