January 6.
Ice Moon, the coldest month of the year.
Late at night, the coldest time of day.
Shalin, Inkstone Town, inside a room in a courtyard residence.
Lynn, feeling that he might have laughed a little too soon, was lying in bed under a thick quilt, sleeping lightly. On one hand, the temperature was too low, and he had not even taken off his clothes, making him uncomfortable. On the other, he was exhausted and burdened by too many worries.
Thus, in merely a few minutes, Lynn tossed and turned several times, his expression constantly changing. Who knew what dreams he was having?
The Inkstone Town where he was currently staying lay within Mayer's jurisdiction—the Mayer who had died.
He had not come here to make a move against the women in Mayer's household. Rather, he intended to confront Shalin, the most stubborn region, head-on and bring it under the management of the Efficiency Department.
Speaking of the establishment of the Efficiency Department, the territories managed by the deceased Mayer and his associates had resisted the most fiercely. Perhaps they had not shown it openly, but in secret, they had opposed it in all kinds of ways.
When he had established Efficiency Department branches elsewhere, he had sent several teams here, but they had all hit a wall.
With no other choice, after dealing with almost everywhere else, he had to come handle it personally.
But it would not be easy.
It truly would not be easy. Otherwise, he would not have been unable to sleep well.
"Rustle—swish—"
Lynn turned over again in his sleep. This time, his movement was a little too large, and the quilt covering him fell to the floor.
One second, two seconds, three seconds...
In the frigid midnight air of Ice Moon, Lynn lasted