Jefferson sat in the seat of honor, his presence imposing even without anger.
"Smith, do you really think City Lord Dole doesn't concern himself with anything?"
The middle-aged Smith stood below him. Smiling faintly, he slowly said, "The fact that I was able to reach my current position says enough. I'm your deputy now, and I have this project in hand. It was proposed by a noble family from the Empire, and they'll provide Albis City with many opportunities. Once this chance passes, it'll be gone. I want to seize it too."
Jefferson gave a cold laugh. "Smith, everyone knows how you got to where you are today. I'll say this once more: if you want to divert those funds, sell that plot of land to someone else, or appropriate that portion of the money, I advise you to think it over carefully. And as for that money, I only hold one-third of the authority over it. If you want to touch it, you'll have to persuade the others as well. As for the families in the Imperial Capital, whether it's the Edward Family or any other family, Wizard Dole doesn't care much about them."
Hearing this, Smith sneered inwardly.
Dole truly did not care. He was already level eight—who could he possibly care about? Unless a level nine made a move, no one could do anything to him. Smith had already found ways to bribe most of the officials in the Ministry of Commerce. As long as they could lay hands on this money, they could continue nibbling away at those officials and find a way to corrupt Albis Mountain.
They had already shaken Dole's popular support somewhat. The formulation of certain policies had begun to touch upon the interests of ordinary people, so they needed to continue testing