Chapter • 33

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Calisto ⋅• ♱

Azrael had had a great week dealing with all the problems, which were found in the third territory and yet - we had no idea how we will solve much.

"Resources and wizards were sent," the fallen man said as he leaned his face in one hand, sitting on the couch with a haggard expression "frankly, if we work harder, we won’t even have time to breathe."

I sighed.

"What can we do? You saw how things are around here" I said shrugging as I pulled some of the leaves that were on the table so I could analyze. Much of it was trade.

With the tributes, many villages had become invalid and trade had fallen. There was no way to buy and without customers it was impossible to sell something.

"If someone had not SCREWED the princess of the territory, we would have to leave it to HER responsibility" Azrael growled "but no, my sweet king needs to fix more problems than he already has" he mocked "and now here we are..."

"For the 9 territories" I begged "stop this litany