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As I started assigning tasks to the four clerks, they naturally divided the work based on their specialties.

Ah, of course, Shabin Emure played a big role in this.

“Mary, you’ll be in charge of organizing the data and calculations. For now, just focus on the old records left by the previous elders.”

“…D-do you think I can handle it? The remaining records are so disorganized, and the handwriting is difficult to read…”

“You can do it. I’ll help you.”

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