Roland City, the office of the city's only firefighting company, where Newcastle was sitting at the desk flipping through the Roland City newspaper.
His backer, Minister Wickton, eventually resolved the issue of the baker not being able to afford flour, but now the pressure had shifted to the mill master.
The dining knife was cutting deeper and deeper, gradually reaching the plate.
Anything beyond this was not something Baron Wickton could handle; he truly worried that this minister with three heads and six arms would cut his own fingers.
Probably... not likely.
At this moment, there was a knock at the office door.
He turned a page of the newspaper in his hand and said without lifting his head.
"Come in."
The door opened, and in came his spirited assistant, Ryan.
This usually hasty young man was different today; not only had he combed his hair neatly, but his back was straight as a rod.
"Sir, I've brought your letter."
"Just put it on the cabinet."
