Half an hour later, after listening to Belder's report, a gratified smile appeared on Velin's face, and he said with a laugh, "You've worked hard all these years."
Hearing this, Belder closed the documents in his hands and said calmly, "So, Lord, you..."
Before Belder could finish, Velin spoke first. "I've taken a very large stretch of land, and I happen to be short of loyal, capable people with enough seniority to govern it."
"My chief steward, I wonder if you have any suitable candidates."
"Lord, I recommend Andrew." Belder hardened his heart and immediately sold out his teammate. He bowed slightly and spoke bluntly.
Andrew, who had been standing off to the side pretending to be invisible, turned his head to look at his captain, his face full of astonishment.
Before selling out a teammate, shouldn't he at least go through the motions first—like giving a reason, and only then selling him out?
Belder simply pretended not to see the stunned look on Andrew's face.
As the saying went, if you didn't want to suffer yourself, you could only make your teammate suffer.
As for the reasons, they would just be empty words anyway. No need to say them.
"But I have other arrangements for Andrew." Velin stared at Belder and said unhurriedly.
"Then Randolph."
"I have other arrangements for him as well."
Seeing the faintly smiling look on his lord's face, Belder had already guessed something in his heart, but outwardly he remained unmoved and said, "In that case, then this subordinate recommends Orlando."
"He's the future minister of military affairs, so he's not suitable either."
"Duke."
Velin shook his head slightly and said with a smile, "A pity, but he doesn't have enough seniority."
"Then I'll recommend..."
"Lord, I have a candidate here," Andrew suddenly said to