"Miss, the people have already been sent away." The old butler Foster came to Perfikot's side to report the situation to her.
"Grandpa Fu, do you think I need to clear out the native tribes in the Northern Territory?" Perfikot toyed with the horse hair that Hudden had given her earlier and asked Foster this question.
Foster was momentarily stunned by the question, but then he opened his mouth and replied, "If you're looking solely at the Empire's interests, you certainly need to clear out these native tribes as much as possible to make room for the construction in the Northern Territory.
But..." The old butler hesitated for a moment and looked at Perfikot with a complex expression, "As an old man who has watched you grow up, I don't recommend you do this. Your hands have already been stained with enough blood.
