The fat clerk trembled on the ground, looking up at Hajin with wide eyes before a desperate sneer forced its way onto his face. He pushed himself onto his knees, his hands shaking while he attempted to regain some semblance of authority.
"You cannot just fire us," he stammered, his voice cracking slightly, "that is not how this region works, My Lord."
Hajin stared down at the sweating man, crossing his arms over his chest while Loccy let out a low growl beside him.
The greasy-haired clerk quickly joined in, sensing an opening to manipulate the young noble.
"The local houses handle the employment of the registry," the thin clerk explained, wiping dust from his coat, "the ledgers are incredibly complex, taking years of training to even understand the basic tax codes."
