Robin secretly curled his lips. But he was now used to some of Belle's statements, and he understood that what Belle said was not the same as what he did.

"It is impossible for man to be omniscient and omnipotent, Robin," continued Beller. "What you see with your own eyes, what you consider, what you perceive, what you perceive is a very small part. A person always has no place to reach, and at this time, he must ask those 'reliable friends'."

"Intelligence dealers are indispensable after all..." Beller whispered to himself. I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, Beller's words were very light, but Robin still heard them.

They had already returned to their living room at this time. Robin was about to say goodbye, but saw a servant in uniform rushing to come with a letter in his hand.

Berel took the letter, then waved his hand and signaled the servant to retreat. He opened the envelope and read it carefully after the other party left.

"Sir General, this is your...a reliable friend asked you about the information?" Robin asked, in fact, his tone of speaking was a bit ironic.

"That's right." Beller admitted without blushing. "Robin." He smiled, but his smile was a little ambiguous. "Robin, for some people, he dares to say anything, but he dares to do things randomly; for others, he dares to do anything, but he dares not talk randomly. These two types of people may have the same result, it depends on which one you want to do."

“Is there a third type?”

"Of course there is. The third type of person who dares to say anything and do anything! But it is best to mess with such people less, because if such people are not capable enough, they will lie in the grave. Only those who have enough capital to support themselves can survive."

While talking to Robin, he looked at the letter. The content of the letter was not very long, just two pieces of paper. So Beller quickly finished reading the letter and pondered silently.

"Sir, what news did your friend bring to you?" Robin was a little curious.

"I can show you." Berel delivered the letter to Robin.

The content of this letter is indeed relatively simple, mainly about the political system implemented by the Blood Duke Asu Ruffat in Sivania. The Blood Duke established a relatively unique way. He did not send officials everywhere to rule in his name, but allowed all regions to be "autonomy" and each town could elect its own leaders. However, unlike the feudal system, he did not require these leaders to swear allegiance to him, but asked them to be responsible to the town itself, and allowed the residents to decide whether these leaders will stay or not through a voting method with the participation of the whole people.

He usually stays in his castle and occasionally arranges some commands and tasks to these places through magic. Usually, it is a task of large-scale construction, but it does not interfere with daily life.

The more Robin reads, the stranger it becomes. It's really a strange system. Can this maintain rule? But after all, the other party is a vampire and a monster that drinks human blood. It's normal to have some different ideas or wrong thoughts from humans.

"General, it's really strange. Why do vampires do this? It's neither rule nor independence, nor seal..."

"It should be, just make a simple matter." Berel replied. He held his face with one hand and sat in a chair with a contemplative expression. "The so-called rule must have corresponding personnel. For example, if I am the 'temporary' governor, if I do not have a small noble who is familiar with local humanities and geography, act as the commander of the public security forces, and there are no subordinate officials who can write and calculate to handle taxes and spend these chores, and there are no professional workers to maintain cities, roads and buildings, then what can I do alone? The problem of vampires is probably like this. He really lacks trustworthy and capable of managing intermediate officials, so he simply throws everything out and ignores it. However, everything is just a bubble."

"Foam?"

"Or it's more appropriate to phantoms." Berel replied. "Anyway, these things look good, but are essentially worthless, and can be broken with one puncture. You know, Robin, any system, as long as the vampire is defeated... Then..." He picked up the envelope at hand and folded it, tried to put it on the table, and then blew a light breath.

"Just like this," Berel said softly. "Things without force will disappear soon."

"But General, you said that the system is also an important force."

"That's right, for example, Ryan is a system of small amounts of enfeoffment and large amounts of direct jurisdiction. The Stigia region, such as St. Gene, is a system of large amounts of enfeoffment and small amounts of direct jurisdiction. Even with the same population and geographical environment, the power of the two is very different, and it can even be said to be two different types of forces."

"But Sivania has only about 100,000 people. Even if the gods of the star field arrive, it is impossible to create a powerful army based on this population. Previously, Sivania had an army of about 10,000 people, not relying on local personnel and taxes, but basically maintained by external forces. Therefore, in the upcoming war, no matter what system the vampire adopts, we don't need to worry about it. Anyway, it's just phantoms and bubbles."

After saying this, he seemed to be thinking about something again.

"I'm worried about another small thing. Remember, Robin, the Bin clan seemed to have sent a female fortune teller to inquire about the future of the vampire, but the vampire directly detained the fortune teller."

"Yes. But is divination reliable?" Robin asked back. Although he is still young, he has also seen some things like divination. After Beller taught for a few years, he can now use a very rational gaze and a logical mind to analyze divination.

"I have only seen liars in the world, but I can't be sure... Can this world really predict the future?" Berel replied. "Those people from the Bin tribe believe in the power of divination so much. It wouldn't be appropriate to say that they are fools who were randomly deceived... But if they can really grasp the future accurately..."

He pondered. "Of course, I think this is impossible. If we could really grasp the future accurately, then this fortune teller would have become a hot commodity among the hot commodity. How could it fall into the hands of a small tribe? This must be a force with great flaws."

She felt the man's breathing was a little rapid, but that was all. Her clothes were taken off and she stood in front of the other side without any concealment. However, she couldn't feel the other side looking at him, nor could she feel other changes. Logically speaking, she should be able to feel his heartbeat now... but in fact she could only feel her heart beating violently.

Sure enough, it still doesn't work? She persisted for a few seconds, but in the end she couldn't help but cover her chest with her arms. Oh... her breasts are too small... But my grandmother said she would definitely continue to grow in the future...

"Get in here." She heard the other person say. Then she heard the sound of running water, a liquid pouring in from all directions, drowned her before she could shout.

"Carrie, it turns out that this thing is not independent." After Ash Rufate noticed that the sink was filled with liquid, the "universal therapy device" in the distance began to shine at the same time.

"Well, you must use it with the debugging sink. But there are only four excuses, that is, you can only treat four people at a time." Carrie replied. "Master, the analysis has begun."

"analyze?"
Chapter completed!