Roman arrived at the Bridgehead.
During winter, the river was low, and the boatmen walked barefoot on the exposed riverbank, transporting the cargo of the longboats to Fertile City.
Standing at the bow was Edith, the Mind Reader.
"Oh my, Your Highness, I didn't expect you would personally pick me up," Edith said with a smile as she approached Roman.
Behind her, workers were unloading honeycomb coal, iron stoves, sheepskin coats, and woolen garments from the ship.
"How is Origin City now?"
Edith shrugged, "All is well. As per your order, I've visited all the settlements and met every agent and steward. I've noted down all the corrupt officials and sent them to the mines for blasting."
"Very good," Roman nodded, "The same here."
Edith groaned, "Spare me, do you know how difficult it is to read the minds of hundreds of people? Surface thoughts are fine, but those deep thoughts are not easily unearthed—unless you have Shasta assist me."
