"Now that things have come to this, Xandar has been completely assimilated." Frigga was extremely satisfied with Evenson's idea.
Compared to the Asgardians, the Xandarians were physically weak by nature, a naturally inferior people. The referendum had torn them apart and divided them, leaving them to hate one another rather than unite. The humiliation of the people had already taken shape. Now, Evenson's proposal would not only sever the foundation of Xandar's statehood, but completely plunder private wealth as well, turning them into paupers.
Once they became paupers, they would spend every day worrying about their livelihoods. They would have no time to think of anything else, only to struggle desperately for survival. That was exhausting the people. A poor man loses his ambition, just as a skinny horse grows a long mane. All that remained was to establish her own authority, mete out rewards and punishments clearly, and she could unify the people.
The essential art of a ruler, the five methods of governing the people—more than half had already been accomplished!
But then another problem presented itself before Frigga. "You have rendered Asgard such great service this time that I do not even know how to reward you."
"To serve the Heavenly Queen, I would not dare ask for rewards." Evenson was blooming with joy inside. Finally, they had gotten to this subject. And I was only being polite just now, so don't take it seriously!
"Good!" Frigga clapped her hands approvingly, making Evenson's heart skip. You really took that polite nonsense seriously? Fortunately, Frigga continued, "But according to Asgardian law, those with crimes must be severely punished, and those with merit must be richly rewarded. You have accomplished so much—how could I possibly give you nothing?"
"Everything shall be decided by the Heavenly Queen." Only then did