Yu Lian suddenly felt he was very lucky. In his third life, he had inevitably had to deal with all sorts of powerful bigwigs, but at least, when it came to actually getting things done, he had always met reasonable people who knew how to be considerate.
Like Lieutenant General Sylvester. He had served here for over twenty years, and had been fleet admiral and district commander for four or five years. He was a dominant force in the Far Shore, and nearly thirty graduating classes ahead of Yu Lian, yet he was perfectly willing to play a supporting role.
For a moment, Yu Lian was so moved he didn't know what to say.
Then Lieutenant General Sylvester said in a melancholy voice, "To be honest, junior, I used to have some reservations about you."
Yu Lian couldn't help but pause.
"A few years ago, you stirred up all that trouble in Lumina and the Far Shore Nebula. You were a downright troublemaker. My job was simply to keep the two shipping lanes in the Far Shore Nebula open. I really didn't want to invite trouble."
"I'm ashamed, sir."
"I'm the one who should be ashamed! I've finally come to understand that if you don't go looking for trouble, trouble will come looking for you. This universe is always so realistic, so cruel. It's a shame that ordinary people like us are always so slow to wake up. Junior Yu Lian, if this sortie yields nothing remarkable, I'll laugh at you. You're a born general, destined to enter the Temple of War. Surely you don't want an ordinary man like me laughing at you, do you?"
"I will do everything in my power, sir."
"Excellent. I'll hold this fortress and await your triumphant return." Lieutenant General Sylvester wore a vicious