He had never been any kind of heroic figure. He'd climbed into this position through scheming and flattery. Years of luxurious living had long since made it impossible for him to give it up; whatever courage he once had had already been drowned in fine wine and emptied out by women.
So the moment he heard that he was still useful, any thought of fighting to the death vanished.
"It's the Empire. The people behind Ovando are the Emperor."
Lance wasn't particularly surprised when he heard this, because according to the information he'd gathered, this Governor had always leaned toward the Empire's side.
Since Walter had taken in quite a few people who'd lost their jobs from the caravans, Lance could get a lot of intel out of their mouths.
Like what routes they traveled, who the cargo owners were… and from these bits of information, it was possible to infer where Hamlet's outflowing resources were going.
