Three days later, at the Qixing Camp garrison, an officer entered the camp tent, came before Cassius's desk, knelt on one knee, and reported, "General, Sir Kyle is here!"
"Hmm?"
Cassius, who was calculating this month's military supplies, was filled with question marks upon hearing his subordinate's report.
Could someone in my army be embezzling military supplies?
The low-rank Gold Warrior standing nearby heard this, leaned in to report in a low voice, "General, no matter what, you should invite Sir Kyle in first."
Hearing this, Cassius stood up and instructed the kneeling officer, "Transmit my order, have all officers of company rank and above come to my tent immediately."
"Yes, General." The officer answered loudly, then stood up and left the tent.
"Lemir."
The low-rank Gold Warrior standing on the left stepped forward, struck his chest, and saluted, "General."
"Go and check the accounts immediately. I need to know the whereabouts of all supplies over the past half year. Once you find anything amiss, arrest the person in charge directly."
"Yes, General."
"Wendor."
The low-rank Gold Warrior on the right bowed and saluted, "General, what are your orders?"
"Tidy up. Before I bring people in, seal up these documents properly."
"Yes."
Cassius did not know why Kyle had come, but he could be certain it was definitely no small matter.
Walking out of the tent, the solemn expression on Cassius's face vanished instantly, replaced by a calm demeanor.
The two low-rank Silver Warriors guarding the entrance of the tent saw the general's figure and immediately followed.
As bodyguards, they needed to stay within a foot at all times, barring the general's orders.
At the main camp entrance, Kyle stood on a stone tablet, looking at the text recorded upon it detailing all the wars Qixing Camp had participated in