He had failed to get any useful advice from Marquis Oxtail.
Liszt's father had already had his horizons constrained by the knightly system. His worldview had taken shape and solidified; he could see no need for improvement anywhere.
It was still the set of rules Legendary Continent had grown accustomed to—kings governed kings' lands, nobles governed nobles' lands; they fought together when war came, divided the spoils together when there was filth to share, then each went home and found their own mothers. A king was hardly a king at all; in essence, he was merely the big brother leading the pack.
There was no question that this system was terribly backward, but it did suit the current conditions of productivity.
After Marquis Oxtail and his son left, Liszt leaned back in his chair, still pondering the matter. When he had first transmigrated, he had been full of ambition. He had wanted to change the social system, replacing feudal enfeoffment with centralized rule and concentrating all authority in the hands of a single monarch.
But institutional reform was not something that could be accomplished overnight.
Had China not had Qin Shi Huang's grand ambition to "carry forward the legacy of six generations, wield the long whip to command all beneath Heaven," sending heads rolling in rivers of blood, it likewise would have found centralized rule difficult to achieve. Besides, in Liszt's current view, whether enfeoffment or centralization, both were backward feudal systems.
It was truly hard to say whether enfeoffment was more comfortable, or centralization was more comfortable—when one stood atop the pyramid as a dragon-raising family, and one that raised multiple dragons at that, life would be comfortable either way.
"A better system? Democracy and republicanism are games neither the common people nor I know how to play. Why