by Vogelhut24 » 29 Aug 2019, 18:05
Which brings me to Max, who is having a great time with you there and really getting stuck into his job with enthusiasm. He sees this as an opportunity to become one of the architects of your next great age.
Maximus Sohl tightened his tie with sweaty hands. Today was a day that would go down is history. Today was Pioneer Day in the Kingdom. Pioneer Day was a holiday for the kingdom that had it roots over two millennia ago. The holiday honors the arrival of Brigham Young and his followers to the Salt Lake Valley on July 24th 1847. They had been forced to flee the persecution they experienced in the east of this continent. The day has been continuously celebrated since the first memorial of this event which occurred way back in 1849, when Brigham Young lead a procession to the future site of a Mormon Temple. The Young family had died out a long time ago, no one in the kingdom is quite sure however, though the Taylors claim decent from them as well as the Smiths, according to legion at least. Max was weary of such statements, though was smart enough not to mention those thoughts. Every Pioneer day the king would give a speech to the citizens of Salt Lake about changes in the Kingdom. This year however the King also has all of the primary advisors speak.
Max was nervous, he’d been doing his best at his job as master of technology. In the last few months he’d been in contact with his grandfather, working on projects to improve the medical system of the kingdom. His most successful project had been along medical lines. He had used the knowledge of the PCG to create clothing materials containing MAC (medical administration cloth). These new clothing regulate body temperature, administer medication as required, and heal minor wounds on-contact. The best thing about these clothing though, was that It is cheap enough to produce that it would become the standard clothing fabric in no time. The only push back he had got was from High Priest Haytham White. White required him to have regulations on the clothing that fit in with scripture. The temple garment that everyone is required to wear in the kingdom is produced solely by the church, with strict regulation following the doctrine of modesty and thy symbols of the faith weaved in them. The undergarments are viewed as a symbolic reminder of the covenants made in temple ceremonies and are seen as a symbolic and literal source of protection from the evils of the world. Max found these restraints ridiculous, but the king agreed with White’s notions, costing Max dozens of sleepless nights to have the product ready for today. The man seemed to have it out for Max, though Max wasn’t the only target. Catherine had to bow down to his proclamations as well. While the king has the say in all matters, he didn’t want to anger the church any more than he already had with the marriage of a non-Mormon to the crown prince and the promotion of max to the council. Catherine had to attended daily mass in the Court Chapel and wore extremely conservative gowns, covering everything bur her face and head. Catherine did as she was bid, though not quietly. Many nights Max was able to pear into Jack and Catherine’s room only to see her stabbing a voodoo doll of White, curing his very existence. It was very obvious why White hated Catherine in particular though, his sister was Marcus’ wife and had died at the command of Catherine’s uncle.
Luckily Max was having greater luck with the master of coin, Benjamin Holt. Holt was a merchant of the kingdoms Salt mines, with his family running the mines for the kings for over a hundred years now. Holt was a man always trying to enrich his own pockets, which is something Max could work with. With the help of his grandfathers connections and Holt’s, he was able to improve the efficacy of salt extraction, with the industry being worth close to 15 billion dollars. There were agreements of course to this improvement. The kingdom had to hire around 30 businessmen from the PCG to help in this project, which Holt was reluctant to give power to, that was until they struck up some marriage proposals with the dowries so large max could swear Holt’s eyes turned straight green.
Max heard a knock on the door “Its time.” Max sighed, as he turned to walk to the palace courtyard.