Drinking tea, planting trees, and watching the big shots argue—this was Lu PingAn's rare moment of leisure.
But his pleasant days were shattered by a handwritten letter.
"What's going on with Xia Qin?"
Captain Xia's handwritten letter left Lu PingAn somewhat bewildered.
She seemed to have risen to become a high-ranking officer in the Savior Army. This time, she had acted as the go-between, trying to make something happen.
"...She really is direct. What kind of politics throws all the terms onto the table from the start? She hasn't changed at all."
Though it was a handwritten letter, it was effectively ghostwritten—a request from one of their higher-ups, the One-Eyed Marshal.
The contents were straightforward, but each of the three demands was more shocking than the last.
"Found a nation."
The Savior Army had vaguely become the largest native force. The reason they were called native rather than local was because the branch churches overseen by those big shots could not be underestimated in either influence or strength.
The Savior Army's identity was extremely unusual. They were a legion truly formed by the locals, an army seeking to save the world. Their internal affairs were rather chaotic as well, but in this age, their shared ideals were extremely practical.
"Why found a nation now? Wouldn't it be more appropriate after clearing out the invaders and becoming the masters of this land?"
"Whether it's appropriate is one matter. If we don't found one now, we won't get a better chance."
This was not the first time Lu PingAn had seen talk of Mercury 42 founding a nation. In fact, people had been discussing it on the Contact Board two days ago.
Lu PingAn could understand what Big Cat meant.
"If they found a nation now, most of the big shots might