The four former elders of the Xin Tribe stared wide-eyed, their faces filled with disbelief.
To be fair, when the Xin Tribe had previously dealt with the Han Tribe, they had learned that the Han Tribe possessed many territories, and that the most powerful official position was the Prefect. As for what that fake adviser just now actually did, they had no idea, so they had not paid it much attention.
But they had never imagined that the Chieftain of the Han Tribe would generously grant one of them the position of Prefect. Even though it was Elder of Construction, who was not particularly well-liked, that did nothing to lessen their astonishment.
Even Elder of Construction himself was the same. He knew that, in truth, he rather favored the Han Tribe. It was not only because of the Han Tribe's superb construction techniques, but also because of its various cultural achievements.
Combined with the way the Han Tribe's envoys and officials usually treated him, he knew that the Han Tribe viewed him favorably. Thus, he might not have to die—but he had absolutely never expected the Han Tribe to arrange a position as Prefect for him. It was far more powerful than his position as Elder of Construction in the Xin Tribe.
The Prefect was in charge of every matter within an entire commandery—not only governmental affairs, but also a certain amount of military authority. Such a high-ranking local official had actually fallen into his lap. How could he not be shocked?
"Elder of Construction, Old Zhu, what are you still standing there for? Hurry up and go forward to receive your appointment decree!"
While Elder of Construction was still standing there in a daze, Iron Anvil could not help reminding him from the side.
"Oh!"
Zhu Ping came back