Just as Abusek lamented how damn hard it was to lead a bunch of "vermin," Commissioner Kabaha, who had "stolen the spotlight" in the education reforms, had no idea that he had just been privately mocked by a "noble vermin."
They said beauty lay in the eye of the beholder, but wasn't the reverse true in the beauty's eyes as well?
If the logic did not make sense head-on, then looking at it backward made everything clear.
At least from Commissioner Kabaha's perspective, Abusek really had nothing to complain about.
It was indisputable that Heaven Capital's federation could unite neither the conservatives nor the radicals. Surely that could not be blamed on the head of one sour, musty intellectual.
Just as the vast Xilan Empire could not possibly have been ruined by women and eunuchs.
Anyone with eyes could see that from the moment Wutuo fled, Xilan's fate had already run out.
Still, the federation had done one thing well: it had at least let ordinary people see hope.
And the solutions a group of people came up with together were far smarter than the futile schemes a few inbred princes and nobles dreamed up behind closed doors after slapping their foreheads.
If the Empire's cohesion was negative, then Heaven Capital's federation at least had positive cohesion.
While bombers buzzed aimlessly across the skies, the most learned people in Boro Province were gathering for a literary salon, meeting friends through literature.
Of course, meeting friends through literature was merely an elegant pretext.
The organizers, including Commissioner Kabaha and Niyang, were mainly there to discuss education, recruit capable people from all walks of life as lecturers and professors, and unite the strength of Boro Province's scarce intellectual class.
Though their influence was far smaller than that of the other sectors of