Hidden Yao Era

The doctor laughed and said, "Haha, it's okay, I think it's normal for you to be hard to accept." Hearing that a deeply ingrained belief has been overturned can make ordinary people feel uncomfortable. "

"The sacred existence of the empire is also a deep-rooted belief in many people, so what do you think is the reason for the collapse of the empire?" asked Castor impatiently.

"It's a very big question, and dozens of books could be written on this topic. I can only discuss it from the perspective of sociology and anthropology. "

"Please!" Castor said, earnestly. Sonia looked at Casto and the attitude of the two of them and thought it was a little funny, but she kept her mouth shut. Casto didn't notice, but Dr. Francesca glanced at Sonia and smiled, "Sociologically speaking, the collapse of the empire is directly related to class solidification. In order to strengthen his control over the country, the Emperor appointed only members of the noble families of the Empire's expansion period to important positions, to the exclusion of other galactic powers that were included in the Empire's rule. This exacerbates the antagonism between the local and the central. "

"Then why doesn't the empire absorb the noble members of other galaxies and restrict them through a series of surveillances and systems?" asked Casto.

Dr. Francesca nodded and said, "Of course they did. It was even carried out, but when the nobles found that they had no real power in the center, they were reluctant to go there again. The members who later serve in the empire are often marginalized nobles, but they do not want to maintain the relationship between the family and the central government, but use the power of the central government to restrict and even exploit the interests of the family in their own galaxy. This has further intensified the relationship between the central and local governments. "

"This is really the opposite!" Casto exclaimed.

Dr. Francesca nodded with satisfaction, "Yes, human institutions are often designed to backfire. Man often forgets the complex nature of human beings. And I don't think it makes sense from an anthropological point of view to form such a galactic regime ruled by the will of an emperor. "

"Why?".

"Because of the limited capabilities of human beings, anthropologically speaking, human physical and mental strength has not evolved enough to support him in controlling such a large empire. At the same time, the complexity of the human spirit has led to very different cultural, political, and economic habits from galaxy to galaxy, making it too difficult to unify them. Many times it is not that the emperor wants to neglect the government, but that he is too busy. At the same time, the organizational culture based on this human weakness has bred many corrupt and ultra vires behaviors that the emperor cannot control, which is unavoidable. Dr. Francesca said regretfully.

"But the empire lasted for hundreds of years. Castor wanted to justify the existence of the Empire, so he deliberately said so.

Dr. Francesca said, "Yes, humanity still has illusions about the creation of a unified nation for all mankind. This fantasy has lasted for thousands of years. Probably it's this kind of thinking that has made so many people work to keep the empire alive and keep it going for so long. "

"However, I think that if we want to maintain a state for all mankind, we must not rely on a monarchy, but on a republic. The structure of our geosphere government is still relatively reasonable, and thus has lasted for thousands of years. And many countries on the planet have also been going on for a long time, such as a certain oriental country, which has been perpetuated through cultural inheritance and common ideals, which is also interesting, and I want to study it next. "

"Well, you're a respectable scholar, thank you for your guidance, I've learned a lot today!" Casto said.

"Hahaha, thank you, you are very different from ordinary firefighter officers, you should have a good academic performance in the military school, and I feel that you have a strong ability to accept knowledge. Dr. Francesca said with a smile.

"Thank you, I'll come back to you for advice when I have the chance!, so I won't bother for now!" Casto said.

"Hey, let's go, Doctor!" said Sonya. After they say goodbye to the doctor, Sonia drives Casto back to the chapel. In parting, Casto apologized to Sonia again: "I'm really sorry today, I'm out of shape. "

"There's nothing to be ashamed of, a person like you is precious! you're a man of conscience!" Sonya's clear voice spilled into Casto's heart like a ray of bright morning sunshine. Casto smiled sheepishly at her.

"I think I've got to show you something beautiful, I'll show you an artist next time!" Sonia said.

"Artists, you wanderers?".

"No, it's Mr. Ingmar from Mars, from your hometown. Sonia said.

"Okay, maybe we'll have a common language. Casto said submissively.

"I'll see you next time!" Sonia said, turning to leave. Casto looked at her back and thought all the way.

