"Let's talk about the future when it comes. Right now, we need to send troops to occupy the Underhive," Qin Mo said.
Grey nodded and immediately left to relay Qin Mo's orders.
Klein continued serving as an adviser, responsible for offering suggestions for Qin Mo's upcoming decisions.
"Based on what you know about the nobles, do you think they all believe in that cult of the so-called Lord of Wisdom?" Qin Mo suddenly asked.
At the mention of this, Klein carefully recalled everything he had seen and heard since childhood.
After an intense bout of brainstorming, Klein gave his answer. "If you ask me, they believe in all sorts of things. I once heard of a group of nobles who believed that indulging in pleasure would make them younger. The ridiculous part was that I later heard it actually worked."
"There are all kinds of heretics. If the Talon System had more than just three planets, the heretic armies we'd be facing definitely wouldn't be limited to what we see now."
The more Klein spoke, the more miserable he felt.
He had once imagined that when the war ended, he would start some kind of business. Just as he was not good at commanding in battle, he was not good at business either, but he simply wanted to travel around.
But looking at things now, where would he get that chance? Even if Qin Mo led everyone to victory again, every world in Talon would be ravaged by war. Even if he wandered everywhere, all he would see were slums and ruins.
"This system is a complete shithole, just like most places in the Imperium," Qin Mo suddenly remarked.
Klein said nothing and listened silently, his expression growing increasingly miserable.
"But we still have to keep struggling." Qin Mo rose