Governor's Mansion top floor.
Inside the office.
Behind was a display of calligraphy that was boldly and carelessly applied, revealing a deep mastery; the true meaning of life was conveyed in the minutest detail of the brushstrokes, which carried the vicissitudes of the human world.
It was written with just two characters: Loyalty!
Looking at the lower right corner, Victor.
This painting, if put on the market, would fetch no less than a million US dollars at the very least, and many were eager to buy it.
But at the moment, this general, bearing the fate of tens of millions of souls, tiredly rubbed his temples, his desk cluttered with significant work.
The Northern Army's strides had been too large...
Within a year, they had taken four states, and they did so with such finality that the aftermath left gaping economic voids to be filled...
