Recruitment Certificate

The bandits couldn't resist ridiculing the Prefect Lord, deriding him as a mere bookworm—pedantic, absurd, and ignorant. They wondered if he had only ascended to his position this year. While they roamed the mountains, the Prefect Lord was likely burning the midnight oil, buried in his books!

To think he had the audacity to issue such proclamations to them—it must have been a strain for him to fill a piece of paper with such nonsense.

They yearned to descend the mountain immediately and teach that reckless Prefect Lord a lesson, to show him the boundaries of his speech.

What a load of rubbish, this so-called "recruitment"! They felt insulted by such words!

If they didn't know that the Prefect Lord had a handful of constables and subordinates skilled in martial arts, if they weren't aware of their grasp of the Imperial Court's constraints, they wouldn't have hesitated to raid Anze Province, let alone venture into the government office to stir up trouble.