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In the lord's palace of Yantie City,

The administrator, sitting behind his desk, had a gloomy expression.

He was listening to a report from Cyril, the city's garrison commander.

"Sir, this is how it is."

"My subordinates have failed in their duties, thus losing their responsibility as city guard commander and their knightly honor."

"I implore you to relieve me of my post and allow me to return to being a soldier."

"Step by step, we rebuild our knightly honor from the humblest of positions."

The administrator, smoking a cigar, pushed up his round-framed glasses.

He surveyed his subordinates who had entered a new realm.

He suppressed the anger in his heart.

These are turbulent times; Ironclad City is riddled with problems.

Beset by internal and external troubles, it is not appropriate to impose severe punishment.

In order to win over the hearts of the people, he even had to reward them handsomely, which was the only way to keep the stubborn Cyril in line.

Continue to use it for your own purposes.

The administrator, who was well-versed in the art of personnel management, quickly changed his gloomy expression.

It quickly turned into a kind smile.

He reprimanded like a patriarch:

"Cyril, you're such a stubborn person."

"Who said you're incompetent?"

"In my opinion, that's already the safest way to handle it."

As he spoke, he stepped down from his seat and patted the city guard commander on the shoulder.

"Not only will I not remove you from your post, but I will also officially knight you."

"It will free you from the pre-existing title, giving you the true right to be recognized."

"This..." Cyril was stunned by the administrator's words.

He hurriedly waved his hands, saying, "No, no."

"Sir, your decision is too hasty."

"Now my reputation is ruined, and I am the laughingstock of the whole city."

"If you get a permanent position, it will definitely affect your prestige."

The administrator smiled nonchalantly, put his hands behind his back, and looked out the window.

"It's alright. I've governed this city for 20 years and have great confidence in the people under my rule."

"Just one announcement is needed."

"They say you were framed and embarrassed by cult members while trying to protect the town's residents."

"But he ultimately broke through the tide and annihilated the cult, thus being promoted to knight."

"Then all the rumors and gossip in the town will be disproven."

His words seemed to possess a magical power.

Cyril was shaken:

"But......,"

"Sir, we haven't yet determined whether that group is a cult."

"Isn't this too arbitrary?"

The administrator, whose back was to the city guard commander, slightly turned his head, a cold glint flashing in his glasses:

"You will hang that bald man's corpse in the execution ground within the city in a moment."

"Let's see if people will think he's not a cultist."

"If most people think so, then it must be so."

The administrator confidently gave the answer.

This silenced even the ruthless Cyril.

With that bald man's sinister makeup, any normal person would probably mistake him for a cult member.

Given the power he unleashed, it's indeed hard to refute.

Seeing Cyril remain silent, the administrator turned around and said earnestly:

"I know you're conflicted about the truth."

"But time is limited now. We need to calm the town, which is rife with rumors, and give the panicked residents a sense of security."

"This is the responsibility a knight should shoulder."

The administrator spoke with heartfelt sincerity.

He even grasped the shoulder of the city guard commander.

"Cyril, Iron City cannot lose any guardian, especially you who have just broken through to the Bronze rank."

"Do you understand?"

I felt the administrator's hand exert a slight pressure.

The blond Cyril felt a slight jolt in his heart.

He felt a heavy responsibility.

As the administrator's large hand landed on his shoulder...

I was indeed being too serious and forgot that the town might still be in danger.

As a knight, it was his duty to protect the safety of the town's residents.

Let that corpse serve as evidence to shock the entire city.

Break free from inner struggles,

Cyril regained the confidence that belonged unique to the city guard commander.

He pounded his chest with his fist and assured them:

"I understand, sir."

"I will faithfully perform my duty and defend the peace of the town with the honor of a knight!"

"Good, very good." The administrator laughed heartily.

He returned to his seat and began writing the official knighthood.

Just then, there was a knock on the office door.

"Knock knock knock..."

"Sir, the caravan has returned."

"They say they rescued a special person from the goblins."

"Should we see them?"

The administrator, who had stopped writing, raised an eyebrow.

The quill pen tapped the paper on the table.

After a moment's thought, he rushed out the door and gave the order:

"Bring them over; I need to learn more about the Nest of Life."

"Yes, please wait a moment." The closed door quickly fell silent.

Standing in the office, Cyril asked in surprise:

"My lord, I just heard the word 'goblin,' and you also mentioned 'the Nest of Life.'"

"Could it be in the wild...?"

He hesitated, sensing that things were getting increasingly complicated.

The situation in the city itself is already overwhelming enough.

Unexpectedly, there were even more troublesome problems.

The administrator, smoking a cigar, exhaled a long puff of smoke.

He acknowledged Cyril's conjecture.

"That's right, there may actually be a breeding nest in the wild."

"However, to verify its authenticity, I have already sent people to investigate."

"This information is currently under wraps."

Behind his calm words lay other motives.

But to Cyril, this sounded like...

That is the magistrate carrying a heavy burden.

They carried an immense burden of pressure.

He was already overwhelmed just dealing with the black market in the lower city.

A strong sense of shame welled up inside him, causing him to clench his fists.

I silently vowed to become stronger.

Otherwise, everything we want to protect will become empty talk.

Several minutes have passed.

There was another knock on the office door.

This time, the administrator didn't wait for the soldiers to speak before saying, "Please come in."

Calvin led Leah and Scarface straight in.

"Sir, we have completed the task you assigned us."

The bearded man first bowed.

He then gestured for Leah to hand over the bloodstained bag.

As the pocket opened,

The goblin's unique green head was revealed to everyone.

The city guard commander's pupils contracted after just one glance.

I now understand the truth of the matter.

"Calvin, thank you for your hard work."

The administrator put down his quill pen, crossed his fingers in front of his chest, and assured him:

"I will keep my promise to you after the brooding nest is taken care of."

"Then report it to the kingdom."

"I believe we will receive a satisfactory answer soon."

He reassured the two men in the caravan.

Tell them to calm down.

After all, this matter cannot be rushed.

Calvin naturally understood this.

He's waited all these years, so what's a few more months?

So, going along with it, I offered a couple of flattering words:

"Thank you for your understanding, sir. The best answer would be for the truth of the mine disaster to be revealed."

"On behalf of all the miners' families, I look forward to the day when the truth comes to light."

The administrator behind the desk had a slight upturn at the corner of his mouth.

The ten fingers moved rhythmically.

"Believe me, that day is not far away."

He changed the subject and looked at the calm and collected scarred man.

"Is this the special person you were talking about?"

"It does look quite unique..."