"I know you!"
Pelius also found a napkin to wipe his hands, then extended one to shake hands with Lin Qi.
His hands were... plump, which made his fingers look short and thick. But they weren't greasy—in fact, they were quite soft.
"People say you're the best of the younger generation!"
Pelius looked to be around thirty, but Lin Qi didn't know his exact age. People from the Federation sometimes looked much older than they were, and at other times somewhat younger. It was complicated.
However, from Pelius's tone, Lin Qi could tell that he was somewhat unconvinced. But it didn't matter. There were plenty of unconvinced people these days, and Lin Qi didn't care.
He was slightly modest. "I have everyone else to thank for making me look good!"
Pelius froze for a moment. He didn't immediately understand what Lin Qi meant. After thinking for two or three seconds, he laughed. "You're much more interesting than I imagined, Lin Qi."
"Speaking of which, Truman often mentions you too. Sometimes, when we dine together, he says you're very smart—and very proud."
Mr. Truman's family had been military men from the very beginning. The tradition had been passed down for generations. Although none of them had held particularly high ranks, Truman was the first to have the chance to become a general. Even so, his family's connections in the military were anything but weak.
Military families in this era often banded together as well. They firmly controlled the Federal Army in ways outsiders could never understand.
To ensure that this unity continued, every general maintained good relations with the other generals.
Gathering for meals and exchanging information were both very common.
Of course, this referred to their descendants, not the generals themselves. Given their identities and positions, such behavior would be