The development of the Tri-Saint Society seemed a bit too automated.
This was the only thought Durin had after a week of idleness at the Eternal Blaze Nest.
Madame Lin and Lady Caterina were in charge as chiefs of staff, managing the financial affairs.
Uncle Hannibal was responsible for training young people how to shoot targets two hundred meters away, instead of wasting all the bullets on the ground.
The spokespersons of the grand families managed the smaller ones affiliated with them, and the tasks on the board were snapped up as soon as they were posted.
There were old serfs from Farol who recalled being oppressed by nobles; there were serfs liberated by the Northern Doctrine who remembered their families starving to death and the bitter tears they shed; there were even the sad stories of widows of police officers who had been hanged for refusing to shoot farmers.
