In addition to the naval representatives, another important "stranger" at the meeting was Marshal Rory Figueredo, who wore the black armor of the Ministry of Justice and a heavy fur coat, with a expressionless face, as if he was as rigid as the Great Trial Book at his waist. He was in charge of the Sagan Galaxy and several "branches" of the surrounding galaxies, and also held a fleet of legal departments composed of three Punisher-class strike cruisers and several small ships.
Then there was Mrs. Tanatus Loyd of the Star Language Hall, who was in charge of the Star Language Choir of the main star of Sagan. She was a cold and thin woman wearing a light blue robe, her white hair was tied into a braid with ropes and dangled on her back, and her eyes were covered with black cloth strips.
There was also the chubby Patriarch Sagan, St. Dalton, whose white robe-wrapped body was surrounded by a group of priests, with a heavy confession stone tied around their necks, looking pale and exhausted.
The rest are three representatives of the casting world, wearing red robes, the mechanical brackets of their limbs hissing as they move, and various clustered crystal prosthetics and optical devices emit faint light like burning coal under the hood. These strange mechanical priests are also indispensable, but they almost never speak, or speak in a state that ordinary people can understand.
Besides that, the others are officials from the Ministry of the Interior and Military Affairs, who are trying hard to look like a family.
At first glance, there were hundreds of names and faces in total. With Soshiyan's memory and attention to details, he could definitely remember them, and he knew that this information would be useful at some point.
As everyone was watching, he stopped at the holographic table and placed his hands on it.
"My gentlemen and ladies, commanders and respectable priests, are delighted to see that you can serve the Emperor with such enthusiasm and vitality."
As he said that, Soshiyan paused for a moment, allowing the applause and the slap of the table to echo in the crowd.
"I also want to pay tribute to the fearless Astral Army and Navy. Over the years, it was the brave warriors who protected the emperor's territory and paid their lives for it."
Another round of applause, this time even louder, Soshyan received nods from the commanders of the Astral Army and the Navy Commanders and responded to them in the same way.
As the applause gradually subsided, the leader of the Ministry of Internal Affairs delegation raised the official cane, Soshiyan stopped his prepared speech and made a polite gesture to the Chief Executive, signaling him to continue.
The tall and thin man in a long robe cleared his throat and bowed deeply.
"Before you continue your speech, Your Excellency Commander of the Supreme Lord, on behalf of all the people of the Sagan Galaxy, we will always be grateful for this expedition led by you. We have been tortured by heretic pirates over the years. For our redemption, we thank the Emperor and thank you."
It was so stingy that Soshiyan wanted to frown at these words, but he did not express it.
"Chief Executive Officer Junot Rigo, is that?"
The administrator nodded, obviously very happy to be recognized by such a noble commander of the battle.
"I and the other soldiers thank you for your gratitude."
Soshiyan smiled gently,
"I'm very happy to see that this galaxy still looks orderly, and I hope you can give me more help in the next step of raising war materials and establishing logistics storage."
Upon hearing this, the Interior Ministry officials hesitated for a moment and then said:
"About this... I have to report some things."
"Please say it."
"The Sagan Galaxy is an important eleventh tax distribution center at the Great Vortex node. Every day, more ships arrive from the extreme star field, bringing eleventh tax and trade materials waiting for inspection - they need to be processed faster in the galaxy and all transferred to the edge of the planet. Some eleventh tax fleets have been anchored for several weeks and have nothing to do, just to wait for release. This has put a lot of pressure on us, if we cannot pay eleventh tax regularly..."
Soshyan frowned and looked at Major General Santos Vaughn, who was in charge of the security of the galaxy. He was also the commander of the Sagan Patrol Fleet, commanding a small fleet of three light cruisers and frigates. He was only forty years old, handsome and charming, even though his left face was covered with scars.
He is also the nephew of Count Stend Vaughan.
"Major General Santos Vaughn, can you explain it?"
The other party coughed twice and said:
"Supreme Lord Commander, we strictly inspect all ships in accordance with the highest martial law order you have requested. However, you may not know about the situation of the Eleventh Tax Fleet. In order to save costs, the Ministry of the Interior often entrusts merchant fleets to carry out this business. Many of those merchant ships have been suspected of smuggling trade and may even have an affair with heretics, so we cannot let it pass quickly."
Soshyan turned back to look at Junot Rigo, the other party coughed awkwardly, and then defended:
"Sir, I promise that the fleet that enforces the eleventh tax must be loyal. Perhaps they have done other businesses in the past, but I feel that there is a double standard in Major General Santos Vaughn's words, when honest and loyal merchants are suspected of their past transactions, I'm sorry, hundreds of noble families of the Sagan star have served the traitors."
If you continue, this topic is very dangerous and is very likely to cause the meeting to become mutual attacks by different factions. Soshiyan immediately spoke and stopped him:
"We are only discussing the matter of the Eleventh Tax Fleet now, and don't mention the old things again."
Junot Rigo hurriedly bowed.
"Not that intention."
"But the Chief Executive is also reasonable."
The regional minister of the Ministry of Military Affairs suddenly spoke up that although he was wearing the Star Army uniform, he was not a soldier, but a civilian.
"The eleventh tax is the most sacred and most important thing in the empire. Nothing has priority over it. We must remove any obstacles... One of the major crimes of the traitor Huron at that time was to interfere with the empire's eleventh tax collection."
"Minister Reus."
Soshiyang slowly said the other person's name, then turned to look at him, and said in a plain tone:
"Do you want to threaten me with the example of Huron?"
"Don't dare!"
The man quickly lowered his head.
Soshiyan was too lazy to take his lips and tongue, and looked at Santos Vaughan.
"Then let the Eleventh Tax Fleet be released directly. In the future, all the Eleventh Tax Fleets will not need to be checked and passed."
Chapter completed!