At this point, the outsider Abel became the subject of the Hero King Gilgamesh and the captain of his guards, but he controlled almost all of the royal power in Sumer.
Gilgamesh had given him all his power, and as the Hero King, he had this willfulness.
In Sumer, the Hero King was a king with absolute authority. Other than the High Priest of the Pantheon, there was no one who could shackle Gilgamesh's royal power.
As for the claim that the royal power did not go to the countryside, it was even more ridiculous. In this era, anyone who did not want to fall into Hell after their death would not have the guts to disobey Gilgamesh's orders, let alone those who were seeking death by hiding their own interests.
If the king wanted them dead, they would die without hesitation. There was no delay.
This was the absolute embodiment of divine power being greater than royal power, not to mention that Gilgamesh represented two types of power at the same time.
The people of the Shen Dynasty were always like this. They paid more attention to the world after death than the world before death. They were like the ascetic monks in modern India. They sat under the bodhi tree as thin as skeletons, but they ignored the cows and all the animals passing by leisurely.
In the eyes of such people, the mortal body was just a form of restraint, and life was just a painful trial. What the soul obtained after death was true happiness.
But Abel was not willing to take over such power because he could not handle it well.
Although he was a surpasser, he was too high and mighty. Asking an existence like him to rule a country was undoubtedly making things difficult for him.
How much energy was needed to govern a country? Not to mention a ruler with absolute royal power like Gilgamesh.
Furthermore, most of the powers Abel inherited were lone wolves. Even a possible god would be a complete tyrant and evil god from the perspective of a normal person.
Even a keyboard warrior couldn't manage a company's team, let alone Abel, who wasn't even a keyboard warrior.
The First Emperor had to deal with a total of 300 pounds of bamboo slips and memorials every day. Of course, Abel thought about the plot of the abnormal belt. The 300 pounds might not be bamboo tubes, but paper or even USB drives.
However, the political affairs that needed to be handled in Sumer were definitely not much worse than this.
Being a ruler was also a job. With the best treatment in the world, the work was naturally not easy.
Abel didn't expect to make any changes to the system or behavior to make Sumer rich and powerful. If he wasn't a professional, he would be asking for a snub.
The tricks of those foreign transmigrators using potatoes and advanced systems to create a great empire would not work here because there was no market at all.
Potato? What was the use of that? The growth of the rice in Shendai was controlled by the gods.
Advanced system? When you had a group of gods above your head, those reform policies were meaningless because they would eventually be suppressed by theocracy and royal power.
However, Gilgamesh had no intention of retracting his order. He simply had a pleasant attitude as if he was watching a show. He was watching Rick's show in Uruk's bedroom, and from time to time, he would summon Rick into the palace for a fight.
Abel felt that he could understand Gilgamesh's self-abandonment. He had to deal with so many heavy tasks every day that he almost died from overworking himself. In the end, there was still a group of bastards behind him who were just watching the show and smiling as they collected the results, and there was nothing he could do about it.
This kind of unfair exploitation brought about dispiritedness and impatience. Anyone would go berserk if it happened a few more times.
"I'm really going to become Cao Aman, who holds the emperor hostage and commands the princes.”
Abel looked exhausted as he sat in Gilgamesh's bedroom. He did not have the slightest intention of eating the fruits and vegetables in front of him. He only shook his head.
In the beginning, he just wanted to experience the feeling of being a sage. He found it interesting to handle official business. Later, he even wanted to modify reality and complete it directly.
In the end, reason stopped this thought and treated it as a way to cultivate patience and will.
"Jill, you should at least deal with these people's livelihood matters.”
Gilgamesh, who was in the upper position, was topless as he hugged a scantily dressed beauty. A lion with golden sideburns was lying at his feet. He supported his head with one hand and looked at Abel, who was complaining, with interest.
"What's wrong? Do you not like the power this king has bestowed upon you? You are the first person in Uruk to be entrusted with such a heavy responsibility and authority.”
"But I'm just a wanderer.”Abel frowned.
"Ahahahaha! Interesting. He clearly had power that surpassed the gods, but he didn't care about power at all?”
Gilgamesh laughed happily, as if Abel's recent situation had made him very happy. The beauty beside him immediately smiled and handed him a grape.
Abel let out a long sigh of relief. The reason he could stay in this country to help Gilgamesh manage Sumer was also because he had the intention of helping the people here.
There was not much knowledge that he could impart to the people of this country. Medical technology was one aspect, and he also hoped that Gilgamesh could change his current tyrannical attitude.
Now, it seemed that he was still not suitable to deal with the dispute between Uruk and the gods. Although he had a lot of knowledge, he still had no experience. He still had to rely on Enkidu.
As for other things such as political systems, they could forget about it. Breaking superstition was even more ridiculous. As long as the gods existed, the advanced practices in the Far East would never be able to spread to these lands.
The medical technology in this country was really too poor. It could even be said that there was none at all.
Abel had already learned Uruk and tried his best to engrave what he knew on the clay tablet for them.
As for now, he could only try his best to correct the wrong views of the people on the political level.
Gilgamesh was the only one with royal blood. The will of the gods to appoint him to lead Sumer only needed one person. There was no need for other members of the royal family, or rather, there was no royal family at all. After that, the emperors appointed by the gods would be passed down from generation to generation.
It was a delusion to expect a demigod with Gilgamesh's bloodline to have children with a mortal. His strange bloodline meant that he could not have any children with ordinary women.
Nobles and officials would assist the king in ruling the country, but their power was pitifully small. Not only did they have to be killed by the king, but they could not even entrust the power to govern a city. The nobles and officials of this era were probably the most miserable of their peers.
"Forget it. You can do whatever you want. If I leave these tasks to you, it won't affect this king's enjoyment.”Gilgamesh shook his head casually.
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