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After Grandpa refused to help me sorting my relationship with the Floyd fund, I went to see a lawyer.
The contract by which I had to go to the middle of nowhere to be a rural alchemist for six years, in order to repay my debt to the Floyd Fund, was irontight.
Now that Grandpa and the Major were engaged on some intrigue of their own, I had to verify everything myself. I couldn't afford to trust them. I was sure they thought their schemes would work to my advantage (especially Grandpa), but Grandpa did not always make the right decisions for the family.
That's how uncle Billie ended with the mind of a child, after all.
So I took the paperwork to a lawyer, a real lawyer, one that wasn't, to my knowledge, connected to my family. I asked, and he said the same thing Grandpa did.
Mr. Coll
