At around eight o 'clock in the evening, the governor returned home. Adelaide had been waiting for him for a long time.
Adelaide's house was next door to the governor's. The two were relatives from the same political family.
The governor's re-election would affect the future of this family. If possible, they would not only seek re-election this time, but they would also find a way to send the governor to the presidency in the future.
However, the future of all of this was built on the foundation that there would be no problems with his re-election this time.
The governor took off his coat and threw it on the low stool in the cloakroom. The maid would take care of everything here.
At present, only he and a few servants were at home. His wife and children had gone to the big house in the countryside to avoid the summer. It was unlikely that they would be back before September.
Adelaide was sitting on the sofa, chewing something.
When people got older, they always liked to find something to do. It was not a personal hobby, but they just did not want to be idle.
The dwindling amount of time made them feel an unprecedented sense of fear, urgency, and crisis. Therefore, they wanted to find something to do to keep themselves busy. At least, they didn't want to waste the little time they had left in a daze.
Chewing something was Adelaide's way of doing it.
He chewed the root of a plant until it was mush. At this time, when he saw the governor coming back, he took it out and threw it into the trash can.
"How did it go?"
He turned to look at the governor. According to their relationship, the governor was his nephew.
In public, as the governor's chief of staff, Adelaide had to show his dedication to work. He was the governor's chief of staff, not his uncle.
However, in this kind of private occasion, their relationship was much more casual.
The governor walked to the other side of the sofa and sat down. He asked the maid to bring some drinks, then nodded and said, "It was very enlightening. Some of Lynch's ideas are more specific than yours and those experts'."
He reached out and took a glass of sparkling wine with ice cubes from the tray in the maid's hand. He took a small sip and said, "You know what I mean. Your group of advisors and those experts said some very empty things. Of course, I know that we need to revive the economy, but how to do it, how to achieve it step by step, no one told me. Lynch told me."
Adelaide was not annoyed by his words. Old people like him were more stubborn than young people in their pursuit of politics, or rather, they were more persistent.
He knew very well that they would only be able to go further if the governor won. Right now, the entire family's resources were leaning towards the governor. They had never been as united as they were now.
This was because everyone knew who Mr. Key was!
"What did he say?"
The governor placed the cup on the table. "Emilia, turmoil, and reconstruction!"
His eyes sparkled. "Lynch is right. This may be the best way to solve our current predicament!"
At the same time, the Amelia region did not become peaceful because of the Gefra army. Instead, it became the frontline of resistance against tyranny.
All kinds of international brokers, bankers, arms dealers, and mercenaries were looking for opportunities here. Whether it was working with Governor Guevra or the rebel organizations, as long as it could bring them profits, they were even willing to work with the devil.
The tense atmosphere of martial law during the day gradually dissipated as night fell. The night that should have been terrifying brought a trace of peace to the people of the Amelia region.
Those vicious Gefra soldiers would not suddenly break into people's houses and ask them to leave the house and lie on the ground. The night was like a shelter from nature, protecting the people.
In the governor's mansion, the governor stood by the window and looked at the dark night with a worried expression.
No one would've thought that Guevra's invincible fleet would lose to the Confederation. No one would've thought that the Confederation would quietly come up with submarines that could be used in actual war, as well as a new type of torpedo that could be launched from submarines that could threaten battleships.
The situation at sea had changed dramatically. Before the people could solve the problem of the Federation's submarines and torpedoes, the Gefra mainland had sent a secret message. They did not intend to send any more fleets to the inner bay of Amelia to deter the Federation.
That was too dangerous. If the Federation shamelessly continued to launch sneak attacks, the Gefra mainland would lose their last line of defense. That was why the governor could only send reinforcements from the army. The navy could not help him.
Without the navy, there was no way to seal the bay and the smugglers on the sea.
From the first explosion until now, the governor had a rough idea of the rebel organizations and the source of their supplies — those hateful international opportunists!
The governor was also very clear that the armed resistance in Amelia was no longer a simple confrontation between the people and the Gefra. It had become a business!
Yes, the armed resistance had become a business, and that was the most terrifying thing.
If it was just a simple ideological confrontation, the two sides could find a point to break in, a point that both sides could accept, and then stabilize.
