In the office, Lance vividly recounted the Empire's history over the past thirty thousand years.
He spoke for a full hour. Rather than growing impatient, Chris listened with great interest.
It was basically just as he had guessed.
The nobles held power, while commoners lived like slaves, and resistance organizations hid underground.
"What kind of support do you want? After overthrowing the nobles, what can you offer the Federation in return?"
After Lance finished speaking and stared straight at Chris, Chris asked bluntly.
There was no need for tact, nor any need to beat around the bush.
"So long as you can help us overthrow the nobles and establish a new order for the Empire—"
"We are willing to recognize your civilization as our superior and become a subordinate civilization, paying annual tribute. It is only the amount of tribute..."
Lance gritted his teeth and spoke words he would never have dared imagine saying before.
He saw things clearly now. At the Commoner Faction's current rate of development, even given tens of thousands more years, they would have no chance of overthrowing noble rule!
Lance had also made some guesses about the Federation's civilization level. It was almost certainly a Level 7 Civilization, perhaps even a Level 8 Civilization!
In that case, for the Empire to become subordinate to such a civilization was not entirely unacceptable.
Of course, that depended on the civilization not being too ruthless.
Lance knew how the Empire's nobles treated their subordinate civilizations. They treated them like cash machines.
Under such exploitation, those subordinate civilizations could barely even survive.
If the civilization before him operated the same way, Lance would immediately abandon this plan.
Chris smiled.
Wasn't this perfect?
To be honest, the Federation had no real interest in the Weisi Star Cluster. Aside from one