Thales frowned.

The Black Prophet has sharp eyes:

"Yes, they block communication, foster estrangement, breed conflicts, and mark class."

"But it also built a natural flood pond for the rampaging barbaric power."

Looking at Thales who was confused, Morat snorted:

"Yesterday, if you drank that glass of wine according to etiquette, if you followed the aristocratic fashion and ate something else, if you wrote 'Dueling is strictly prohibited' on the facade, if you adhered to the royal family's usual aloof style, instead of being dissatisfied with An

Protesters like K. Bailar are welcome to come..."

Morat changed the subject:

"And this, this is the 'weakness' you exposed yesterday - at least one of it."

He didn't say any more.

But Thales's brows furrowed even more tightly.

The prince suddenly remembered that on the day he returned to Yongxing City, Marius had unkindly prevented the prince from showing up in public and insisted that he stay low-key in the carriage, saying that this would "save a lot of trouble."

And he...

He proudly gave Marius a sword in return.

Morat exhaled and let the black-veined vines on his knees stretch randomly:

"Most nobles and high-ranking people have grown up under such norms since they were young. It is almost instinctive: they know that they must act with restraint, express their opinions cautiously, behave politely, and have a serious and upright attitude. They subconsciously practice separation.

with the principle of segmentation to avoid setting a bad example and breaching the dam, allowing power – whether top-down suction or bottom-up buoyancy – to swallow them up.”

With the lowest feeling of despair, Thales snorted sarcastically.

"You mean, I need to go back and reinvent my etiquette lessons?"

But the Black Prophet's eyes were sharp and he ignored his interruption:

"But this also creates a problem that these people use every day without knowing it: they are used to doing it, like instinct, but they don't know why they do it."

"They cannot get over this high wall and dam. Outside the norms, they will be at a loss when faced with the barbaric attitude of power after breaking free from the constraints."

The old man in the wheelchair looked directly at Thales and his tone changed:

"But Your Highness Thales, you, you are different."

Thales was startled.

The Black Prophet raised his lips slightly:

"Although you are of noble birth, you come from humble beginnings."

"You are based on the upper reaches of the river, but you can understand the huge waves on the lower bank of the other bank better than most nobles and dandy officials."

"And today you see how they originate inconspicuously from the tiny ripples under your noble fingertips."

Thales bit his lower lip.

"First this mess, then my past..."

The prince suppressed the confusion and confusion in his heart:

"Having said so much, you want me to stand on this high wall, make a choice between gains and losses of power, make sacrifices, ignore and accept the 'big wave' after the 'ripples', only then can I overcome my weakness and become

Truly 'powerful'?"

Speaking of this, Thales felt distressed.

Morat stared at him for a long time.

But unexpectedly, the old man finally shook his head.

"No."

"I told you to eliminate your weaknesses."

“But the means don’t have to be rigid.”

The next second, Black Prophet's tone became urgent, and every word contained strength:

"A little wave will turn into a torrent."

"Understatement is full of color."

"A whisper can make one deafen."

Morat's eyes flashed, as if there were blades in them:

"From another perspective, this is not a weakness, but a strength."

"It is the true power of power."

"It is the power that many people dream of."

At that moment, Thales had an illusion:

The old man in the wheelchair in front of him became the deepest point in the endless darkness, swallowing up all the light.

King Nun, King Charman, King Kessel... These people seemed to be looking at him from the other side of darkness.

The black-veined vines made an ominous sound and squirmed more violently.

"You are not good at drinking, so countless brewing workers have been laid off because of the banquet organizers' suspicion and doubts about your preferences..."

"But your clear taste in wine can also force wine merchants to work hard to brew better wine, or do everything possible to expand new business routes for exporting abroad."

The Black Prophet suddenly became aggressive:

"Your reckless duel at the banquet will cause thousands of young people to spill blood on the streets due to impulse."

"But your bravery and fearlessness in the face of a duel can also inspire the martial spirit of the kingdom and wipe out the voice of invincibility."

"Your tolerance for lawless people like Bailar will make countless subordinates unstable and ready to take action."

"But your harsh pursuit of justice and life can also warn people of evil spirits, deter unhealthy tendencies, and unite noble people to go through fire and water for you."

"If you make good deeds at the banquet and follow the example, you will attract the profit-seeking villains to flock to the crowd, and the people will not know the good or the bad."

"But you can also turn your hand into a decree, speak out and make contributions, lead the direction of the kingdom, and open up a way out for the future."

Thales faced the intelligence chief of the Secret Service in shock.

I saw the old man saying gloomily:

"You, who are on both sides of the high wall, should focus on these, rather than lingering anxiously on the ruins of power after the flood tide passes."

The power of power.

Thales stared at Morat, with mixed thoughts and confusion in his mind.

But then he remembered another passage:

[Believe me, your people can always give you unexpected and counterproductive feedback.]

【People will always respond to the ruler in ways that are unexpected and catch him off guard.】

The Duke of Xihuang seemed to be standing in front of him again, with a ferocious face and a tacit smile at him.

Thales was heartbroken.

"But you said it," he said with difficulty:

"My 'action' itself is more influential than its content and substance."

"No matter what I do, there will be countless messes, and if I deliberately make up for it..."

"That's right!"

The Black Prophet interrupted him loudly, his voice like a poisonous snake spitting a message, but at this moment it was very powerful:

"That's why you have to be more focused and go all out,"

"Trying to get the content and substance of your actions," he stretched out his finger and pointed at Thales' heart:

"Beyond itself."

"The original sin that transcends its place and existence, in turn, covers its weaknesses."

"Are you worried that with the bonus of your power, your concern for your childhood playmates will become their prison river ferry bell?" Black Prophet suddenly mentioned what Thales cared about most: "Then you have to think more about how to

Let your concern and your actions go beyond the limitations of your position of power and drive away the ferry boat that is urging you to die."

Thales looked uncertain and confused.

"What you have to do is not to make up for it, but to take control. It is not to stand on this high wall and sigh, but to ride on this high wall and ride the waves."

Black Prophet snorted coldly: "There is a proverb in the Far East..."

"A gentleman serves things, and a villain serves things."

Thales pondered silently.

"Your Highness," Morat held down the arm of the chair, and the black-veined vines on it gradually calmed down: "This is what the late king did."
To be continued...