In this state, the rebel organizations' pursuit was essentially to obtain respect.
Respect in terms of social status and political status, but those who treated armed resistance as a business were completely different. What they pursued was profit!
The Gefra's strength had affected many countries, including some allied countries. They were all victims of the Gefra's rise. When the Gefra's fleet could no longer sail on the sea, these disgusting maggots began to take action.
They bribed some rebel groups, opened personal overseas accounts for their leaders, and transferred money into the accounts. They gave those people foreign citizenship and provided them with anything they wanted, as well as anything they could not think of but needed.
The price they paid was that these rebel organizations were more active in resisting the Gefra's rule. They were doing this for the sake of money.
These rebel organizations that pursued profit could not coexist with the governor. Their goal was simple — money.
In fact, before the naval battle broke out, the governor already had some understanding of these things, but he didn't care much about it. This was because once the Gaffra's naval fleet sealed off the sea outside of Amelia, whether it was goods from the outside or people from the inside, there was no way to enter or leave.
In a short period of time, the rebel organizations might still have some savings to use, but these things would eventually be used up. In the end, they would return to their initial state, where it was only a battle of consciousness.
A battle of consciousness was not too harmful. When the younger generation grew up, the battle of the older generation would become worthless in their eyes. It might even be seen as a kind of stupidity and inflexibility.
Compared to the developed Gefra, the 'motherland' of the older generation was so backward and did not care about them. Why should they remember the good of those people?
If one generation was not enough, then two, three, and one day, the capital of Amelia would become the real province of Amelia.
But all of this became a bubble with the defeat of the naval battle.
"Your Excellency, the Kobal Hydropower Station was attacked …" The sudden voice in the room disrupted the governor's thoughts. He retracted his attention from the dark sky in the distance, drank the coffee in his cup, and turned to look at the officer standing by the door.
He walked to the table and sat down, rubbing his temples. "How are the losses?"
"We repelled the enemy's attack and killed nine armed rebels, but we did not seize any guns or ammunition. The enemy retreated very quickly, and our people did not rashly enter the dense forest."
Speaking was an art. The fear of being ambushed turned from not chasing after the enemy to being vigilant and careful. The word 'rashly' was very interesting. It turned cowardice into caution.
Of course, the governor would not say anything. Avoiding unnecessary casualties was what they needed to do now.
The governor sighed. "What about the damage to the hydropower station?"
The officer choked on his words. After a few seconds, he lowered his head slightly and said, "The hydropower station is undergoing repairs. They got some driftwood and tied rocks and explosives to it. It may not be able to continue to provide electricity to the nearby areas in the short term."
After the governor heard this, he did not even bother to sigh. He did not know when it started, but these rebel groups with no clear goals seemed to have held a meeting and reached a consensus on certain issues.
They had given up on some targets that were not of much value and had turned to attacking the infrastructure.
The governor wanted to ask these rebel groups if they had blown up the thermal power station, hydropower station, water supply plant, destroyed the railways, roads, and the city's communication network and electricity network. What benefits did they gain from doing so?
Yes, the Guevara People were tortured because of this, but the locals were even more tortured.
If there was no electricity, the Guevara People had generators.
If there was no water, they would let the locals carry water.
If there was no communication, they could send telegrams.
On the contrary, the locals were suffering from living in such an environment. What was the point of doing this?
Looking at the nervous subordinate, the governor did not reprimand him in the end. In fact, he knew very well that the officer in front of him and the other front-line officers were more careful and nervous than he was. They did not want this to happen.
He should not put more pressure on them. He could only wait for the army to transfer the new equipment. Perhaps the current situation would change.
Gevra summarized the main reason why they did not make any substantial progress in this world war except for the temporary sovereignty of the Amelia area. That was, their army was not good enough and had no propulsion.
If they could destroy a country, even if it was just a small country, they would not be so passive and in such a bad situation.
Therefore, when the world war was about to end, their military enterprises began to research some army equipment. After all, their navy was invincible. If they could improve their army, they would be able to gain enough benefits in the next war.
He hoped that the new army equipment could change the situation here.
No, not hope, but definitely!
The governor clenched his fist.