Onie Romanski had been working in Genoa for just over a month now.
In these twenty-odd days, the young Deer Clan member had gone from throwing up before even stepping into the sewers to being able to work down there for half a day and still come up to joke and laugh with everyone before taking a long shower.
The Northern Doctrine was really quite fascinating.
Here, Lavan, who was in charge of management, was also a young man from Foresty Land, but unlike Onie, whose head was clouded with romance, Lavan had joined the Northern Doctrine out of curiosity after watching a film.
Lavan was responsible for managing thousands of people in the camp, a role that in Foresty Land would have been enough to earn him the title of Clan Leader and a carefree lifestyle.
But here, he was just like any other worker, toiling in the fields, entering the sewers, and repairing the roads together.
And then, reeking, they all took showers together.
