A few hours before the fishing show, Abel met with Attorney General Bennie Mitchell.
Arrogantly, this man was lying down and sleeping, even though the prime minister had come to visit.
'I'd heard about it, but seeing it still doesn't feel very good,' Abel thought.
The bureaucracy of the Duchy of Crawford was quite different from that of the Empire. Since it was such a small country, the size of the court was also small. There was no Supreme Court Justice, only a Justice of the Peace—someone with a rank just below that of the prime minister.
"Look here, Attorney Mitchell," Abel said, trying to wake the bear-like man while hiding his irritation.
The man was massive, with a menacing appearance. The scar across his face was gruesome. However, to Abel, he seemed like nothing more than a neighborhood thug.
