"Everything I've done for you?
Haha! "
Staring at the feline girl's beast-like vertical pupils, André shook his head with a chuckle.
"No, I think you've misunderstood something. You killed Uhtred only because he violated my bottom line and attempted to surpass my control over the resources of the Shadow Web in the Sardinia Islands.
As for the grudges between you and him, that's your own business. I brought his head back just to remind you that no matter what you do in the future, it's best to put away your previous tricks.
Although I don't like to use brutality and coldness to establish my authority, if someone provokes me again and again, then I don't mind using some extreme methods. "
"Understood!
You're different from Uhtred. He likes to control everything, even the thoughts of others. You, on the other hand, prefer to draw a red line and let everyone know which areas cannot be crossed. Then, you'll let your subordinates do whatever they want.
I like your way of doing things. At least I can feel a bit of freedom. "
Mia was very smart and pointed out the most fundamental difference between the two of them.
Uhtred was a very traditional mage who advocated the theory of absolute control that had been passed down since ancient times. In other words, ordinary people didn't need to think independently. They only needed to follow the orders of smart people 100%. This was a good thing for everyone.
As for the scope of smart people, it had been decided thousands of years ago. There was no profession in the world that was smarter than mages, so obeying smart people was also obeying mages.
Although it sounded very reasonable and theoretically possible, it ignored the most important point, which was human nature.
No one was willing to admit that they were stupid, and no one was willing to lose their freedom and live under the control of others for the rest of their lives.
One day, two days, a month, or even a year …
As the time of being controlled grew longer, humans who had independent thoughts would have a very strange reaction, and that was a sense of oppression. They would feel that there was an invisible thing constantly pressing down on them, getting heavier and heavier, and finally leading to the illusion that they couldn't breathe.
Soon …
Resentment and hatred would be born!
Without any excuse or psychological comfort, the resentment in people's hearts would grow wildly like weeds. Perhaps under the deterrence of violence and fear, most of them could continue to remain silent. However, if violence and fear lost their effect, a strong resistance would erupt in an instant.
There was no doubt that Uhtred's management style was a failure, because he didn't know what it meant to hide, and he didn't know how to create an illusion of comfort in his heart. If he had used a different method, he might not have fallen to his current state.
This was just like the countries on Earth. Although someone had clearly pointed out that the country was a tool of class rule a long time ago, those who could become the ruling class naturally couldn't be poor. In other words, from the beginning to the end, those who controlled the country were always few in number, but controlled most of the resources of interest groups.
But what was strange was that as long as these interest groups called for the so-called democracy and used the so-called election as a cover to raise the flag that the country belonged to the people, people seemed to be able to find some kind of psychological balance all of a sudden and began to feel at ease that they could really influence the policy.
In fact, the real control had always been in the hands of a small number of people. Ordinary people only received a kind of placebo.
André deeply understood this point, so he rarely gave clear details in his style of doing things. Instead, he just pointed out the goal and things to pay attention to, and left the rest to the people who carried out the task to freely express themselves.
In this way, not only could a person's talent be maximized, but it would also give the other party an illusion that they were very free.
Obviously, Mia didn't understand psychology at all, and she didn't understand that there was essentially no difference between the two. She only found comfort from an emotional point of view and began to accept her new identity with a clear conscience.
"Air of freedom?
Hahahahaha! "
André felt that the other party's answer was full of black humor and sarcasm, and he couldn't help but laugh out loud. After laughing for more than ten seconds, he slowly stopped and continued, "Well, since you like it, I'll give you the opportunity to express yourself as you wish. I'll give you this so-called air of freedom.
If I remember correctly, you seemed to be carrying out a separatist activity against the Rat Men, right? "
"That's right!"
Mia nodded with a puzzled face.
She didn't understand why the other party was laughing, and she didn't understand the meaning of those eyes full of pity.
"Tell me about it, I'm starting to get a bit interested in this plan of yours." André didn't feel the obligation to explain, and directly asked the question he was most concerned about.
"It's very simple. I seduced Old Bernie's grandson, and at the same time, enticed him to rope in a group of young and hot-blooded Rat Men within the guild, and incited their hatred towards the underground guilds. As long as Old Bernie still persisted in his strategy of tolerance, then his tribe would soon face an unavoidable split. If he decided to start a war, then the foundation of Valen City's rule would once again be shaken."
Mia spoke of her plan with a bit of pride. She was filled with a sense of accomplishment for toying with Patty in the palm of her hand. If it weren't for the accident that happened later on, she was confident that she could use this plan to obtain an even higher position.
André raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Oh?
So you're the person behind Patty? "
"That's right, it's me.
What, do you plan to restart this plan? "Mia raised her head and asked carefully.
"Heh heh, yes, I plan to restart this plan. More accurately, I want you to immediately mobilize these young Rat Men filled with hatred and hot-blooded Rat Men.
The time for the decisive battle will soon arrive, and I don't want other powers to be spectators at such a crucial time. Therefore, it's time for Old Bernie to pick a side … "
With that, André's gaze deepened. In reality, he was more afraid of the Rat King's destructive power than the slow reaction of the underground guilds. Therefore, he had to drag the Rat King down with him no matter what.
Mia instantly became excited when she heard the plan to restart, "Weapons!
Master!
I need many, many weapons! "
"There's a cave five kilometers outside the city. Everything you need is in there.
Go now, and help me unveil the prologue of this show. If your performance is satisfactory, then I don't mind giving you a few more scenes. "
André raised the cat girl's chin with his right hand as he spoke, his finger gently sliding between her sexy collarbone and cleavage.
"As you wish, my beloved master …"
Not only did Mia not have any expression of disgust, she even squinted her eyes in enjoyment, like a cat being caressed by its master. She then kissed the back of his hand and quickly disappeared.