"Politics!"
Upon hearing the friar utter that word, Winters completely lost interest in the conversation.
"Bloody politics," the garrison lieutenant said nastily as he tossed his boots, which landed with a thud thud on the floor, "As if there's any damn politics in this tiny speck of land!"
"Where there are people, there is politics. Even within this very small room, there is politics." Friar Reed stroked his beard and said with a smile, "In Wolfton, you represent military authority, and I am a missionary sent by the Catholic Church to the grassroots. Isn't that politics? Since there's politics between you and me, of course there is also politics in Wolf Town."
Winters subconsciously wanted to argue, but he felt there was some truth in the other's words.
"So an old charlatan is giving me a lesson in politics? Laughable." Winters disdained and started making his bed, getting ready to sleep.
