An hour later, in the mayor's office of Bahamut Town Hall.
John, seated in the mayor's chair, watched Siegfried respectfully report on the specific contents of his speech at Keller Beer Hall.
His heart was filled with complicated feelings.
He really wanted to ask how the man's brain was wired. Why had Siegfried, after encountering those damned Maslow Quotations, grasped the spirit of struggle that John had barely even explained in less than a day?
And what was with that agitational talent comparable to the Little Mustache's?
That old bastard Siegfried had never displayed either artistic or public-speaking skills in the game.
So why, after coming to John, had he leaped straight from an army marshal to a top-tier orator?
"In summary, under your wise leadership, I have officially conveyed the great Maslow Spirit to the town's residents through my speech, making these commoners oppressed by Myka Hartman understand the greatness of the Empire."
"And once you formally pass Judgment on Myka Hartman's crimes and announce the new governance policies, sir, I believe the people of this town will offer unprecedented support!"
Major John, who could not help suspecting that he had the makings of a villain, came back to himself and looked at Siegfried with mixed feelings.
Considering that Siegfried's speech, while taking rather large strides, had directly placed John in opposition to the nobles in one fell swoop.
If word got out later, John would probably be met with cold stares from local nobles wherever he went. It was even possible that they might directly make an attempt on his life.
Still, it was ultimately a good thing for the commoners.
And when he promoted reform bills in the future, he would also be better able to win the public's support and recognition.
After a brief moment of