Yuanshen: The sea of ​​sand at the beginning, straight to the seat of God

Chapter 10 09 - Conquest Not Domination
Babel said slowly.

"I'm an elder, and I should have encouraged a child's pure dreams, but you and I just talked about a power struggle, and I can't treat you like an ordinary child."

The elders of the tribe regained their composure, "This is a foolish dream, the imagination of a fool, you can't do it."

She could still listen because Rama showed another value.

He is a scholar first, and the original god second. The two identities bring two tolerance values.

Because Rama has value, his delusions are called by Babel the dream of a child's innocence.

If he is worthless, the people of the tribe will just slap him and tell him to stop dreaming.

This is not an ignorant blow to education, but a bloody reality.

"The elders of the tribe are fighting for power, and you want to clean up those elders who don't obey your orders."

Rama sighed, "But at the same time, you teach the lower-level tribesmen that everyone is blood relatives and should help each other."

"This is not a conflict." Babel crossed his legs with a relaxed expression. "The power struggle is a matter between us, but the power we fight for is based on the tribal people at the bottom."

"They are unwilling to support us. Mistresses and elders are all vain things."

"For the entire desert, what do you think is the relationship between tribes?" Rama continued to ask.

"Enemies." Babel said thoughtfully, "You don't have to go on."

She knew very well what Rama said afterwards.

It is nothing more than emphasizing the relationship between the desert and the rainforest, emphasizing the real hatred.

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"Do you know what hatred is?" Babel's face turned cold. "In this tribe, everyone has to fight for survival. If your father died at the hands of another tribe's warrior, then you must kill the other tribe to resolve the blood feud after you become stronger."

"At this moment, the other party's child also has hatred. He will look forward to an opportunity to take your head away to pay homage to his father."

"The only way to end the hatred is to kill all the enemies," she stood up, "because the dead will never act with hatred."

"You tell them that our poor life is due to the conspiracy of the rainforest people, and we should unite with other tribes... So how do you calm down the hatred that the tribes have hunted each other for 500 years?"

"With your mouth and words, my dear boy?"

Rama's expression remained unchanged, "You are in a hurry, Elder."

Babel's expression twisted for a moment.

"you!!!"

"Knowing the truth and practicing the truth are two different things." Rama said softly, "You know I'm right, but you can't follow the right path, so you refute my innocence and immaturity."

"It's like, as long as I'm wrong, you're right."

Very classic means.

When I can't prove I'm right, I can only call you wrong.

You are wrong, and I am naturally right when I am against you.

"So what if you are right? Should the right one be promoted, and the right one should be promoted?"

Babel retorted, "You are too young, Rama, the world has never been like this!"

On the temple, the rotten wood is the official, and between the palace and the majesty, the beasts eat the salary...

You can earn money if you lose your money, but if you lose your conscience, you can earn more!
The world has always been like this. It promotes kindness and beauty, but gives more living space to evil and filth.

But this is not a reason for people to accept filth and reject beauty.

Rama took a deep breath and spoke calmly: "If something has always been like this, is it right?"

"Isn't it always true?" Babel twisted his wrist, "Then there is only one thing that is always true."

She couldn't convince Rama, and she even had a tendency to be persuaded by Rama.

But fortunately, she still has one thing that can convince Rama.

When words are not enough, fists are used.

From Babel's perspective on life, fists are more useful than words.

Words are indeed limited.

Rama sighed.

The answer is not at all unexpected.

In the 500 years since the death of the Red King, it is not that the desert has no capable people, and it is not that no one has seen someone behind the scenes to induce division and confrontation and instigate hatred.

But if you see it, what's the use?
He is your father-killing enemy, so just say whether you want to kill him or not.

You yourself carry hatred, so why don't others have hatred?

You yourself are not willing to put away grievances, you are not willing to be the first to abandon hatred and unite with others, how dare you ask others to give up hatred?

Compared with the indistinct hatred of sowing dissension, blood feud is just around the corner, and the dilemma of plundering supplies for survival is just around the corner, and one cannot see too far into the future.

When you look up at the stars, you must not forget to lower your head to eat.

When I can't get enough to eat, I don't have the mind to take care of the stars.

There are too many smart people in the world, but being smart is never the key to accomplishing something.

"No one can eliminate hatred, elder." Rama shook his head, "Including me."

"But power can suppress hatred, and force can keep people temporarily peaceful."

"And then, hope and fertile land will change all that."

Babel laughed angrily.

She would rather Rama hadn't considered all of this, this is the privilege of children, they don't have to think about everything, and adults shouldn't have such high expectations of children.

Even the desert with harsh survival conditions will give children some opportunities.

It is a child's birthright to have the capital to try the wrong path.

But the adults can't, if the adults make mistakes, they must pay an equal price, and there is no need to be forgiven.

But Rama was not like that.

After thinking about the hatred, he shook his head and said that it was impossible for him to persuade a group of people to give up their hatred.

So he has an answer.

"I will put a sword around their necks, and when they are afraid of death and conquest, they will abandon their hatred and use it for me."

"And when I get the fertile land of the rainforest and bring hope and resources to Shahai, they will completely forget their hatred and be convinced by the territory and resources I brought."

This answer is far more absurd than no consideration.

Not being able to think about it is a matter of ability. After thinking about it, he came up with this kind of answer, which is obviously a problem with his head.

"Just with a God's Eye?" Babel restrained her smile.

"No, something else is needed." Rama shook his head, "But this is the final answer."

"You won't succeed." Babel shook his head, "Forget it, before words, I think you need the education of fists and sharp blades more."

"That's exactly what I want to show you, Mother."

Rama saluted respectfully.

Something important but not very important, Babel was his adoptive mother.

(End of this chapter)