Normally, the value resources invested by people are not jointly disposed of by everyone, and the value benefits produced are not distributed by everyone.

Rather, it is a person (i.e., the leader) or a number of people (i.e., the leading collective) who dispose of the value resources invested or the value interests of the output in accordance with the corresponding laws, systems, rules or ethics, and the basic will or interests of the fundamental collective.

A collective gives a leading subject (individual leader or leading group) a qualification to control the share of public value resources.

- The nature of power

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The dim and narrow passage steps slowly curved upwards and spread, and the torches on the wall had been lit before, but the light was not enough for everyone—only Zhuge to be exact, to discern the landscape below.

The drow maid in front of her walked reluctantly, and before that, she asked Trist Duanden to do a good job of protecting the oracle, and seriously urged the other party to swear in the name of the spider goddess, but the black-haired man felt that it was more practical in his own name.

Trist and Thrandis walked side by side, his hands tightly in the hilt of his sword, and his beautiful lilac eyes peeked at his companion from time to time out of the corner of his eye - although in terms of strength, the young Drow seemed a little lacking in confidence, but he forcibly calmed down, and the way he cheered up made Hao Angel feel amused.

However, out of respect for the dark-haired man, Thrandis maintained a restrained attitude. Instinctively, she always had the urge to destroy the jewel-skinned creatures around her, but when she thought about it, it didn't seem to be absolute—according to the past practice, angels would naturally raise the sword of justice in the face of evil.

The former Captain of the Hand of Tyr glanced at the dark-haired man who was full of worries - the guy who had a strange look that didn't even match his own, and the changes in himself and them could have been due to him?

Zhuge didn't have the leisure to think about the small actions of the people around him, and the current problems were piled up in front of him, and he really couldn't spare more energy to pay attention to the tedious things.

Thrandis, having explained the pros and cons to her, that this mature legionnaire, consul, and perhaps diplomat should fully understand and understand the current situation in front of which intolerance for righteous anger is not permitted.

And out of trust in the oracle and worship of the spider goddess, the drows naturally did not question Zhuge 's orders, but were instinctively hostile to the Hao angels.

But these instincts are all subservient to one core – power.

The thing itself is a natural product of society, and it can easily change people's behavior and even temperament.

But without this subject, the distribution of social resources cannot be centralized - the system of the hometown is centralized, as has always been the case in history, but it is undeniable that only such a system can maximize the concentration of power and complete some problems that cannot be solved by relying on individuals or small groups alone.

The stairs at the soles of his feet were so steep and narrow that the black-haired man had to lower his head and move slowly, and the slim armor wrapped around his body still made a crisp clashing sound from time to time. He turned his head to look at Thrandis with some envy, the other party seemed to have the ability to fly, at least in front of Zhuge Zhi's eyes, this Hao Angel's feet did not touch the ground, and even the pair of wings behind him remained still.

He recalled the huge round table in the hall of the Temple, where the structure of drow society was more like the republican parliament of ancient Rome, and the circle of the table symbolized a cycle and a wrestling of checks and balances.

The throne, though high, did not fit naturally into the Round Table, unlike King Arthur's Twelve Roundtable, in which he was a member of the Council itself, resembling the First Family.

In other words, King Arthur was not only the formulator and leader of the republican parliamentary system, but also the executor and supervisor of the system. Compared to the current situation of the underground city of Gulrola, the Barcelo family is equivalent to King Arthur, and his seat as an oracle is equivalent to the British royal family that has been vacated by the prime minister - whether actively or passively.

Once he is free from the support of the spider goddess in terms of discourse, the black-haired man believes that as a foreigner and a human being, he will inevitably be eaten by these black widows, and his bones will not remain.

Taizu's classic sentence hovered in his ears, "Power comes out of the barrel of a gun." Zhuge must use the name of "holy war" as soon as possible to complete the reorganization and restructuring of the army - these families who have been cut off from private soldiers will naturally not give up easily, and they will definitely find ways to lay a trap on themselves. In the same way, it is extremely difficult to turn a temporarily assembled army into a standing and controllable force of its own, judging from their current state and concept.

The morale of the army is unstable, and even if it has more troops, it will be in vain.

Moreover, the spider goddess who overrides the drow society will also take a series of actions, and there are two principles in her cognition - no internal friction is allowed, which determines that even if she controls the troops, if these soldiers still have the concept of allegiance to the goddess, then the military coup will fail;

The light from the palace on the ground appeared at the exit of the curved steps, which actually gave Zhuge a long-lost feeling, and during this short stay in the underground world, the surrounding environment had already inadvertently subtly influenced his thinking.

There were many difficulties at the moment, but the black-haired man sighed with relief, and he suddenly laughed in the surprised eyes of everyone.

In the final analysis, it is the breadth of vision that determines the breadth of thinking, and although the underground world is still quite large, the total population of Drow society still maintains a relatively stagnant development trend in a long-term closed environment - this can easily be concluded from the perspective of maternal society.

In a female-dominated society, population fertility will naturally be a fatal problem - simply put, the main body of fertility is women, but whether to have children or not is up to these superiors, so under this arbitrary system, the population naturally cannot have a rapid increase. What's more, the status of men is even more humble in comparison, and more is reduced to a tool to vent desires.

"Since a bloody and direct red revolution cannot be clearly put into practice, why not try to capitalize on the color revolution of the end of the Cold War?"

As the black-haired man stepped out of the underground steps, the door behind him was hidden again, and the white ghosts danced in the air behind them as if to bid them off. Zhuge looked at these ghostly guys, and didn't seem to be as repulsive as he was at the beginning - like spiders, just refusing, but not disgusted.

"If the core of power doesn't welcome me, then change the rules in my own way!"

Zhuge lowered his head, and what appeared in his eyes was a spell book printed with dark bat wings, and a winged hilt inlaid with black gems.

"Grasp with both hands, and be hard with both hands. ”