"Ladies and gentlen, the emissary has entered the Governor's Mansion. The new master of this land will arrive soon. How should we handle this?"
Soone couldn't hold back, put down the exquisitely crafted teacup in their hand, and spoke first.
"Hahaha, Mr. Naiden, it's just a young man. Even if the Governor personally cos to inspect, what can he do? The accounts are flawless, we can just give him the land. But we've worked hard to govern the colony for many years, it's only fair we get so reward."
A gentleman with a finely crafted pure silver pipe was indifferent, gently exhaling a smoke ring.
"Mr. Sdley, when you initially gave us the news, you didn't say the one taking over the territory was the famous 'Nation Destroyer'!"
Mr. Naiden, who spoke first, adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose, looking sowhat refined. The events of the "Battle of Benin" in the Southern Continent have long been widely publicized, and soone's legend has increased by at least a dozen percentage points.
Not exactly household knowledge, but those who should know basically already do.
"Yes, and he's also the Deputy Commander of the Southern Continent Guard who solved the major epidemic surrounding the Golden Sea last year. Quite a tricky figure."
Another very wealthy rchant in the tea room echoed.
"I've also heard that the Viscount beca the Crown Prince's Guardian Knight at the age of sixteen. Though it's unclear what impressive rit he achieved for the Kingdom to unusually grant him a territory, and a whole Georgia Territory at that."
"...."
In the smoke-filled tea room, a group of big shots chattered away, sharing the information they held.
"Haha, everyone, don't scare yourselves. Maybe this General Galliot has so strength, but under the Kingdom's system, having strength doesn't an you can act recklessly.
Regardless of whether we have issues or not, we must produce evidence. Besides, are you still planning to spit out what's already consud?"
Mr. Little Moustache Sdley, who faintly assud the role of a leader, knocked his silver pipe on the table. After speaking, the room fell silent.
Spitting it out is impossible, never in this lifeti. Proper business makes money too slowly; it's only by seizing the opportunity to embezzle so national assets that life can be sustained just this way.
And outside the window.
Flap flap—
A seagull quietly flew away.
.....
These big shots, who had just feasted with oil dripping from their mouths, might not have expected the Viscount to arrive so promptly.
As evening approached.
Tap.. tap.. tap..
An unmarked carriage slowly stopped in front of the Georgia Governor's Mansion, escorted by a team of capable and formidable Navy soldiers.
Aiven was the first to step down from the carriage.
Wearing a sharp Major General's uniform, his military boots gleaming, cloak fluttering, and a gold-plated command saber at his waist, his aura was as deep as an abyss.
Turning back, he gentlemanly helped two exceptionally beautiful girls down one by one.
Even now, Annie had yet to grasp what the purpose of this trip was.
In fact, early this morning, the "Storm Horn" had already brought Hawkins, core staff from the rcury Company, and efficient clerks backed by Marquis Yuanfan to advance to Georgia to settle everything.
Aiven had flown directly here with Olivia and his sister, and with Boris's ticulous arrangents, a Viscount's display was not too shabby.
At this mont.
Headed by Governor Child, the big nas of the Upper House and the Peak Official Knight Colonel Robert, the highest commander of the local garrison, were already waiting here.
In the Garrison serving as police duty, apart from Major Martin Christopher and Deputy Commander Aiven, the standard for the highest commander of each colonial capital is Colonel.
Facing the future master of this land, Governor Child stepped forward politely but composedly and shook hands with Aiven:
"Viscount, good day! Welco to Georgia."
As a person trusted by Her Majesty the Queen, after the transfer of the territory, he certainly wouldn't remain, hence he naturally had so confidence facing Aiven.
"Governor, hello again."
Although the ti as Deputy Commander of the New Continent Guard wasn't very long, he was acquainted with Georgia's Governor Child, and could comprehend his mood at this ti.
Colonel Robert, strictly speaking, Aiven's subordinate, was about to salute and greet his superior, but was pre-empted by soone.
Little Moustache Sdley, respectful in posture with an extrely low bow. A successful man, skilled in superficial charm and hidden cunning:
"Viscount, hello! I..."
Unexpectedly, Aiven directly waved him off, his deanor shifting from the previous amicable to sharp-eyed, spoke with a calm tone:
"I'm fine, but I believe you all will be not fine soon."
Sdley felt a jolt in his heart, imdiately realized the unwelco nature of the visitor, and this young man didn't follow the standard routine, and argued strongly:
"It's our first eting, what do you an by those words?"
Aiven paid him no mind, staring at a person in the crowd.
"Mr. Sinir, counterfeit bills, embezzled public funds 2200 Golden Lions."
Then turned to another person:
"Mr. Tim, deliberately caused a fire, privately seized one-third of the colony's grain reserves."
Aiven looked at each big shot of the Upper House, precisely naming each person upon first eting, and after each na, followed with a weighty number.
"Mr. Naiden sold off high-quality steel ingots of 3000 tons from the colony's steel plant for scrap tal prices... Mr. Sdley falsified coal mine output, embezzled the territory's half-year yield, the originally public Castrimo Trading Company was sold at a low price to Jackson Private Trading Company...
Before sunrise tomorrow, fill up the deficits for , or you all go to the garrison prison.
Oh, and when returning, each person pays an additional 3% late fee, any problems?"
Before the Kingdom's ssage reached the New Continent, Aiven's Spirit Body seagulls had been stationed around every big shot.
Though receiving territory, it practically resembled a company acquisition.
During the transfer, most likely causing asset loss involves: confirming liquid assets and fixed assets; clarifying main forces within the territory; recent abnormal transaction situations; stressing debt concerns to avoid becoming a sucker...
Fortunately, Georgia was established last among the six Royal Colonies, with not strong inherent forces.
Or in the eyes of ordinary people, a force difficult to shake, but in Aiven's current perspective where gangs and official forces have ford, well, it's just that.
"No... no problem, rest assured, sir."
The reply was sowhat stamring, the impact of this barrage of words on them was palpable.
Plink... plink...
Even though it was barely early June, bean-sized sweat beads dripped from these bigwigs' foreheads.
They laugh at themselves for imagining grabbing a bite of at when they had long been found out. With numbers already stated, would evidence still be lacking?
Swish—
Aiven, uninterested in giving them another look, flicked his cloak behind him, and strode into the Governor's Mansion.
Olivia and the thoughtful Anita lifted their skirts and followed closely behind.
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