Alz's voice was crisp and clear, bringing calm to the heart.
After hearing his opening remarks, Zong Shen found himself viewing him in a new light.
The Protector was not a stubborn, absolute pacifist.
Peace was a byproduct of war.
Cruel as it sounded, unless one lived in a world with infinite resources, absolute peace was unimaginable.
In a normal material world, war was the prerequisite for peace.
Only after baptism by blood and fire could a precious period of peace possibly arrive.
It sounded cruel, but it was the truth.
Of course, periods of peace could be long or short, depending on a combination of factors.
Even the deterrence of overwhelming power was an important part of it.
There were not no examples of peace achieved without fighting; they were simply rare.
No one was willing to gamble on such slim odds and leave their fate in someone else's hands.
Thus, war and conquest instead became prerequisites for improving people's livelihoods.
These words immediately earned Zong Shen's favor.
What he feared most was encountering the stubbornly moralistic type.
In this vast otherworld, if one wanted to rise to prominence, one ultimately needed more flexible moral boundaries.
"Welcome aboard."
"The territory currently needs a suitable Protector to join us."
Protector was an honorary title.
Though not many had received this honor throughout the history of the human kingdoms, there had been some.
Among Protectors, Alz stood out for both his reputation and renown.
He was the son of serfs. When he was young, the lord his parents served was assassinated.
The territory changed hands, and naturally, the slaves who were part of its property were no exception.
The new lord was cruel by nature. After taking in this batch of spoils, he immediately sold them to slave traders.
Not long