Everyone had times when they felt helpless, and things that left them powerless.
Even the child of a hero might not grow up to be a hero.
Sometimes, admitting that one was mediocre was difficult—and frustratingly helpless.
Seeing his son's expression as though he had suddenly understood everything, the Governor felt helplessness, then the corners of his mouth suddenly twitched upward. He almost burst out laughing.
What a fucking idiot.
He cursed inwardly, but no matter how fucking stupid this idiot was, he was still his son, carrying his blood in his veins.
More importantly, he was Milian's father.
"We don't know which direction the future will take. Making some preparations won't hurt us."
The Governor felt deeply uneasy about the future. The Radical Reformists were gradually seizing the high ground in public opinion.
Now that Peng Joe's domestic economy had begun to recover, the Radical Reformists claimed that everything was their achievement.
They seemed to have forgotten that without the permission of the imperial family and the great nobles, the so-called "federal system" could never have been implemented in the homeland.
But many people neither understood this nor wanted to.
The contradictions and conflicts caused by the defeat in war had begun to clash in another way. Privatization had accelerated the process of class confrontation.
The Governor did not quite understand what the great nobles in the imperial capital were thinking, or why they would make such a foolish decision. They seemed to be digging their own graves.
Regardless of what they did, however, the Governor needed to make his own choice.
Would he sink into the sea together with this ancient empire, or land on the "New Continent"?
The answer, of course, required no thought. The nobles had never been particularly loyal to the nation.
Their loyalty belonged