Naki 243 BC
The sound of heavy rain falling over the trees and taking root in the dry and cracked ground brought calm to Minister Jing Khe de Naki's state of nerves. After months without a drop of water falling from the sky, the gods finally graced the people with the blessings of nature.
The man, already in his sixties, already tired, bald with a long mustache that could easily be braided, with deep dark circles and muscular pains, was sitting in his library drinking a glass of wine while thinking about the latest events.
Its king in foreign lands for the funeral of the queen who had been brutally murdered by someone who had not yet been discovered. Naki at the mercy of all this, because if Naran had been suffering from attacks within the walls themselves, the king could be the next ta
