Franz had clearly put a great deal of effort into his analysis. He was afraid Hubble might overestimate his own importance and stubbornly insist on making a name for himself in the military.
With his abilities, it was impossible for him to break the rules.
Putting aside the pros and cons of institutions and even Unspoken Rules, they were unquestionably capable of stabilizing the situation.
Ordinary individual ability was not enough to disrupt that stability.
The current Great Xia military was like a colossal beast. How could a small fry like Hubble possibly shake it?
Unless the Ferrera Family was willing to use its influence to pave the way for him, but that was clearly impossible.
The political capital of powerful families was limited. They already felt there were too few direct descendants to spend it on—why would they give any to an outsider?
Therefore, if Hubble wanted to make a breakthrough, he could only transfer to a local administrative post.
If he stepped back, he could at least accomplish something in a city or region. If he put down roots, he could also preserve his family's influence.
If he advanced, that would naturally be even better. His future would be bright.
For Hubble, this was the realistic path.
Franz's analysis immediately cleared Hubble's head.
To be honest, he had indeed dreamed before, fantasizing about charging all the way through and rising through the ranks of the military.
But now, he had recognized reality. His background alone had already blocked his path.
He had lucked into this regiment commander position. He would not be so fortunate next time.
Most importantly, his personal abilities were not outstanding. They could even be called a weakness, so why insist on butting his head against the wall here?
After thinking it through, he immediately