The three of them drank heartily, and for the moment, no one brought up anything that would ruin the mood.
They sat casually, drinking and chatting, mostly about things they had seen and heard, strange tales and the like. But wine eventually ran out, and once it did, Dragon could no longer hold back and spoke first.
Dragon invited Vegapunk to join the Revolutionary Army first, offering excellent terms. His status would even be equal to Dragon's, though their areas of responsibility would differ. In Vegapunk's domain, even Dragon had no right to interfere; he could only offer suggestions and discuss matters with him.
There was no need even to mention research equipment or where to establish research bases. They would simply provide their full cooperation.
Finally, Dragon gave a detailed introduction to the Revolutionary Army's ideals, describing the World Government's decay and corruption. He painted the Revolutionary Army as something incomparably lofty, righteous, and radiant—a beacon leading people toward happiness!
The current Revolutionary Army truly was righteous and radiant. That was normal. Carlos would not have been surprised if it remained that way even after overthrowing the World Government. The key was what came afterward. How long could that righteousness and grandeur last? Ruling a nation was harder than conquering one; that was no empty saying. There were countless matters to handle, and human hearts alone were unpredictable enough.
Some people were strange. Once those who had been oppressed broke free, not only could they not understand the pain of oppression, they instead oppressed others even more ruthlessly. They simply could not put themselves in others' shoes!
Of course, not everyone was like that, but it could not be denied that there were quite a few such people. Sudden wealth, sudden changes in status, losing oneself—it was all far