"Meanwhile, the senior advisers can amass quite a fortune from this."
Lindong commented.
She stood by the window for a minute and thirty seconds after waking up, sorting out the current situation in the Holy City.
Everything was progressing in the direction she anticipated; she had only used the second seat and one sighting of the bizarre demon to leverage the iron alliance formed by the Holy City Council. Now, the Holy City Council, Navy, and pirates each fought their own battles, and even the High-tier Council was not a cohesive unit.
Families represented by senior advisers had begun attempting to turn this incident into their own political bargaining chip.
This is why she dislikes dealing with politicians.
"The Lord of the Holy City knows everything and can do anything, but what He bears is a group of greedy good-for-nothings."
