Knight Portman, who was in charge of all militia affairs within the territory, couldn't help but retort:
"I haven't even mentioned the severe shortage of militia numbers between our rapidly expanding farms, you can't just make such outrageous demands! It would already be much if five thousand useful individuals could be refined out of fifty thousand scumbags, and that's nowhere near enough for us to divide among ourselves!
Besides, Madam Jules hasn't even spoken up yet, aren't we even more in need of medical soldiers?
What turn is it for a chef to speak here?"
Seeing that her "top brass" subordinates were about to quarrel, and Miss Palian was eagerly waiting to "join the battlefield," Milian immediately felt a headache coming on.
As the governor, she understood all too well the real intentions of these over-ambitious folks under her command.
They were not just asking for talents for the sake of the territory's development, but for the sake of their own careers as well.
