"Yes, my lord," Levandor nodded. "Only those who became part of Qixing Territory and sincerely supported you could live in the city."
"Most of Yolia Island's taxes, military service, and production were also contributed by them."
"I'm increasingly feeling that keeping you here is a waste of your talents," Velin remarked.
"These are merely the duties I should fulfill." Levandor spoke respectfully. "Wherever you place me, I will take responsibility for the affairs there."
"What about you, Kyle?"
Velin asked half-jokingly, "After all, Master Levandor is one of your people. You won't blame me if I transfer him elsewhere, will you?"
"My lord, he is the Archon of the Star Moon Department and your subordinate. You may assign him however you wish." Kyle smiled as he answered.
"Hahaha, when I transfer Master Levandor later, just don't come block my door like Belder did," Velin said with a laugh.
"My lord, if I wanted to, I wouldn't need to block your door," Kyle replied.
"Let's not talk about that. Let's not talk about that," Velin said hurriedly.
If Kyle wanted to block a door, it would be far too easy.
Still, Kyle had never done such a thing over the years, and presumably never would in the future.
After all, one Belder was enough in Qixing Territory. There was no need for another.
Upon arriving at the Governor's Mansion, Levandor stepped down from the carriage, made an inviting gesture, and said, "My lord, Sir Kyle, please."
"Master Levandor, there's no need to be so formal. Just treat this as a visit," Velin said somewhat helplessly. He stepped down from the carriage, walked up to Levandor, and pressed his raised hand back to his side.
"I am your subordinate. On occasions like this, I cannot abandon the most basic distinction between superior