The Experimental Log of the Crazy Lich

Politicians are good and bad, because when their reputation is discredited, that is, when political life ends, the result of overpursuing the interests of the "world" is a lack of self, and most of the time the majority opinion is not the truth, but what the world sees as the most correct one.

Therefore, politicians who are supported by the public are controlled by the public, even if they are of a higher level, the longer they take power, the better they will follow the flow, and what they will be able to accomplish in the end is not actually his own standards and abilities, but just to see if the God of Fortune is happy with them.

Politicians are good and bad, it will take years or decades to see, when his successor and successor are not doing well, people will think of their predecessors, cursing “this shit like a day”, while drunk memories of old friends and contemporaries.

By contrast, with worse days and stupid new leaders, people will be surprised to find that the harder the days go by, the better the original leaders actually did, and that life was a golden age without complaining about constant cursing, how many mistakes and how many stupid old men did it, and now looking back, the seeds he had buried had germinated, and how many years later those seemingly stupid practices benefited the people, and his followers, who sounded like beautiful plans and big goals, were still plans and goals a hundred years later.

In addition to politicians and politicians, there is one.

They don't even know why they're walking into leadership positions, what drives them up, not even for themselves.

“… the country is dying, the people are not talking, I must expel foreign enemies to return my river mountains. ”

“This way, our living space will be smaller and smaller, so it won't work... ”

“… to work for the rise of the nation, we want the outsiders to learn their strengths…”

Most of the thinking too much, the lack of ability, are on the way to death, but some people are talented, embracing the ridiculous, childish, and unattainable ideals of others, and finally persevering all the way, they reach the peak as if God bless them, and do what others dare not think all their lives.

Such people, who are ultimately able to leave traces in history, or, to be precise, they make history, are themselves part of history, and if a name is to be found, “historical figures” themselves may be the most appropriate annotations.

But on the contrary, their own fate trajectories are the opposite.

Politicians always make the most money, and the other side of the spectrum they don't have is that anyone can afford to talk to them, always choose the winner for them, until they fail completely, I'm afraid they'll always be at the top of society and enjoy endless prosperity.

Their strengths and weaknesses, as contemporary people can see, are naturally the winners in endless power infighting.

Politicians have different fates, but doing more means doing more wrong. Their honor and insults are constant, and the end result may be good and bad, but when necessary, they also make their own choices, even if it destroys their future.

Their accomplishments will be discovered by posterity, or gratitude, or anger, at least, leaving traces.

Historical figures are even more extreme, they invest heavily, but the gains are not necessarily, and often do not end well, Yuefei, JOAN, Shanghai, etc. Their great achievements are laudable, but they often fall before dawn, or are a tragedy in themselves.

They, who will become history, will become role models for future generations, will also cause countless exclamations, even material for their creators, and the intrinsic difference between the first two, that they will not be forgotten until the history of that nation and race is cut off.

The Aisi continent is brutal, brutally mainstreaming totalitarian politics, brutally making power more efficient than anything else, and politicians tend to live in conditions that are confined to those particular countries.

The chaos of the world, the years of war, has allowed heroes to emerge from the great layers, but there is not much that can really leave a mark in history, and what they have in common, presumably for some purpose, is to forget themselves.

Looking at the background of Gagalore, I think of an acquaintance of the past, Ayer, Esso, Oros, Estrada, who have a different position and conflict of interest with each other, but some things are the same.

They may still be gone, but their ideals and their stories remain in the world, influencing the future of the world, and this old fox, who sees through everything but chooses to give up, seems to have changed the future in his own way.

The old fox who had just spoken about his political opinions turned into a secular businessman, without any anxiety, devoting himself to new work, made me feel more and more underestimating the gagalore in front of me.

“ ……. Of course you underestimated him. He easily ignored you. Didn't you want to get into trouble for selling military supplies? Did he say something like that and you forgot? ”

Heroise's words stunned me. Yeah, for whatever reason, it must be wrong to sell military goods. The goods sent by Lan Meng are for you to prepare for war. Even if you can't use them, you should give them back to the Joint Military Department. What do you mean by "private sales"? What about military discipline?

“Forget it, it's the joint military thing, what do I do? ”

But it doesn't matter if I look at the heat.

While some people underestimate the world with their usual “foolishness", others are able to overestimate their intelligence and lower limits by propaganda and ancestral asylum. In a sense, after the loss of the only emperor, the kingdom of clan, elder elves, the growing number of cunning politicians, even the increasingly popular parliamentarians and parliamentary system, is also the “invention” of the elves.

In a sense, the Pokémon kingdom, which requires popular opinion and prestige support, not only has a constraint mechanism such as the Presbyterian House, but also a class of clan interests exist. Instead, the kingship is repeatedly constrained. The king wants to do something first with the support of a series of domestic bosses, and it does and meets my standards for politicians.

I don't say politicians are naturally short-sighted or anything, but Elders of the Elves are constantly refreshing my lower limits and challenging my reason.

“... those elves are connected to the Church of the Holy See? Even the sacred alliance plan that governs the Ran Alliance was put forward by them? ”

The secret letter signed by Suanna was in my hand, and the pointy-eared messenger in front of me shivered in Cerser, and the unnamed cold air froze the floor of the tent. The cold wind was just a sign of anger. I was not questioning the authenticity of the information, but was simply unable to assess the lower limits of those lunar elves.

I was just thinking that the Northern Moon Pokémon would aspire to escape from the jurisdiction of the Lan Alliance and to independence, but I didn't expect them to “join the enemy” directly, but logically, this possibility does exist, nothing more than an extension of that foreign policy of "proximity," and since they want to escape the control of the Lan Alliance, it seems natural to rely on this most powerful church of the Holy Church without the Pokémon being able to expect it.

And once that sacred alliance is established, it naturally puts its energy into the South and reduces the pressure on them.

“They have a plan...”

Middle-aged Pokémon messengers seem somewhat hesitant to say what they want, and it seems that some things are fearful that letters will be intercepted and written and delivered directly by messengers.

I hit a ringing finger, the dead cat stacked the tent with anti-reconnaissance techniques, and I approached the messenger.

He looked around, his eyes were full of anxiety, but I became more and more interested in the information conveyed, what made it so difficult to say.

“... they are prepared to assassinate Queen Heroise, and have even sent assassins, apart from them, they...”

Rumor has it, I stunned, then, but it was funny, Heroise is now my magic pet, I won't die, what's the point of assassinating her?

But the word of the messenger was not finished, and he looked behind me in panic and cried out.

“… they also intend to kill you! ”

I turned back sharply, and the sword was out of its sheath, but there was no one behind it, but a clear moonlight, and the next moment, my back was somehow cold.

Under the stare of the moonlight, the seemingly honest messenger rushed up, and the blue dagger was full of deadly toxins!

Turns out he's the assassin.