If all they needed was an answer, they could make a choice on the spot.
But if they wanted a "decision" everyone could accept, a certain degree of backroom dealing and private communication was essential.
Forcing a majority vote would only bring about the split and resentment of the so-called minority.
In fact, the "selling of votes" was something Your Excellency Xiu Yi, who had proposed this, had expected to happen. She probably just had not anticipated that locals would come to buy votes.
"You're probing into and trying to interfere with our voting? Actually, I—and many of us—welcome it. After all, this isn't our world. Our 'votes' are somewhat superfluous."
At that moment, Lu PingAn truly no longer regarded his former disciple as a junior.
After all, he had only been a Professional for two years, while she had likely been one for over a decade and had spent all those years on the most dangerous battlefields.
Lu PingAn could sense a familiar presence. It was the power of a high-ranking soldier—of a commander. The spiritual feedback far surpassed his own; Rule-level was the lowest estimate, and she might even be at a higher level.
Lu Lu and Xia Qin had dropped all their work and come directly through the newly connected "Stairway to Heaven."
Because of the monopoly held by the newly reborn God of Sealing, the teleportation fees had been marked up to an outrageous degree. He was also the only option, so anyone paying for teleportation now was undeniably getting fleeced.
Yet they had still come, dropping everything in their hands.
"I can sell my vote to you. After all, I lean toward neutrality as well—at the very least, I don't oppose the locals establishing a nation."
Lu PingAn sipped his tea. Even though the relationship