In the Marquis's Office, Qing Chen sat behind the desk, while the real master, Bolton, lounged on the sofa with his feet up on the coffee table.
"Investigate, I give you the power to investigate!" Marquis Bolton said with great certainty.
"Isn't this inappropriate," Qing Chen asked hesitantly, "Shouldn't promotions and dismissals at the outpost base follow official procedures?"
It seemed a bit too hasty.
But the handsome Marquis waved his hand and said, "There's nothing hasty about it. I am the highest officer at this outpost base, holding the authority to apply for merits and the power of life and death over everyone. As long as you can find the termites in the outpost base and gather solid evidence, I can report to Central Royal City. During wartime, I can act first and report later. If anyone comes for me, I'll go to my wife... Actually, even if I don't, no one can touch me."
Qing Chen thought to himself that last explanation was really unnecessary.
