“What? You don’t know?

“Yes, according to the veterinarians, moss isn’t their area of expertise to begin with, and they said that they look like fungus spores anyway, not moss.”

“Why would a fungus grow in the fish farms? Is that even possible?”

“That’s what I thought as well.”

“What about the priests? What did they say?”

“They prayed and left.”

“What?!”

“Since it happened at the fish farms, they said that there was nothing else they could do.”

“Then shouldn’t they give some blessings or spray some holy water or something? Don’t they know how much religious subsidies we are providing them with every month? All they did was pray?”

“Sir, the priests aren’t omnipotent, are they?”

“Argh, those worthless religious fanatics!”

“That is blasphemy, sir.”

“I don’t believe in God!”

Harz had never expected much from the priests in the first place. Indeed, thanks to their show of prayer, the fishermen’s anger had been temporarily quelled. However, that was really only a temporary measure. Harz knew that he needed a more permanent solution to this problem.

Then, a soldier guarding the entrance to the city hall notified Harz of a visitor.

“Sir, there’s a noble here who would like to meet you.”

“A noble?”

“Yes. He had three blue stars on a silver identity...