The news that a large number of spies had come to confess in the confessionals of State Religion cathedrals across the various regions was quickly relayed to Zhou Xu.
Zhou Xu was not surprised in the slightest by this situation.
With so many immigrants brought over, it would have been strange if Peter had not planted a few spies among them.
Zhou Xu remained completely indifferent to it.
Just as he had planned from the beginning, these laborers had now moved far away from the Northeast Region. In other words, under normal circumstances, they were unlikely to come into contact with anyone from the Rakshasa Republican Party again.
At the same time, from a military standpoint, let alone the Rakshasa Republican Party—even the Smith Republic was no longer worth mentioning in his eyes.
The gap in strength between the two sides was right there. How could a few spies possibly turn the tide?
Not to mention, had these so-called "spies" received any professional training? How capable could they be?
When all was said and done, weren't they merely ducks being driven onto the scaffold?
Every one of the spies who had gone to confess had told the whole truth, laying out all those sordid affairs in crystal-clear detail.
"His Majesty, this is a letter sent by Councilor Peter of the Rakshasa Republican Party."
On a new day, Zhou Xu was filled with speechlessness as he looked at the letter his personal guard had presented.
"Day in and day out, those two really never seem to stop."
The personal guards around him no longer referred to the other side as the "Smith Republic." Instead, they plainly called them the "Rakshasa Republican Party" and the "Smith Party," which was much clearer.
Zhou Xu took the letter and casually scanned it.
Unsurprisingly, it