Hobart remembered that the Nether Emperor's descendants did indeed seem to be divided into many factions, with the Royal Family Faction and the Artificial Death God Faction being the strongest and most well-known.
There also seemed to be smaller factions such as the Repose Faction and Underworld Faction. This was a typical consequence of having neither an actual leader nor a spiritual leader.
Like a competent king, he had to provide a goal that most of the country could accept and be willing to work toward. Then the prime minister, nobles, and officials would all strive for that goal.
That way, everyone had something to look forward to. Even if there were conflicts, there would be a relatively high tolerance for error.
The Eggs Family, on the other hand, clearly lacked a goal that everyone could accept. The nobles, prime minister, and officials all had their own ideas, and over time, factions naturally began to form.
Now, it seemed that there were still people like Doffis in the Eggs Family who hoped the family could unite and rise again.
Hobart did not continue asking about the Eggs Family. He merely smiled. "I don't dare promise you anything, because I know that with things like prophecies, even if they are only slightly off, reality can end up vastly different."
Doffis nodded. "I understand. Even if my judgment turns out to be wrong again, I won't blame you."
Hobart smiled. "Be optimistic. Perhaps this time, you got it right?"
He did not continue the topic. "All right then, Mr. Doffis. From this moment on, you are my butler."
He took all the banknotes from his wallet, around 300 pounds in total. "First, help me thank the servants sent by the Royal Family. You can decide how much to give them as a