A common affliction of transmigrators: getting carried away too easily!
After Charlotte united Modova, the excitement faded. Once he calmed down, he could not understand why he had suddenly acted on impulse.
And how the hell had he actually conquered Modova?
If he had a system like other transmigrators, he would definitely hurry to post a question: "I accidentally conquered a country. What should I do next? Waiting online! Urgent, urgent, urgent..."
Well, it would have to be a system with social features!
Standing atop the walls of Liguria City, Modova's capital, Charlotte watched the delegation winding toward them in the distance and asked the three Saint Rank experts beside him, "I'm accompanying Anne to the Lionheart Dynasty. Which one of you will stay here to govern Modova?"
Other than their formidable individual strength, Charlotte's three Saint Rank subordinates were all exceptionally capable. Golden Goat Herolf had occupied Saint Michael's Island, commanded a vast force, ruled his own territory, and ranked among the Ten Great Pirates—there was no need to elaborate. Qiudro had once been the second-in-command of the beastman camp, a beastman equally skilled in strategy and warfare. If he had not been set up, he would never have submitted to anyone. He had not even respected the King of Ten Thousand Lions, Emisfida. The old Lizardman was even more cunning and resourceful. Not just among beastmen—even among humans, there were very few figures as adept at political maneuvering as him.
Any one of these three had more than enough ability to govern Modova.
Terrified that someone might snatch away his business, Golden Goat Herolf was the first to say, "I'm willing to remain in Modova!"
Charlotte nodded and said, "Then Qiudro will stay here. You and the Black Dragon will come with me to the Lionheart Dynasty."
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