4:30 p.m., Victore Upper House.
Egle Henndon, Guardian of the Harbor and West Pine Lord, planted his cane and walked to the front. His gait was steady, like an old duck—a somewhat inappropriate comparison for a Yueer Chicken Person, but there was scarcely any other way to describe how solid and composed he looked when he walked.
In Narrative No. 10, the Red Blood Alliance, the Yueer Chicken People had twice claimed the title of supreme race ranked first. With their enormous population, heroic figures emerged among them from time to time.
Although people always tried to find the Chicken People ancestors such as "phoenixes" and "peacocks," the Chicken People themselves scoffed at such claims, believing them to be nothing more than excuses made by the weak.
Chicken People were Chicken People. Egle Henndon's splendid plumage and bright red comb said it all. He reached out a claw, smoothed the feathers at his neck, puffed out his broad chest, and swept his gaze around. The next moment, his ringing voice echoed through the entire assembly hall:
"Does everyone know about the fire in Westport today?"
"Yes, Guardian. That is why we are here."
"I never expected such a tragic event to happen. How pitiful..."
"I think it is time to build a proper fire department. Relying solely on civilian firefighting crews—if one of your homes catches fire, how long will you have to wait...?"
The people below began discussing it among themselves. Most of those who spoke showed at least some sympathy for the victims of the fire.
After all, the dead were already dead. Say a few nice words now, and when someone in your own family died, others would say a few nice words too.
"Good burn! That bastard who squeezed Sailors and maritime merchants dry is finally