As Armand, the designated successor of the Holy Axis civil servant, has been stationed in Dam City for two weeks, it seems that nothing has happened.
The laborers continue to transport wooden boxes, carrying the bone china cushioned with straw into the ship's hold, and then unloading the silk from the hold to the dock.
The newspaper seller, leading a donkey, stuffs newspapers into the gaps of doorways or in front of windows in each household, while the teahouses and taverns remain filled with idle citizens and speculators.
The oligarchs continue to attack the "Artsy" newspaper, and the editor-in-chief of the "Artsy" continues to call for people not to hoard white sugar.
But in places they cannot see, everything is quietly changing.
On a desolate street near the docks, three men dressed in coarse monk robes walk slowly, occasionally stopping to pretend to tidy their clothes, but in fact, secretly looking around.
