To be in our line of work, to call it official historian at best and official excrement at worst, is a boring occupation that even the emperor's toilet things must be recorded. The sense of existence of the job is weak, the death rate is not high, but occasionally I can get benefits, because I am close to the emperor, so I can make some money without any problems. In short, this is a story of a historian watching other people's tragedies while living on my own life.
The background of the story is the Shu capital in the period of the pseudo-three kingdoms. Under the not-so-wise administration of master dou, Sichuan is full of mahjong sounds...
