Quantity is justice.

This is probably the most central and classic phrase of Gustave Le Pen in his 1895 book The Rabble. The master of social psychology and the taxonomist of humanity (Le Pen originally worked on the creation of measurements for the physical characteristics of various races. Later, he developed the theory of racial classification and hierarchy, which can be described as "indispensable" to the development of racism and social Darwinism, and explained in blood-soaked words why the masses are "blind", "impulsive", "fanatical", and "gullible".

It is impossible for the ruled races under Alfheim to be indifferent to their own treatment, and it is impossible for the largest number of humans in the fourth estate to willingly accept such a system.

being squeezed;

be belittled;

be managed;

No one will gladly receive this.

But if there is a more miserable life waiting for them than it is now, if they get used to this management system, will they still complain and be dissatisfied?

When evil is no longer evil, but is recognized by the general public as "normal" and "everyday", with the blessing of a huge number, can anyone stand up and point out those that are unreasonable, and believe that it is evil that must be eradicated?

This is undoubtedly the righteousness of violence, and it is also an evil way that reverses black and white. But as long as the majority agrees, then everything is fine.

After all, the "masses" are impulsive and changeable, easily suggestive and gullible, simple and exaggerated in their emotions, and finally paranoid and tyrannical. As long as we give some sweetness, get some sad material, and do a good job in mobilizing public opinion, we can convince the masses that those who oppose the authorities are actually harming the interests of the masses themselves. The public will not hesitate to join the frenzy of exterminating the "sociopaths" and "heretics", swallowing and crushing the pebbles that stand in front of the wave, and then everyone will feel the supreme honor and pride of exercising justice and representing justice.

Majority justice, or justice as the masses advocate, is just that.

"For most people, you are terrorists who break the peace. To the elves, you are the perpetrators of the order. Except for a very few believers, no one cares what you think, and most even want to wipe you out to protect their daily lives - even so, do you still insist on your righteousness?"

At that point, it's probably no different from a real terrorist.

Terrorists who insist on their own ideas, do not hesitate to drag ordinary people into their violent activities, and use bloodshed and death to vent their resentment against the world.

"Can that still be called justice?"

The decisive blow.

There is no need to even deliberately oppress with momentum, words and words alone take away everyone's strength.

When the sword sharpened to protect the common people is pointed at the object that should be protected, who can still insist that their claim is justice and believe that they are wielding the sword for justice.

"I'm sorry ......"

The girl lowered her head and murmured.

Valrhona can understand and understand this.

No.

She already knew.

It's just—

"I know what you said, and I don't think there's anything wrong with it, it's not a lie to deceive. ”

Because they are all predictable truths, the entrainment of private goods and the infusion of lies will be exposed at once, and the sense of reality of the foreseeable future is so heavy.

The populace is stupid and blind, and always thinks they are right. But they are also realistic, and they are cunning. So since ancient times, the people have always stood beside the victors and flattered the victors. It would be better if this victor could still bring them a rich life - Li Lin's words are still in my ears.

He was always so right that there was no room for questioning or refutation, and he had to bow down under the blueprint he had drawn for the future.

It's enough to rebel against the infallible agent of divine will, and then you have to be the enemy of the people?

From the very beginning, it was a war that was destined to be won.

"In that case—"

"Even so—"

The two voices overlapped, and Lucoa, who had always had the upper hand, was pressed back.

Even if it were, it was only one of many future possibilities, not a certain future. Even if that turns out in the future, there's room for people to put their beaks in the way and improve on it, isn't it?"

"I can't change it anymore!!Can you turn the whole world around with you?!"

"People who are desperate for the present are not qualified to talk about the future. ”

The present is the result of the past, the future is the result of the present, there is only despair in the heart, and there is only the future full of despair. If you don't look forward to it and don't take the initiative to move towards the light, a better future will not come to you.

Perhaps the absolutely correct Li Lin is what some philosophers call "superman", and it is the right choice to hand over the world to such a "superman" and "Ming Jun" than to let the ordinary people and the princes and nobles who play with power tricks rule the world. Giving a person who has no hope for the future the power to decide everything also means that the world has no other possibilities, and there is only one future left to be raised in isolation and slowly die in immutability.

Can such a future really be called "beautiful"? Some people may think that this is enough, but Valrhona cannot agree with it, and cannot remain silent about it.

"This is not a personal war with Siegfried Otto Lehrin, it is not a war against Alfheim, this is a fight against the 'unreasonable'!"

"This kind of child's crooked reasoning ......!!"

Lukoa paused as she spoke, and her gaze turned to one side.

Valrhona and the others in the cabin also turned to the "unicorn".

The pure white armor is constantly overflowing with colorful phosphorescence, and the phantom light is connected with many girls with the same face, and the colorful light is constantly flowing and floating.

It doesn't look any different than before.

But everyone felt that it was beyond reality, as if the sirens connected to the deepest part of the soul were going off at the same time, and every cell in the body was releasing warnings of "extreme danger" and "get out of here".

The colorful light still flickered and changed, but no one thought that it was something that could make people feel at ease, and even the magnificent colors became one of the sources of fear.

At this point, phosphorescent was no longer a pure luminescence, but a pure color that flowed across the deck, wriggling in the ceiling and in the air—a pure color that was neither physical nor gas, a shimmering, amorphous, and different color from any color in the known spectrum flowed and flew around, as if it were coveting an unknown creature watching its prey.

"'Colors . Out .of . Space）’......”

The moody Lucoa groaned and whispered, and the fearless dragon warrior assumed an extremely vigilant posture.

Before she set out, "over there" warned her that the time for persuasion was not infinite. When you feel that there is a danger in the "color", you must evacuate immediately, regardless of whether the persuasion is successful or not.

Because, something very scary will happen next.