Ethan and Elena moved swiftly to the room Lieutenant Fern indicated and pushed the door open.
Inside, stacks of raw jade and several antiques lay scattered across the floor, some still half-wrapped in cloth.
Their brows lifted slightly, and both turned their gazes to Lieutenant Fern, silently demanding an explanation for the damaged items that were far from the promised quality.
Looking embarrassed, Fern walked toward them, his hands clasped tightly.
"I tried my best to secure high-quality pieces, but the higher-ups wouldn't allow it. I know it sounds like a poor excuse, but please... accept these for now. I promise I'll repay the rest."
Instead of relying on the government, Fern would rather shoulder the responsibility himself—a gesture that earned a flicker of respect in Ethan's eyes.
"Alright," Elena said calmly, her gaze sweeping over the distressed soldiers nearby. "I'll accept it for now."
'You can repay the rest... once I make you all my subordinates.'
