"It is safer to be afraid of a monarch than to be loved."

——Machiavelli

"Assuming that those in power do bad things is based on rational calculations, this is actually a kind of 'big chess party' thinking."

"The people in power - even the famous people in history, often do bad things because - they just want to do this."

"Come on, let me tie another princess and come back!"

——Ferren Continent, a dungeon lord

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Early in the afternoon,

When Li Jiashu returned to the main entrance of the castle, he happened to see a horse leaving.

The silent and down-to-earth old horse was slightly slowed down by the reins.

The young man in the saddle looked at the cape man,

And nodded slightly to the devil.

Then, the young man rode the old horse and walked towards Gus City on the old road that was being renovated.

Li Jiashu was slightly stunned at the gate and recalled it.

It seems that the young man is a waiter at the port tavern?

Oh, and he is also a good brother of Chuyang.

By the way, he is also the lord's intelligence officer.

He guessed that Hadil was here to report his work to the lord, but Li Jiashu didn't think much about it and went straight upstairs to find Chu Yang in the study.

Outside the study door, the devil heard the lord talking to the housekeeper.

It seems to be talking about, the recent complaints from the Castle Kitchen Department?

"Athor, tell me why-" Chu Yang's voice, he asked the butler,

“—You have hidden your questions about kitchen complaints from me recently?”

Chu Yang's tone was very stable and he did not mean to be annoyed and held accountable.

The butler's voice: "Oh, lord, I didn't mean to hide it!"

"I originally planned to observe for a while to determine whether the 'difficulty' of the kitchen complaining is indeed needed to solve it with me."

Chuyang said, "Dear Ator, you might as well make your words clearer."

When the devil heard it outside the door, he was startled and pushed it straight into the door.

Then he breathed a sigh of relief.

Chuyang's hairline is still very safe.

The young lord and the butler both looked at Li Jiashu.

"You guys continue to talk about the serious matter first, don't worry about me for the time being." The devil shrugged and sat on the expensive purely handmade sofa, drinking honey tea while listening to the butler's continued speech.

The housekeeper explained to the young lord sitting behind the desk: "Master, you have to understand that the complaints from the people below are not necessarily imminent, and it is a 'really difficult' that our upper class has to work hard to solve."

Chuyang felt a little strange, "Atol, is there any difference between true and false?"

The middle-aged butler bent slightly forward,

He slowly said to the young master: "We cannot think that the subordinates really need our help when they hear the subordinates complaining!"

"There are some 'difficulties' that people below can solve by themselves, but..."

Ator sorted out his words for a moment, and then said, "If the lazy man says he loves the king, will the king have to send money to the lazy man immediately?"

Chuyang tapped the table with his finger joints and said, "I believe that all the big guys in the kitchen are not lazy people!"

The housekeeper wiped the sweat on his forehead that did not exist, and smiled on his face, "My master, 'lazy guy' is just an adjective."

"I mean, uh, there are some troubles, maybe, maybe, maybe, we don't need to work hard, the people below can handle it slowly, so as to avoid wasting our energy and financial resources, um..."

The middle-aged butler gestded for a while, but his explanation to the young lord was still very vague.

The devil put down the teacup in his hand and said, "Athor, let me give you an example."

"The metaphor method you just used is too abstract, Chu Yang didn't understand."

The housekeeper nodded to the devil and stepped aside.

Sitting behind the desk, Chu Yang looked at the devil.

Li Jiashu sighed,

"Chuyang, let's assume: there was a bridge built hundreds of years ago in the territory of another nobleman, but it collapsed one day due to disrepair."

"This bridge is important to some people in the territory and saves them time crossing the river."

"Now, some affected people have complained to the castle through various channels about the 'collapse of the bridge'."

"It happened that the local lord was busy with other trivial matters and was away for half a year and didn't know about it at all."

Chuyang asked, "Then? Things keep dragging?"

The devil replied: "People complained for a month first and found that the castle really didn't plan to care about this."

"So, two months later, people were secretly cursing the 'stingy lord' again."

"In the third month, some wealthy squire, local church monks, began to mobilize labor while mobilizing their labor force and start building bridges."

"Later, in the sixth month, the bridge was rebuilt."

"The problem was solved by the people below themselves before the local lord paid a cent."

The butler standing next to him nodded slightly.

But Ator always feels that something is wrong with the example given by the devil?

Behind the desk, Chu Yang thought for a moment,

"Ac Li, what do you mean is that the complaints of the people below—the requests or expectations for the lord—are sometimes just the laziness and greed of the people below?

"They can solve the problem by trying harder, think of ways and work harder."

"I don't need me at all, I don't need lords, I don't need castles to 'work and money' to help them solve the problem?"

Ator said, "Yes! Master, so originally, I planned to observe for a little longer to see if the kitchen can be solved by the kitchen itself."

"Where is the reason why the master has to help him whenever he complains?"

The housekeeper talked in an indignant tone,

"If the master comes to help when the person below complains, then you will definitely suffer in the end!"

"They will become lazy, try to deceive the lord, and greedily take away every wool in your vault!"

"Master, you spend money on your own money for the people! So be sure to keep your eyes open and observe clearly what money can be given to the people and what money is not worth giving to the people."

"You are the master! You are not a omnipotent wishing magic lamp!"

"You manage the people, don't let the people treat you as a [Wishing Magic Lamp]!"

The young lord behind the desk thought for a moment, then preached to the loyal butler: "Athor, I understand what you mean."

Then, Chu Yang turned his head and looked at the devil on the sofa, "Mr. Li, I have a question about the story you told before."

The devil drank all the remaining honey water in the teacup.

Chu Yang: "If the free people, gentry, monks in the territory can solve all kinds of difficulties themselves, and there is no need for the lord to take action."

"What is the meaning of my existence on this land?"

The butler next to him was stunned for a moment and hurriedly said, "Of course, the mud-legged men need their monarch to manage the territory. After all, only the nobles can..."

Chu Yang: "Atol, quiet."

The butler immediately shut up tactfully.

"Is it a 'urgency' level to answer this question?" the devil asked while sitting on the sofa.

Chuyang shook his head, "I'm just curious, it's not that urgent."

Li Jiashu: "Then I won't talk about your question."

"Work while doing things."

Behind the desk, Chuyang just frowned and then relaxed his expression.

"Okay, do things first." The young lord nodded.

He got up from the velvet cushion, stretched his slightly numb back and arms, walked out of the desk, came to the window, and looked at the gradually clearing island land.

(Another reminder, due to the strange climate on the island, the ‘good weather’ gradually cleared up at noon)

"Axelarite, what's next?

Chuyang asked the devil.
To be continued...