"Summoning the City God to suppress it and having the Witch give a warning, one plays the good cop and the other the bad cop, and the situation was brought under control. Indeed, well done, truly well done."
"I reckon you were deeply influenced; painters of the past would never have done such things."
Miss Qiang sneered disdainfully at the Painter.
She was the Sighing Mother Wall of the Bone Elder Association, and no one knew better than her the true nature of those people in the Bone Elder Association. Scholars are of no practical use; those Bone Elders are just a bunch of foolish scholars who day and night bury themselves in studies. Although the Bone Old Priests aren't as pedantic as scholars, when it comes to managing the Prefecture City, they've always washed their hands of it and left it to the government to handle.
As time passed, it became entirely normal for the Painter to neither understand how to handle disasters nor know how to console the people.
