The Conference Hall in the York City District's Whip of Order Headquarters building was filled with artistic flair;
The moss creeping up the corners and the deep, damp hues seeping through the surroundings exemplified harmony between humanity and nature;
The pairing of bare branches standing in flowerpots with cracked clods of soil perfectly blended sculptural depth with the charm of flower arranging;
Overhead, some chandelier lights shone, some stayed dark, and some flickered, expressing the beauty and mystery of mottled light.
The further something strayed from practical value, the closer it came to artistic value.
At that moment, more than a dozen people sat on either side of the long oval table in the Conference Hall. They were the department heads of the district's Whip of Order Headquarters, along with its chief and two deputies.
The highest-ranking official of a district's Whip of Order was officially called the Whip Bearer. Within the Whip of Order's internal system, however, they were called the "district chief," to better emphasize the uniqueness of the "Whip Bearer."
Bernie, head of the Logistics Department, entered the Conference Hall. At the sight before him, a faint smile involuntarily appeared on his lips.
He had worked here for quite some time, but this was the first time he had seen such a full turnout for a meeting. Usually, having half of them attend a routine meeting was already quite good.
For many years, numerous factions within the Order God Church had liked to send their descendants or students into the Whip of Order while they were young, to gain experience and credentials. But these "transfers" were only temporary; they would eventually transfer out again.
Unless someone was determined to put down roots and climb the ranks within the Whip of Order system, most people with options would