readx;? Jon is not young, he is now 74 years old. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info but his face does not reveal his old age, and the hair with some white sideburns looks just a regret of the premature aging of a middle-aged man. Always rigid and powerful expressions, like a battle-hardened warrior numbing everything, including death.

Just like when he was younger, Jon doesn't like the servants anymore. If he had to be helped with the chores and tidy up the room, Jon had his own team of servants. He was very attentive to this matter, and every servant and wine servant had to check it himself, and he could not allow them to change easily. He had a small prime minister's office with his seal, letters, government documents, and he never let people in, not even his own henchmen.

After a series of revolutionary upsurges, the political system has changed significantly. Jon is now known as Prime Minister for a 4-year term. This official position is very much like the hand of the former king, but with the addition of term limits. But this doesn't affect much, after all, power is not like running water. It flows through the edge of the imperial city today, and it will come to your doorstep the next day.

No, power is like a rock. No matter what happens, a boulder is still a boulder. Even trampled on, forgotten, and covered under a thriving city. But the stubborn stone didn't know which stone brick of the tall building was hidden, and continued to be his stubborn stone quietly.

The world has changed. Jon thought in his office.

Go back in time to everything in history, from the ancient Western continent, the heroic era, the imperial era. They have all experienced the most chaotic and most hindered things in the history of civilization. It's change.

The reason for all the changes is not because there are heroes who show up to lead the people. Or the enemy is around, and it has reached the point where there is no way to retreat. Rather, people have discovered new ideas and cultures, and have painted a picture of an incomparably better future for them. But when something new appears, something old doesn't disappear immediately. Under the collision of new ideas and old ideas, chaos occurred. We call it a revolution.

But what people don't realize is that what is old was once something new. It does not exist to be outlawed by new ideas, but to demonstrate the value of its own existence and provide guidance for future generations.

Now the empire is undergoing a revolution.

Step by step, the ideas of the new generation are encroaching on the realm of the older generation, and more and more conflicts are erupting. Like all revolutions that have been, conservative and outdated ideas will eventually be defeated by surging currents of thought.

This revolution is democracy, a form of society that is extremely individualistic. And the only thing we can do in this revolution is to retreat step by step. Let those rabble build parliaments, build parties, build trade unions. They are left to make vexatious proposals, such as raising living standards, building infrastructure, and balancing wealth disparities.

It's not for some more advanced social idea, it's the jealousy of the people living in the sewers. Delusional about everything that you don't have and that others have. Thinking about living a good life in such a free-for-nothing way, and all this is not something that a lazy parasite deserves. What the parties, organized by beggars, the poor, and the vagrants, demand is a return of our society to the most primitive system of equal distribution.

They appeal like this, without thinking about anything other than their own **. I'm afraid of what will become of the country if they finally take control of it. Extreme individualism, all you can get is extreme individuality**. When we really need to face disaster, this new trend of thought will only pray in a panic that the leaders will save them.

After all, when a group of people get together, all they can get is stupidity. And the more numerous, the less likely they are to make a wise decision, which hardly needs to be proven. Even in the mythology of the elves, there are only wise leaders and no wise masses.

Is it efficient for a country to obey all the people, or is it convenient for the state to serve a king?

The larger the base in a group, the more individuality will be covered. No matter how intelligent the people are involved in this group, their truly sensible opinions cannot prevail against the new currents of thought in which the minority obeys the majority.

Now standing between public opinion and their self-destruction is only me, the prime minister.

We are in the midst of a revolution from a dictatorship of the divine right of kings to a dictatorship of the divine authority of the people.

Thinking about it, Jon vetoed a proposal to reduce miners' working hours and raise their minimum wage, and eight hours was already the limit for them.

This is really not going to please the public, who will presumably choose to share their interests in the next election. This turns the contest for national leadership into a contest for public welfare policy, and when this method of electoral canvassing comes to an end, it brings more than just a weakened state or incompetent leaders. Rather, the masses have become unenterprising, individually fragile in the midst of perfect social welfare, and vigorously resist anything that is detrimental to their own interests, rather than thinking about the state apparatus as a whole.

The whole country is bound to become the cradle of the people, and it is necessary not only to be ready to change the cloth for them, but also to think for the sake of a better future life for the people.

This involves the most fundamental question of the country, whether the state should unconditionally obey the will of the people, or think like a country and seek the best interests of the country. If the former is the case, there is a way to limit the leaders, what is the way to limit democracy, and if the latter, why should the people start this revolution?

Fortunately, nothing has come true now, and the power is still in your own hands.

Thinking about it, Jon vetoed a proposal to increase unemployment benefits by six months with a subsistence minimum.

Do these people really have nothing to do but kill themselves? Jon muttered to himself.

Jon took note of the two sponsoring parties, called the National Socialist Party of Tours.

He grabbed a piece of stationery and wrote a letter:

The Honorable Marquis Donny Bertram, Lord of Ephethus, Ruler and Guardian of the Territory of Tulsi

Your friend Jon greets you, I may need your help again.

As we all know, democracy remains unclear and naïve. But we know that if political proposals are made by groups of people, it also points us to a balanced path of indirect democracy between centralization and democracy.

Your Excellency has a deep understanding of collective behaviour and society, and I hope that you will be invited to come to Telmi and work with me in the service of the country.

Looking forward to it.

Jon put it in an envelope and poured the fire paint on the candlelight, firmly stamping his seal.