At least it's better than nothing!
After all, the few Imperial people who do well in the Federation are a minority; most do not have a good time, so when Martin heard that a small mishap had occurred on Lance's side, he rushed over.
Martin is a guy who appears to be very well-bred, showcasing noble qualities in every aspect, but Lance doesn't like this very much.
"Please have a seat."
After saying "Thank you," Martin sat down on a chair.
Greggs and Abel stood outside the room; inside were only Lance's people and Madol.
"Mr. Lance, may I ask boldly why you left the Empire to come here?" Martin tried to take control, and after some simple pleasantries, he purposefully posed his question.
Lance pondered for a while, "To avoid being sent to the battlefield for no reason."
Martin nodded in agreement, "Yes, many people left their homeland for that reason."
"The Royal Family has already decayed, and even the Empire's system has become rotten."
