Chapter 139: Cadman City's Name Is So Inauspicious! I'm Going to Call It.
It had been twenty-three hours since the little players had left Transia.
After seeing Natalie, her Witch Hunter remnants, and Major Fraser—the man who had been recording their story—off, and giving them one of Salokdar's broken clan-chief rings as proof of his death, Murphy quickly convened a meeting.
More precisely, this was the first time he had summoned the managers of his domain in his capacity as the "Count of Cadman."
It could therefore be called a meeting of his vassals.
But aside from appointing three barons, Murphy hadn't yet assigned anyone specific responsibilities in the domain. It was safe to say that after the meeting, nearly everyone present would probably have a few new posts to their names.
That much was obvious.
Everyone invited, apart from Baroness Mirian and Professor Malcolm, was therefore beaming with joy. They tried hard to keep their composure, but the gleam in their eyes gave away their feelings.
Cadman City had been destroyed.
Of its 150,000 residents, the dead and missing now left fewer than 3,000.
Everyone was still living in makeshift shelters, and they were bound to face a difficult time until reconstruction was complete.
And the Blood Eagle Clan, the "Protector of Transia" and a legitimate dynasty of four hundred years, had been reduced to the brink of extinction.
But none of that mattered!
If they could use this opportunity to rise through the ranks overnight, just like Miss Mirian—no, the esteemed Baroness Mirian—then for these opportunists, this disaster was a chance that came once in a lifetime.
Mirian and Professor Malcolm, meanwhile, remained calm for different reasons. The former had already secured her share of the cake and eaten her fill; the latter was a scholar who had