The Plea

"Oh? A rebellion has broken out in the Pandora Empire?"

Though he spoke in a tone of surprise, Wu Ming's hand didn't tremble in the slightest as he held his coffee cup. His composure immediately gave the people across from him the sense that he was unfathomable.

The guests he was meeting now were far more influential than the Crimson Hand. They were representatives of major conglomerates like the Locke and Dewey families, among the biggest in Golden Oak and even the Bauhinia Federation.

Capital had no borders. What kind of capitalist could call himself a financial magnate without doing business across the whole world?

Wu Ming wasn't the least bit surprised that representatives of Federation conglomerates were among his visitors.

"Yes!"

A young man across from him, with platinum-blond hair and a well-tailored suit, spoke first. He had an air of refinement. "Venerable Pope, according to the news we received on the way here, it's true. The rebellion seems to have started in a beer hall, then rapidly spread across half the empire. Young army officers are its main force..."

Whether a rebellion had regular troops involved made all the difference in its scale.

Once these elite soldiers joined in, the Rebel army could immediately organize itself, and its fighting strength would be worlds apart from what it had been before.

The same had been true in ancient times in Wu Ming's previous life. Most peasant uprisings ended up paving the way for someone else's rise to power. Only when the realm had fallen into utter chaos, and landlords and Scholar Class elites who had lost faith in the old dynasty joined in, could an uprising sweep across the nation, completely shatter the dynasty, and build a new empire upon its corpse.

"It seems the Pandora Empire is in