227 January in the year of the Ichra calendar, 27 January, Turin.

The ruined masonry of the council chamber has been cleared, and the newly hired architect, Borg, is surveying the site with the help of several soldiers, who will be responsible for the design and construction of the new council chamber.

For a viscount, this is a great opportunity to increase the credibility of the residents.

The new head of the city's planning department, Ernetos, stood with a handful of attendants, chatting as hired workers cleared the bricks and stones scattered in the woods.

After more than half an afternoon, the four-day clean-up finally came to an end.

The workers looked left and right for a while, and finally elected a middle-aged man.

The man hesitated for a long time, but finally bravely walked towards Elnetos.

"Minister Elnetos ......"

He paused, his expression extremely reserved, "Our wages." ”

In the past, it was an honorable thing to hire laborers from the back third street to contribute to the imperial city, and money naturally could not tarnish the glory.

But since Empress Artifa took office, Turin has changed a lot, and both nobles and commoners have been navigating the new rules.

Elnetos nodded slightly, motioning for his men to take out the ledger.

"Toston, confirm the quantity with Mr. Ferry."

The subordinate walked out quickly, pulled two lists out of his notebook, and handed one to Ferry.

"Mr. Ferry, this is the list of workers on January 27th, please sign for confirmation."

The title of "sir" was added to his name, and Ferry always felt uncomfortable.

Taking the piece of paper, he rubbed his right hand in his pants and shouted loudly.

"Come here and sign!"

The signing seemed like an exciting ritual, as the laborers lined up to sign the list in Ferry's hand, the name twisted but barely legible.

Ferry finally signed his name and handed the paper back to Toston.

Toston looked at it for a moment, then said.

"Mr. Ferry, do you need me to confirm with you the contents of the form?"

Ferry, of course, didn't recognize the long string of words on it, and looking at the way he squirmed, Toston whispered.

"You only worked for half a day today, so you only have half of the salary of the previous few days, that is, 15 copper coins, these money will be settled on the spot, don't count wrong."

"Okay...... Good. ”

Ferrie nodded gratefully, and seeing that everyone had received their wages, he quickly took the money bag from the other man's hand, and the group fled away from the palace as quickly as possible.

Walking to Fifth Street, the intercity carriage was preparing to depart, and the laborers climbed into the carriage one by one.

The coachman pouted, but he did not have the right to refuse the ride, and the carriage quickly moved.

Walking along the Ring Street, there is a square not far ahead, and the bulletin board at the corner of the square is crowded with people.

A laborer said in surprise.

"Has the Turin Court moved here?"

The other said triumphantly.

"Of course, I have a nephew who works there, and today is the first day of the new court."

The man muttered earlier.

"Judge Edgar is on top, the court is a really bad thing, I hope none of us will enter the courthouse."

"You know Judge Edgar?"

"I know Judge Chenino!"

Laughing, the carriage soon reached the end of Ninth Street, and after being paid by a generous laborer, the laborers walked shoulder-to-shoulder toward the back third street.

Passing by the familiar branch intersection, everyone subconsciously looked towards the office.

That door was closed for three days, but I didn't expect it to open today.

For the people of the back three streets, Oreo Pravor is a big man who can solve problems.

But these days, the problems encountered by the people of the back three streets have been solved, so Oreo's office is almost unpatronized.

Of course, this does not affect the supremacy of the firm on Back 3rd Street.

People crept past the office and faintly heard conversations coming from inside.

"I said Tamiya, can't you just help?"

"Director Reka, I'm already giving it my all! Can't you just ask your friends to hire a couple of movers! ”

Carrying the last sack on her shoulder, Reka struggled.

"We are trusted by Empress Atifa, and these precious things must be handed over to her by you and me."

Tamia rolled her eyes.

"Okay, I know, get out of here, I don't want to come to this sloppy office again."

With a kick open the door of the office, Reka managed to squeeze out, and Tamia followed him in the back of his ass and ate a stomach full of ashes.

She smacked twice and slammed the wooden door shut.

Standing not far away, Reka looked back at the office.

After a few more months, the original delicate wooden door was in a dilapidated state, blending in perfectly with its surroundings.

The house number that read 50 Forward Street was blurred beyond legibility, and it was crumbling in the wind.

Tamia gasped.

"What are you doing stupidly! If you want to move, hurry up! ”

Reka muttered as she withdrew her gaze.

"I'm thinking that no one will come to this place in the future."

"What the hell is going on with you?"

Carrying large bags and small bags, Tamia quickly climbed into the carriage.

The coachman hurriedly said hello.

"Sheriff Tamia...... Director Reka. ”

Reka nodded, stuffed her things into the carriage, and sat side by side with Tamya.

Smelling Reka's scent, Tamia frowned.

"Stay away from me."

Reka spread her hands.

"I said Tamya, the carriage is so big, I didn't want to eat your tofu on purpose...... But then again, do you have time for the evening, I'm a premium member at Manhattan's Steakhouse, and there's always a table reserved for me. ”

"I don't like to eat steak!"

Tamia pursed her lips, "But I can consider eating mutton soup." ”

Reka chuckled.

"Let's have lamb soup."

Got the evening date done, and Reka was in a good mood.

He put his arm around Tamya's shoulder, and the two of them looked out over the street.

He whistled as he passed the Turin courthouse, after all, he was present at the trial every morning, and he felt that he was also an important player.

Beyond the bridge is Fourth Street, an abandoned street that has been rebuilt and which will be demolished and repaired by students and instructors from the Turin School of Architecture.

It is believed that it will not be long before a new Fourth Street will appear in Turin, where residences are said to be awarded to those who have contributed to the Empire.

Leaning into Reka's arms, Tamia muttered.

"Turin is changing so fast."

"Of course,"

Reka's eyebrows fluttered and he said, "Don't look at who His Majesty Atifa is!" ”

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