A Private Chat

The results of the temporary cabinet meeting were very positive. In the end, the president agreed to Mr. Truman's request and entrusted the entire matter to him.

This was where Gefra fell short of the Federation. As a fledgling nation, the Federation might indeed lack some of the weight of an ancient heritage.

But it also lacked the oppressive dullness found in countries with long histories. From top to bottom and bottom to top, everyone seemed filled with drive.

They were like teenagers in their late teens or early twenties. All it took was a scene or a thought flashing through their minds, and they immediately became like a horny male dog, panting and pounding away everywhere.

This vitality showed through in every corner. A country like this had a future.

Gefra was different. It was like a man in his sixties. Forget remembering anything—it would rather become brothers with every member of the opposite sex!

One was filled with vitality, while the other had nothing left but decay.

The two sides quickly reached an agreement, as if... the moment they met... they had immediately... done it.

The Gefra Emperor announced the news at once in order to stabilize the domestic economic order. At the same time, the Minister of Finance publicly stated that he would resign to take responsibility and accept whatever punishment followed.

The news came so suddenly that many people seemed as if they had not yet woken up.

Gefra was a monarchy. In that country, the emperor enjoyed supreme authority in name. Ministers and officials were not chosen through elections.

Who could become a minister was decided by the emperor.

Of course, the nobles' opinions mattered as well. If the emperor did not want to fall out too badly with the majority of the nobility, he