"Then organize them. The Empire is shattered, ruins are everywhere. Integrate these people into the post-war reconstruction corps to build roads, erect bridges, clear silt, and mine…"
Louis's voice was not loud, but each word was clear.
"During the day, they do heavy labor; at night, enroll them in night school to learn literacy, Red Tide laws, and how to survive in a world without God.
Make them sweat, tire them until they have no energy left to pray. When the sweat dries up, the poison in their minds will be cleansed."
Bradley closed the clipboard and solemnly saluted, "Understood, sir. If there are no other instructions, I'll proceed with the arrangements."
Louis nodded, "Go."
The old butler saluted and turned to leave.
...…
The doors closed again. Louis finally found himself alone, beginning to survey this study, one of the legacies left by the old Duke.
This was the first time since his arrival that he truly stepped into the power core of the Calvin Clan, this study.
