"I will dedicate everything I have to the people who trust ."
"If I break this oath, I shall be condemned by the heavens...!"
Upon hearing these words, the faces of so rchant oligarchs in the audience visibly darkened.
The reason they stood against Mokaka and tried desperately to stop this young girl from coming to power was their fear of being taxed more heavily, wasn't it?
The forr mayor, Kars, was too lenient on them, waiving taxes whenever possible and turning a blind eye to their bullying behavior.
But now, with Mokaka taking the stage, she wants to make an example of them...
The lawless good tis they once enjoyed are likely gone forever.
Therefore, it's only natural that they silently cursed Mokaka's ancestors through to her eighteenth generation.
However, compared to these people, the majority of the guests present couldn't help but clap, casting approving glances at Mokaka.
This era boasts an abundance of young prodigies, and they wouldn't underestimate the young girl or think of her as easily manipulated, like a pushover.
Anyone who can break through among countless voters to beco a city's mayor is no simple character; either they are exceptionally talented, or they have a massive backing... or both.
Even the previous mayor, Kars, who died from a life of excessive indulgence, was a notable hero 70 years ago, a legendary veteran who survived the Corporate Wars and garnered the support of at least half of Lower City's population before becoming mayor.
Youth, in this era, is not a disadvantage but an advantage.
They sincerely admire Mokaka.
However, just as various dia outlets took turns congratulating Mokaka, a soldier in an army officer's green coat suddenly pushed through the crowd, shoving aside the reporters in his way, and approached Mokaka directly.
Those reporters initially wanted to get angry out of instinct, but seeing the rank insignia on the soldier's shoulder, they imdiately backed down, obediently retreating to the side, not daring to make a sound.
As for the others, they all respectfully bowed their heads, avoiding direct eye contact with the soldier.
A single star with two wheat spikes on a green background—this is the insignia of an army lieutenant general.
And at this mont, there is only one lieutenant general who could be present in Lower District.
The Commander of Lower District's garrison forces, the military's lieutenant general commanding the entire Lower City's army corps—Tang Yue.
Generally speaking, when mayors of districts take office, they need to receive the allegiance of the highest commander of the district's garrison forces to beco a mayor with genuine authority.
Usually, commanders wouldn't make things difficult for the mayor; they might exchange a few polite words and complete the allegiance ceremony.
After all, the administrative head's power always surpasses that of the military commander, and even the military doesn't wish to offend a Lord of the City.
However, at this mont, everyone present sensed that Commander Tang Yue's visit was perhaps not rely to complete a small allegiance ceremony.
He carried with him the pride of a soldier.
"Your Excellency."
Tang Yue knelt on one knee before Mokaka, assuming a posture of allegiance, yet he did not imdiately recite the oath. Instead, he looked up and made direct eye contact with Mokaka.
"I'm a straightforward man and not one for the roundabout ways of literati, so I will speak my mind directly."
"Right now, I and the military wish to understand two things from you."
He extended his hand and showed a "2" gesture.
"First, I wish to know the attitude that you and your supporters hold towards the military."
"Is it friendly? Hostile? Or... disdainful?"
"Second."
He paused, allowing Mokaka ample ti to think.
"If the military chooses to support you 'without reservation', what will the military gain in return?"
"Please give us a straightforward answer."
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