A Lively Bar

The bar was packed and noisy. Bask and Gutierrez sat in a relatively quiet corner, drinking and chatting.

Bask glanced at the commotion around them and smiled at Gutierrez. "You're the head of the Army's military police detachment now. Why come to a place like this for a drink?

"There are plenty of mercenaries, caravan guards, and dockworkers drinking here. If they get drunk and start trouble, it won't be easy to clean up!

"If the police show up and take us both in for statements, it'll hurt your reputation. I left the army ages ago, so I'll be fine. But you're still with the Army Department, and you're in charge of discipline. Don't let this affect your future!"

Over the past three years, Two Rivers Territory had developed far more rapidly than anyone had expected.

It now shone like a jewel in North Vira Province, drawing attention from all around.

Once an obscure place, it had become known far and wide. Merchants arrived from other regions, travelers came in search of new sights, and ambitious parties set out from there, hoping to venture deep into the Northlands Wasteland to capture slaves.

But the influx of outsiders brought not only prosperity and energy to Two Rivers Territory. It also created social problems and risks that could not be ignored.

As public order came under growing pressure, Lord Victor made a decisive call. The territorial government quickly formed a professional police force and established the Police Bureau to direct it.

The new force was charged with keeping the territory peaceful and protecting its residents and their property.

The bar was thriving, with customers coming and going, but most of them were burly, rough-looking men.

They drank and made merry all day, and once drunk, they could easily lose their restraint and