"This is the instinct for survival, even God cannot change it."
He walked back to the huge map, his fingers slowly tracing the vast and fragmented territories of the Old Empire.
"When survival resources are depleted, any moral preaching will appear pale and laughable."
Louis suddenly turned around, his gaze sharp as a blade: "So the first thing I did was not to build churches or courts.
Instead, it was to grow food, repair heating, open mines, and make fertilizers... first to ensure the right to survive.
To let people live like humans without having to fight over each other just to survive.
At that time, they will naturally follow human rules."
He stopped speaking and looked at Varius: "Those virtues you praise.
Are merely decorations that naturally sprout out after the overflow of productivity."
Varius did not respond immediately, instinctively raised his hand and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
This explanation made him uncomfortable.
