The Madman School had only three people present, two men and one woman. They looked quite old, with half-gray hair, and wore pale blue robes, exuding a scholarly air. They said nothing, resting with their eyes closed.
The Hailing Group had five people present, dressed in matching dark green sleeveless uniforms. A pendant shaped like a closed eye hung on each of their chests.
"I'm glad your Hailing Group could join us for an event like this, Mobus."
Amos, the Containment Bureau's Team Leader, raised his glass.
The rugged middle-aged man called Mobus was the Hailing Group's chief priest, equivalent to a bishop in other churches. He laughed heartily and raised his drink in return.
"It's nothing. We've only just arrived, after all. These regular gatherings also give us a preliminary understanding of Peacock City."
The two exchanged a few more words about the charity banquet. Throughout their conversation, the three Madman School members remained silent.
Then Amos, the Containment Bureau's Team Leader, pondered for a moment before asking tentatively:
"Well, this may be rather presumptuous, but could the Hailing Group melt the ice in the eastern harbor? That would allow the port to resume operations and resolve the difficulties facing all of Peacock City."
"Hahaha..."
Mobus laughed loudly and drained his glass in one gulp.
"When we replaced the History and Ritual Society and were assigned to oversee Peacock City, that was also the decision of the Empire's higher-ups... This is a port city, isn't it? That's precisely the Hailing Group's specialty."
Amos's eyes lit up at his words.
The Containment Bureau personnel beside him also smiled.
But Mobus suddenly sighed and said with some difficulty:
"However, ice covering such a vast area was rather beyond my expectations... I need some time to report this and obtain support from