Silas had been so buried in work lately he’d forgotten what it felt like to breathe.
It was all because Arthur had casually remarked, "Go register the basic information of the Crimson Vale Territory residents and see what each of them is good at."
And so he was thrown into a mire of messy, handwritten files, staring into the bewildered faces of farmers and blacksmiths.
Some of them would just stammer, completely at a loss for how to answer
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