Carl tried his best to appear more sincere; he genuinely wished to be the sword in Lance's hand.
After being a good person with Bonny for more than ten years, he remained poor and suffered.
But now, being a bad person, he suddenly got rich; that's the allure of being bad.
What he didn't know was that every country has laws to stop people from being bad, or only allows a few to be bad, just because being bad makes crossing class boundaries too easy!
Lance observed him, and he kept his head down respectfully, with his hands on his knees like a scout.
"Can I trust you?"
"Carl?"
Carl looked up at Lance, his face showing some grievance, but more excitement, "Of course, Mr. Lance, trust me, I'm your most devoted servant!"
Lance nodded, "I need some people, some of your people."
"Something happened this afternoon, it's related to our future development."
"Some people are very dissatisfied with me and the Mayor's governance of this city..."