When Casto returned to the chapel, he saw that there were still some missionaries preaching, and Emilia was at war with one of the missionaries. It didn't take long for the missionary to cry out, "Ah, I don't believe in God at all! God! I am filthy myself! Help! I am going to wash my body in the holy pool! my eyes, my throat!" Casto watched as the missionary rushed to the holy pool and jumped down.

Casto then walked up to Emilia and asked, "What did you say to ......him?" Crazy?".

"I didn't say anything, but after analyzing his psychology and beliefs, I found that his belief in God was not strong. After pointing out this, he was ashamed and became like this. Emilia lit a cigarette and said casually.

"You're amazing!" Casto admired.

"Hahaha, you're pretty good, I thought you were shot after going out for so long!" Emilia laughed.

"Shoot, Sonia was good to me, how could you shoot me?" Castor said.

"They would shoot the diehards who didn't believe in God and couldn't get rid of the evil thoughts, and they could see my good thoughts, and they always felt that they wanted me to believe in God, so they kept sending missionaries to call me in turn. How are you, that beautiful woman is good to you, and she's preaching to you, isn't she?" said Emilia.

"Not really, but I sympathize with what happened to them, and that's probably why they didn't shoot me, right?" Castor said, feeling a little scared.

"Well, then we're all safe now. I'm tired today and want to sleep. You're tired from going out for so long, right?" said Emilia tiredly. Castor felt sleepy, too, and left Emilia to fall asleep at his bedside.

The next day, Sonia takes Casto to meet the Martian artist she spoke of. Sonia drove to a gorgeous mansion. The mansion is located next to the artificial river in the underground city, and is connected to the road by a steel bridge. The mansion was damaged during the war, but the marble decoration on it still retains the elegance of the mansion.

"Come on, this is a residential area opposite, which used to be the most exclusive house on Titan, and we have placed some people who are interested in quality of life here. The artist Mr. Ingmar lives here. Sonia said.

"Okay, I'm going to meet my fellow Martians. Casto said.

They walked across the steel bridge and into the building, which was decorated with beautiful marble. As soon as you enter the building, you are amazed by the spacious lobby and the artwork that surrounds it. He didn't expect that the area controlled by the Pluto rover would have such an aesthetic level. They then entered the elevator and walked through a neatly lit hallway to room 66 on the sixth floor where Mr. Ingmar lived. Knock knock, Sonia knocked on the door. The door opened, and a pungent smell came over me, mixed with paint, paint, ink, and a great smell of sweat. Castor almost threw up.

Sonia also covered her nose and said, "Mr. Ingmar, how many days have you not cleaned the house!?ah!! you smell bad too!Have you not taken a shower in a few days?".

"I've been drawing! I've had no time to take a shower, let alone clean the house! I'm angry when there's a fight! I'm angry when I'm angry, I'm going to get carried away when I'm painting, and it's none of my business to take a shower, clean my room, throw out the garbage, or even eat! I'm going to paint, I'm going to paint when I'm emotional! Is there anything wrong with that!?" said Mr. Ingmar angrily.

"What about Miria?" asked Sonya.

"The firefighters ran away before they came, and she was afraid to come here with me, and she has been hysterical since she came here. But she has always taken care of my life. When she heard the news, she directly asked her father to send a spaceship to pick her up, and before leaving, she stubbornly asked me to follow her back. I'm not going back, it's so nice here, especially with clean people like you. "

Mr. Ingmar suddenly realized something and added, "Haha, I don't mean anything else, I mean this girl is very clean inside, I don't think anything wrong about her, she doesn't really arouse my desires." I have only spiritual admiration for her!" Mr. Ingmar embarrassed himself with his thoughtless explanation, and then scratched his long sticky hair in embarrassment.

"Alas, I was too presumptuous to visit without contacting you, which is rude. I'll help you clean the house as compensation!" Sonia said.

"Ahh Then he turned his gaze to Casto: "Sonia, who is this?".

"This is Casto, he's an officer of the firefighters......" Before Sonia could finish speaking, Ingmar said: "Alas, why are you saving the lost soul again, you got a female officer last time, and I cried so much that I cried with her, and she kept looking for me and slept with me, and was almost seen by Milia! I have been avoiding her since then! "

"What!?is Sonia pimping?" Casto blurted out, he had meant to make a joke, but he didn't have a good sense of proportion. Sonia greeted her with a punch after hearing this.