CHAPTER 183: CHAPTER 181 DISCUSSION·PART 2

"So, do you think democracy is wrong?" The hooded man asked Perfikot, as this was the issue he was most concerned about.

To this question, Perfikot shook her head: "Whether democracy is right or wrong doesn’t really matter. What matters is whether the leader of the country has the ability to make the whole country better and stronger.

If it can be done to make the country continuously stronger and better, what does it matter if the leader is an emperor?

But if the leader cannot make the country prosperous and the people live happy lives, what does it matter if he is the leader elected by all the people in the country?

The country needs capable leaders, not leaders who have votes.

And once these points are clarified, the answer to the question is actually very clear. Monarchy and democracy themselves are just different ways of selecting leaders and governing the country. The quality of the system does not depend on its form, but on its execution and efficiency.

An efficient regime that can effectively implement various policies is a good regime, regardless of what it is.

It won’t become backward and decayed because the supreme ruler is called an emperor, nor will it be efficient and clean just because the government is elected democratically.

Power can corrupt people’s hearts. Even if early elections can elect a batch of officials passionate and devoted to the people, in time, it will still give birth to political animals who live solely for elections.

The same is true of the feudal monarchy, except that royal power relies solely on bloodline to be inherited. Eventually, it will lead the Royal Family to produce only incompetents, and even a few shining geniuses occasionally are not enough to change the essential decline and decay of the country as times and society develop."

Perfikot had a complete and clear understanding of this point.

After all, in the original world, society had already passed the stage of trying various regimes and political systems, and the ideological struggle had come to an end, allowing sociologists to study and analyze various regimes.

Though she didn’t specialize in or study this, she had dabbled a bit in Dragon Slaying Skills during her school days, so she could still offer some guidance to these early revolutionaries of this world.

Authoritarian dictatorship is unacceptable because it ultimately leads to corruption and degeneration. There were too many such examples in the original world.

And the same goes for democratic elections. Over time, with the formation of interest groups and classes, social mobility becomes fixed, upward channels are blocked, and the whole country falls into stagnation and inevitable decline.

At such times, if the economy can still hold up, everything can be superficially maintained, presenting a facade of smoothness.

But if the economy itself goes wrong, various social issues will surface at once, making the whole country look like a mess, a ’desperate case.’

Whenever such a time comes, it means a social transformation is on the horizon because only by breaking the solidified old classes can a new class create upward channels and space.

This is also the essence of social reform in human society, from ancient times to modern society, without exception.

"I see. I must say, you are as wise as your father." The hooded man bowed to Perfikot, although it was unclear whether he was bowing to Mr. Brandelis or was impressed by Perfikot’s viewpoint.

However, after clarifying each other’s perspectives, the hooded man asked a crucial question: "So, do you want to inherit your father’s career now, or do you want to continue being a noble lord?"

This question was important because Perfikot’s answer determined the attitude of the hooded man and the Assassin Brotherhood toward her.

"Inherit my father’s career? Go and revolutionize to overthrow the Imperial government? If that’s what you’re planning to do next, I’m sorry, but I can only end your life here." Perfikot’s expression changed, and she reached for her staff, joining the Golden Touching Rod and the staff like a Magic Staff in her hand, then activated alchemy.

A sharp ground spike rose from the floor, piercing like a sword toward the hooded man’s chest.

Faced with Perfikot’s sudden attack, the hooded man hurriedly tried to retreat to dodge, only to find that the floor beneath his feet had turned into a quagmire, trapping his feet and several arms stretched from the floor, gripping his legs tightly and fixing him in place.

However, Perfikot did not deliver a fatal blow immediately but explained to him: "In two years, this world will face a terrifying apocalypse winter. Now, we must gather all the forces we can muster to deal with the coming apocalypse disaster, not take advantage of social turmoil and chaos to start a revolution! That would only make everything a mess!

A government that has lost its execution and organizational power, a disrupted social order, will only render the entire society chaotic and incapable of resisting calamity when disaster strikes.

If you cannot clearly recognize this point, I will have no choice but to kill you here. I think even if my father knew all this, he would forgive me."

"Apocalypse? I heard you propagandized this to the Noble Council, but they didn’t accept it and even humiliated you. Did you convince them?" The hooded man showed no consciousness of his life being threatened and asked Perfikot with a steady tone, not at all like a prisoner.

To this, Perfikot merely shrugged and said casually: "Actions speak louder than words. They wasted months verifying what I said, but in the end, I won, which is why I am now the Lord of the North, and the Empire is pushing forward with the Northern Territory development plan."

"That’s how it is." The hooded man nodded, then twisted his body and escaped from his restraints in a way Perfikot couldn’t understand, jumping to the side before she could react.

Seeing his inhuman agility, Perfikot raised her eyebrows and said, "Human remodeling? I should have thought of that. Is this the result of my mother’s research?"

"Your father helped quite a bit too." The hooded man finally lifted his hood, revealing a face with some handsomeness marred by a scar at the corner of his mouth: "Let’s reintroduce ourselves. My name is Ezio, the current Grand Master of the Assassin Brotherhood, your father’s past comrade and ally."

As he spoke, he extended his hand to Perfikot.

Seeing the attitude of the other side, Perfikot paused with her staff, restored the floor to its original state, and likewise extended her hand: "Perfikot Brandelis, Northern Expedition Count, Head of the Imperial Northern Territory Development Plan and Apocalypse Response Plan."

"Nice to meet you. Now, can you tell me what all this is about?" Ezio asked Perfikot.