Louis rushed back to Red Tide City from Mai Lang Territory yesterday, barely getting any sleep.
Last night, he made up for it in Sif's room, and before dawn, he headed straight to the Government Hall.
He arrived at the administrative center, pushed open the heavy office door, and was met by a familiar scent.
Bookshelves lined the entire room, reaching up to the ceiling.
Sheepskin scrolls, household registries, and tax ledgers were neatly arranged, categorized by different colors and numbers, meticulously organized. Policies and blueprints were filed daily, placed where they could be easily accessed, allowing anyone to find the needed information instantly.
Even though he hadn't returned for nearly a month, the office was spotless, obviously cleaned daily by designated personnel.
This was the heart of Red Tide Territory and the future heart of the Northern Territory.
