Returning to Gefra was not easy for Empress Fei Lin. There were many things to discuss and prepare.
At the very least, it would have to be delayed until early next year—and that was already considered fast.
When Lin Qi said there was still a chance to attend the Cowboy Festival in the west, Empress Fei Lin thanked him for a long time.
The next morning, the three of them arrived together at the meeting room in the Exiled Government's office building.
The meeting room could hold three hundred people, but it was already packed. The nobles seemed to have returned to the era they knew best.
They sat on exquisite, compact individual sofas, with coffee tables beside them covered in all kinds of drinks and pastries.
They quietly exchanged bits of news while servants constantly moved among them, replacing tea and drinks or adding more pastries.
The atmosphere throughout the meeting room was warm and peaceful. Nothing about it suggested the "restlessness" that should have belonged to an exiled government and exiled nobles.
Lin Qi sat in the very center. Your Majesty was on his left, while the Small Earl sat opposite him.
The nobles were not very friendly toward Lin Qi. After all, he had become the highest-ranking noble in a way that humiliated many of them—and, damn it, his title was hereditary!
That position was clearly not supposed to be hereditary, yet his was.
Sometimes reason and rules were completely useless, because power lay in someone else's hands.
Now Lin Qi's voice carried the most weight. What he said went.
Everyone else's voices were weaker, so naturally, whatever they said was no more meaningful than farting.
When the time reached ten o'clock, the discussions began to quiet down. The Small Earl also announced today's topic: the structure