The Finance Department building was tall. The ground-floor hall had a ceiling over ten meters high, while from the second floor onward, the rooms were all three meters tall. A very few rooms that needed to accommodate Demigods or Legends had two floors knocked through into a single grand office with a six-meter ceiling.
As Gordon Campbell led Landen through the offices, he introduced the department in each one—their primary duties, personnel, and even the projects or funds they handled.
When Landen had previously heard Saffron Helen mention that no one knew how many people fell under the Finance Department, he had found it inconceivable. But now that he learned the department commanded twelve Knight Orders, twelve fleets, six Dance Priest corps, and twenty-five breeding farms, he roughly understood the scale of this colossal department.
"Lord Gordon, this is hardly fair of you!"
After Gordon Campbell had led him in circles several times, Landen said with a bitter smile, "Yesterday, I had no intention whatsoever of confronting the Finance Department. But after being marched around like this today, I feel as though I'm being paraded through the streets for public display!"
"Lord Landen, you misunderstand. This was Lord Frank's request. He told me I absolutely had to introduce more of the department to you," Gordon said, his head drenched in sweat. He had merely followed the Finance Department secretary's instructions and dared not harbor the slightest ulterior motive.
After all, Landen's words truly became law. He could curse people right in front of Legends. No matter how dissatisfied anyone might be with him, no one dared show it to his face.
"In my view, we should install the magic furnace as soon as possible. I'd like to return to Night-Kirin City quickly as well," Landen said.
"Yes, my lord. We'll