I asked Sir Bernard. Fortunately, neither the mining planet nor the agricultural planet has anything to do with the local nobles.

The benefits of this group of wastes who compete for power are unexpectedly reflected here. They are completely incompetent in management and operation, and they have outsourced the management rights of these branch planets very early. As for the management rights, it is even more of a joke.

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In the Governor's Mansion, apart from the photos of the heads of the security forces of the two planets, I didn't even see them in person. From beginning to end, they only served the real BOSS who contracted these businesses.

And I happen to know this person, the rogue trader Sidney, he is really an old acquaintance...

What makes me even more heavy-hearted is another thing that I cannot tell anyone: that seed sprouted.

In the morning, I saw the place where there should not be any vegetation. Under the sacred light of the sun passing through the church-style painted glass windows, the beauty of life contained in the green leaves of the buds that broke out of the ground.

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But my hair stands on end because I know what the price is! I don’t even need confirmation to know that there must be a corpse lying under this black soil!

Who did it? No, who knew this condition? Who else was present besides Bernard when he met the rogue trader?

Mechanical Priest Constance? No, he has no need for this thing. Then the only one left is my guard leader, Captain Pearson, who followed me all the way out of the mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

From the perspective of demand, he does have reason to do so. He has served for 60 years and fought more than 200 times, and the scars on his body have always been his glory, not a burden.

And most of the most exaggerated scars on his body were left to protect me. I really don’t want it to be him...

Pearson finally admitted it, and we had the most serious conflict since arriving on this planet. The reason was the above.

I cannot accept such an evil act happening around me, but I also cannot send my comrades to the Inquisition. We choose to resolve it internally.

All 155 brothers were called to the banquet hall by me, and then they chose sides between me and Pearson.

Fortunately, most people chose me in the end. Pierson swallowed a gun and committed suicide in despair. His remaining subordinates who participated in this sacrilegious ritual were also surrounded and suppressed by us in the later battle.

After the battle, I blocked the banquet hall and announced to the outside world that I particularly disliked the decoration style of this hall.

No one asked about such sudden and obvious personnel changes and vacancies after I explained them.
Chapter completed!