"Compared to last year, the population of Treya Province increased by 573,755, and grain production increased..."
With every item read aloud, everyone sat a little straighter.
They had all contributed to these achievements.
But the officials who had been removed were also countless. The Inspectorate's ubiquitous undercover agents were swords hanging over their heads. Friends, subordinates, and even comrades on the battlefield could be undercover agents of the Inspectorate.
Until now, they had lived every day in fear and trepidation. Fortunately, their colleagues in the other provinces would soon get to enjoy these bitter days as well.
When that happened, it would surely divide the Inspectorate's attention, and their own lives would become much easier.
"...That concludes all the administrative statistics for Treya Province this year."
After finishing the reading, the clerk stepped back behind Belder, took out some documents, and recorded the proceedings.
Seated at the head of the hall, Belder looked at everyone and said in a mild tone, "The fact that you can sit here today means you are all clean and have all been doing your work diligently."
"The salaries the Qixing Army pays you are paid in full, without the slightest deduction."
"Furthermore, the Qixing Army has not forbidden you from engaging in business."
"Given such favorable treatment, I hope you will maintain this attitude in the future."
"When the blade falls, I do not want to hear you shouting about how you shed blood for the Qixing Army or contributed to the Supreme Commander."
As his words fell, a murderous chill swept through the entire hall.
More than a hundred officials placed their right hands over their chests and said in unison, "We will remember your teachings, sir."
"All right, you may leave. There will be a banquet tonight. Make sure you all attend."