Chapter 409: "Dividing the Spoils" and Rewarding Merits!

Giant Stone City.

In the meeting room on the third floor of the city hall, the long conference table was eerily silent, with only the occasional falling ash from a cigarette and the perpetual scent of nicotine hanging in the air.

The Army had left.

Or rather, it had fled with its tail between its legs and would likely be too preoccupied to pay attention to River Valley Province for quite some time.

This should have been a cause for celebration.

However...

The people sitting at the conference table could not feel any joy.

At the moment, the atmosphere in the meeting room was so heavy that it felt less like a meeting and more like a funeral.

The only thing that seemed out of place in this funeral-like atmosphere was probably the brown shirt that Duron wore inside out beneath his black coat.

It was only when he sat down here that he realized his mistake, but it was too late to change, so he kept fidgeting with the collar of his coat.