"I-I...?" The police chief hesitated, pointing towards himself in confusion. He kept blinking, trying to process whether Marcus had truly chosen him to join his estate. Not only that, but he had received a personally written letter appointing him as the chief of guards within that territory.
Naturally, given its status as an area of curiosity, the system employed was widely known. It was characterized by an enablement structure that shared fundamental similarities across most territories, following a feudal system model.
In this context, the guards who patrolled the territory at night were regarded as the backbone of security, unlike in free cities where a standing military force existed.
The situation felt akin to obtaining a similar position in the Croesus territory, where he would serve as the chief of guards—just as he was now a police chief in his own city. However, there was a stark difference between holding the title of police chief of Sector 18 in City A and that of a noble territory, particularly within the Croesus family estate.
A pressing question arose: why had he been selected for such an esteemed position when other qualified individuals were diligently showcasing their achievements, most notably those in City C? The latter had produced numerous police chiefs who had transitioned into guards within the Kingdom of Thaloris, all thanks to their hard work and successful accomplishments.
Indeed, the appointment of numerous police chiefs from City C to serve as guards in the Kingdom of Thaloris had established a noteworthy precedent, positioning this city as the top choice for any candidate eager to take the police examination.
Many aspired to join the ranks of City C's police force, where, through sheer dedication and hard work, they eventually climbed to the esteemed rank of police chief. They hoped that such a promotion would lead to further appointments within the noble territories, allowing them to build a better life for themselves.
While not every candidate found success, City C enjoyed an impressively low crime rate of only five percent. This achievement was primarily due to the officers' steadfast commitment to proving their worth. They approached their responsibilities with unwavering honesty and tenacity, relentlessly capturing criminals in their quest to secure positions in the noble territories.
In stark contrast, Matthew found himself in City A, where he had not excelled in his examinations. Although the city was alive with thriving sectors in Information, Engineering, and Technology (IET) and other emerging fields, it was far from the first choice for aspiring police candidates.
"Huh? What is happening here?" This unexpected question broke the stillness of the moment, emanating from Dr. Wen as he stepped out of the surgery room, having just completed a complex surgery entirely on his own, without even the assistance of a nurse.
Upon arriving outside, he turned his gaze toward a scene unfolding before him, where several police officers were directing individuals out of the hall amidst a rising protest. His attention was drawn to a man who appeared to be from an influential background; the expensive clothing and distinct aura he exuded made it clear.
"D-Dr. Wen?!"
Moreover, they had become acutely aware of Marcus's values—he was a man of principle, one who valued honesty and prioritized those who were dedicated to their work.
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"Whatever," Avendial muttered as he handed a letter to Matthew. With a trembling hand, Matthew grasped it, astonishment washing over him.
In that moment, he held the aspirations of millions of citizens and countless candidates who wished to join the Kingdom of Thaloris, particularly those associated with seven major noble families—among them, Marquess Croceaus, who ranked third after the duchies.
"Shift the patients to another hospital," Avendial instructed. He had already assigned this task to the Sertsul family, but it was imperative that he acted swiftly.
He had no intention of wasting his time dealing with individuals who wouldn't yield any worthwhile investment in return.
Consequently, his focus remained trained on finding those he deemed worthy of his attention, not to become the center of praise and attention of many people.
"Yes, we will do that." Hearing the Marquess's order, the hospital staff, for a moment, thought how they had definitely offended him by running away from the operating theater. But now, hearing his words, without even thinking, they instantly noted. Not only did they realize that he had just told them to empty the hospital of patients.
Ethically, it was cruel to just throw out a patient in mid-treatment, but Avendial had just ordered something reckless only to get the hospital empty.
"Huh? Empty the hospital? What—" Dr. Wen suddenly hearing the instruction from that man and then all the staff members moving and sprinting towards the corridor felt confused, not understanding exactly what they were trying to do.
Though he had definitely heard this man instructing them to empty the hospital, why were the hospital staff taking his words seriously?
Like, wasn't that man only joking?