"No, no, no, Paimeng, there is no conflict between the Imperial Academy's compliance with King Daci Shu's leadership and their dislike of King Da Ci Shu."

Ying shook her fingers, trying to explain her logic more clearly.

"Before discussing this issue, I would like to ask you a question first. Paimon, do you think the sages have the power they have today because of the gift of King Daci Shu or their own efforts?"

"This...that must be a gift...that's not right, nor is hard work..."

Paimon thought about the difference between the two, but found that she could no longer discern the source of the Sages' power.

Seeing this, Kujo Sora helplessly grabbed the little guy's messy hands on his hair.

In fact, Miss Tengu roughly understood the reason when she first said this.

There is no other reason, because Ina Wife was in the same situation before.

Kujo Sora coughed slightly and said.

"Part of the power of the sages comes from King Daci Shu, but more of it comes from the academic and civil service system that has lasted for thousands of years in Xumi."

Seeing Paimon blinking his eyes with complete incomprehension, Kujo Sora continued to answer.

"As we all know, the Demon God, as the Seven Rulers of the World, has the responsibility and obligation to rule all living beings. However, no matter how powerful the Demon God is, he cannot handle everything when facing millions or even tens of millions of people. This is even if he has mastered the power of the void.

The same is true for the God of Wisdom, so after Xumi was established, she chose some talented people to help her manage Xumi."

"But this method also has an obvious shortcoming, that is, it is not stable and sustainable enough. After all, there are only a few who are talented and can stand out. Therefore, when the original sage was awarded the title by King Daci Shu, the Teaching Academy was born

Already."

What Kujo Sura talks about is the history clearly recorded in Sumeru, but few sentient beings in Sumeru carefully identify the impact of these histories on future generations.

"After the birth of the Teaching Council, the manpower problem that had been bothering King Dacishu was finally solved. She began to intentionally use the Teaching Council to select talents and slowly decentralized the power to control things. From then on until now, she has

After thousands of years, the scholar-civilian system under this time span accumulated a lot of shortcomings, and began to turn into a deep-rooted civil servant interest group in Xumi, and the Six Sages' confidence in not liking King Daci Shu came from

this."

Having said this, Kujo Sora sighed.

In fact, in the final analysis, the gods alone cannot control everything and need to assign tasks to their subordinates.

Assigning tasks means dividing power. Once power is divided, new interest classes will be formed.

The most fundamental and unsolvable problem still exists today, that is, King Daci Shu cannot control everything in Sumeru by himself, so he must rely on the civil service system.

"Oh, I get it!"

Paimon clapped his hands, but Ying directly grabbed her little face.

"What do you know? I think you don't understand it at all."

She didn't expect Paimon to understand this, just let her hear the general idea in her mind, and save the little guy from having to ask questions later.

After the two quarreled for a while, Kujo Sora asked.

"So what do we do next?"

"Simple, since the sages don't want the Flower God's Birthday Festival to succeed, we can just do the opposite. And judging from the content of the commission, the site that the Chiron Sect is responsible for should be the Grand Bazaar."

As he talked, Ying already had a preliminary plan deep in his heart.

In the Grand Bazaar, members of the Zubair Theater gathered around the stage, planning the upcoming performance of the Flower Goddess Festival.

As the core member of the current theater, Nilu's job of presenting the Dance of the Flower God to the God of Grass finally came to her this year.

In fact, before last year, it was her mother who did this work.

Her mother also worked at the Zubair Theater before and was also the most popular dancer.

It's just that because she's too old and not suitable for public appearances, she can only take a back seat after marriage. Only at the Flower Goddess' birthday festival every year will she appear on the stage to perform a dance.

As Nilu grew older, this task was finally handed over to Nilu this year.

"Don't be nervous. After all, this is not an official occasion. As long as you do your best, it's fine."

"But Mr. Zubair, I am still far from my mother..."

Backstage at the theater, Nelu was wearing a costume imitating the Goddess of Flowers, and she looked downcast.

She was completely different from the one she had laughed in the tavern before.

Sheikh Zubair stood in front of her and tried his best to comfort her.

"There is no need to compare with your mother. Your mother has devoted decades of effort to dancing, and you have just embarked on this path. Believe me, as long as you try your best, Lord Grass God will not be dissatisfied.

, after all, that gentleman is so kind-hearted."

Having said that, Nilu did not cheer up, but she also knew that she should not show such a posture in front of Mr. Zubair, so she just left the theater with a forced smile.

Looking at the girl's leaving figure, Sheikh Zubair shook his head helplessly.

"Should we go to Nilu's mother and ask her to enlighten her?"

In fact, Nilu's dancing...does have a lot of room for improvement, especially compared to her mother.

But the audience in front of the theater had never said anything like this before.

Although there was some tolerance for the little girl during this period, what was more important was that Nilu herself had the advantages that her mother had long since lost.

That is youth.

Her youthful figure is enough to make up for Nilu's lack of skills. Her youthful figure dances across the stage, firmly catching the eyes of the spectators on her body.

After all, how many people would like a married woman with children of eighteen or nineteen years old to continue to show off her gracefulness on stage? Not everyone has this hobby.

What's more, no matter how hard you take care of yourself, a person in his forties can't compete with an eighteen-year-old girl.

Zubair knew this, but it was impossible for him to say it in front of Nelu.

It is very rude when a daughter talks about her mother.

"Oh...what should I do?"

Nilu was walking on the streets of the Grand Bazaar, subconsciously looking for a quiet corner to think about things.

Just when she was about to turn into an alley, she happened to bump into the trio who had just come out of it.

"Hey!"

The girl screamed in surprise and fell to the ground.

"Sorry, are you okay?"

Seeing this, Ying quickly stepped forward and helped him up.

As a captain-level existence, it is naturally impossible for her to be knocked out by a little girl...even though she is also a little girl herself.

Paimon and Kujo Sora recognized Neru, but their faces were calm, pretending not to know at all, fearing that the other party would think too much.

"Ah, I'm fine...I just didn't look at the road when I was walking."
Chapter completed!