Chapter 722

Planetary governors were usually obscenely decadent and arrogant, and most of them were little emperors on the worlds they administered. The news they least wanted to hear was probably that an Inquisitor or an Imperial tithe force had arrived on their planet.

However, Mokohulita's planetary governor, Talan No, was not among them.

Outwardly, he was a dark, thin middle-aged man with a goatee, stern-faced and unsmiling. Since inheriting his father's position, he had spent forty-three years in the office of planetary governor. He was sixty-seven this year, but he still looked as young as he had at forty.

There was no need to ask; that was thanks to juvenat treatments. Slowing aging, or even extending life, was not difficult for planetary governors. But his reason for undergoing juvenat treatments was very simple. It was not for his own enjoyment, but to make Mokohulita better.

Here, he was deeply respected—and the reason for that respect was not his status, but his noble character.

At that moment, the governor was seated in his office, which was piled high with documents, handling affairs of state. Unlike most planetary governors, he dealt with the majority of local matters himself rather than handing them to government officials. Talan No did not trust many of the local officials. In his eyes, they were rotten to the core.

If he found an opportunity, even the smallest scrap of evidence proving they had embezzled funds, Talan No would not let a single one of them off.

He had understood long ago that not everyone served the Empire as wholeheartedly as he did, but he still had not expected them to become this brazen. Since twenty years ago, corruption on Mokohulita had grown increasingly severe, and even he did not understand why it had turned out this way.

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