After Mr. Truman hung up the phone, he sat in his chair in a daze for a long time. Then he couldn't help laughing.
He never would have imagined that Lin Qi would do something like this. He was actually going to...
For some inexplicable reason, Mr. Truman sensed a strange murderous intent. He knew that if he didn't release this thought, he would draw the attention of certain terrifying beings. Thus, he decisively pushed his earlier train of thought forward without holding anything back.
Lin Qi was going to assassinate the Gefra Emperor! That was right—he was going to assassinate the leader of Gefra!
When Mr. Truman heard those words, his mind failed to process them for a moment.
He couldn't understand why Lin Qi would have such an idea, but he soon realized the benefits of assassinating the Gefra Emperor at this time.
The conflict between the royal family and the nobles had already reached a fever pitch. If the Emperor were assassinated now, who would be the direct beneficiary? Without a doubt, it would be the nobles. After all, they would have eliminated a troublesome, dictatorial tyrant. They had already stripped the Great Imperial Son of his claim to the throne, while the Second Imperial Son still had a long way to go before inheriting it.
The nobles would lose their opponent and naturally win the war.
But what about the reality?
First, the governor of Amelia Province would begin reconsidering his relationship with the homeland after the assassination of Your Majesty the Emperor. He couldn't lower his head. He had no idea whether he would also be assassinated after returning home. Therefore, the best course of action was for Amelia Province—and himself—to maintain a relative degree of independence.
This would weaken the connection between the main