Lynch, facing these nobles, spoke confidently without any stage fright. Though he might not be the youngest, he was not far off in age.
In facing those older than him, with higher social status, he never saw them as stronger than himself in any way.
His gaze upon these people was like looking at ordinary people by the roadside, making no distinction, which gave him a special demeanor, an aura, leading others to instinctively take his words seriously.
"For example…", he gestured casually towards the direction of the Imperial Palace, "the power struggle between the Prime Minister and His Majesty actually has nothing to do with people like us."
"Whether it's the Prime Minister or His Majesty, once they have power, will they share a portion of it with one of you, or even each one of you?"
No answer was needed for this question, everyone knew it was impossible. The Prime Minister or the Emperor would only place their confidants in key positions, definitely not these fringe nobles.
