As Bradak's footsteps faded at the end of the corridor, Horn leaned back in his chair.
Rubbing his temples with his fingers, Horn couldn't help but sigh, "It seems the waters of Leia are about to get muddied again."
Jeanne, who was tidying the manuscripts and account books on the table, paused upon hearing this, "Who knows how many people will be displaced this time..."
"Displacement is good," Jia Li said with a disdainful smile as she organized the lists, "Once they're displaced, they'll appreciate the Holy Alliance and come running to us.
Just look at Bradak and the others, they think their broken city is worth so much gold."
Jeanne raised her head and glared at Jia Li, "How can you be so selfish? They're living, breathing people!"
"People?" Jia Li raised an eyebrow, a cold smile on her lips, "Are they people of the Holy Alliance now?
When they hold the Holy Alliance's household registration and farm its lands, I'll naturally consider them our people.
