Aside from Victor, the situation in the Southern Mexico Region also remained unstable, with rebels now rising up everywhere.
Would he end up like Louis XVI?
Getting his head chopped off?
Carlos looked at him, his eyes calm. Having spent so much time with Cuauhtémoc, he knew the other man was actually "mediocre," with no special abilities. Without the Governor's help, his position wouldn't have been stable at all.
But he was good at one thing— "obeying."
Those who obey always get fed.
"Let's move the capital," Carlos said. Cuauhtémoc stared at him, his eyes wide.
"The Governor has an army of a hundred thousand, the love of the people, a stable political scene, Mexico is in the North!"
"If Victor has a hundred thousand soldiers, he can send them south to suppress them all," Cuauhtémoc said, his eyes red, sounding more like a gambler.
