The Ashman had no idea that his romantic troubles had already landed on Lord Murphy's desk. In truth, he was in a terrible mood right now.
At dawn the next day, the dejected Ashman brought another batch of foremen from the Masons' Guild to the northern prisoner-of-war camp to collect workers.
Unlike him, the workers behind him—who had been hastily promoted to foremen—were all practically bursting with excitement. They were local lads who had been there from the beginning, building houses and doing construction work at Scarlet Castle alongside the Ashman and Bricklayer. Even back when Cadman City still existed, these guys had been at the very bottom of the ladder.
They had never imagined they'd get to be officials one day.
Though an official foreman in the Masons' Guild was only an entry-level position in Transia's civil service system, and didn't even come with a formal appointment, it was already an unimaginable privilege for these local lads, who had spent their lives scraping by and had only recently been able to eat their fill and live in new homes.
And for the Masons' Guild, an organization that had only recently been established, promoting workers who were still learning to read and write into foremen was simply unavoidable.
Transia was short-handed everywhere, and the construction workload was so heavy that Old Chen had to occasionally fill in as a site supervisor.
The few foremen they had originally trained with care had now all been sent off to "govern their own territories," following Old Chen's plans to build more residential and industrial areas.
But the reason the Masons' Guild had made such rapid progress was not only that they had expanded their operations and upgraded their psychic construction techniques. It was also because the two brothers, the Ashman and Bricklayer, had