Dole gave it some thought, then had Wayne and Anderson summoned.
Before long, the two entered. Seeing the applications spread across the table before Dole, they immediately understood why he had called them. They exchanged a glance, each silently understanding the other.
The Rhine Family was responsible for military affairs and public security, the Aoun Family for commerce and the economy, while the Lant Family handled various odds and ends. There was also the Marcia Family. On the surface, the three great families assisted Dole, but in truth, it was only two families. Yet the final decision-making power still rested with Dole. Neither Wayne nor Anderson dared step even a single pace beyond the rules Dole had laid down.
Because crossing the line meant they would never have another chance. That was the conclusion they had reached after understanding Dole's principles in handling matters.
Though Dole usually kept one eye open and one eye shut, when he became strict, he showed not the slightest mercy. They did not dare use their own faces to test Dole's bottom line.
"Lord Marquis."
"Lord City Lord."
Dole looked at the two and smiled faintly. "Sit. I called you here today to ask what you think of this. I don't understand why there have suddenly been so many lately."
Wayne blinked. "Lord Marquis, you don't know?"
Anderson was surprised as well. Had Dole gone stupid from cultivation? He did not even know the reason for this?
Dole nodded calmly. "I really don't. I don't have any attachment to family clans, and I don't care much about politics. How would I know?"
Anderson immediately understood. He glanced at Wayne beside him, then spoke first. "Actually, it isn't hard to understand. It's because you have a son!"
That was precisely what puzzled Dole the most. "Why