In the ruins of the broken walls, the lights of the Pope's Palace are always the brightest.
Because Pope Horn and Saint Jeanne live in that wooden house, their fluorite lamps shine much brighter than those of ordinary people.
Like stars under the night sky.
Horn squatted on the ground, pushing the glow of the fluorite lamp to its limits.
Sweat beaded on his forehead as he nervously shone the light on the ground.
On the wooden floor, there was a clay basin with brown sugar water, which was dissolved in clear lime water and into which slime gel was added.
Reddish-black lumps of gel floated in the water body, and Horn could clearly see a ring of pale yellow sugar frost condensing on the wall of the clay basin.
This was Horn's idea of economic development, refining white sugar.
Pure white sugar was a high-end luxury item, with prices reaching 18 dinars per pound.
