"Breaking the will of Utopia..."
Lu Ban sensed something was amiss.
"You mean to say Utopia has constrained you?"
Hippocrates did not answer directly but took another sip of the wine made from honey insects, which seemed completely normal. However, since Lu Ban knew how this wine was made, he found the scene ironically amusing.
"As you are aware, Utopia created Plato, and the Saint is merely the spokesperson for the city's will. This has been our way of life for centuries, and no one has felt it to be wrong."
Hippocrates put down his glass and continued in a solemn voice.
"Indeed, under the system of Utopia, our lives are quite prosperous, and everyone's lives are harmonious and orderly. Given the conditions of absolute justice, even if someone tries to exploit a loophole, it generally does not have a profound negative impact. We should be grateful for Utopia and should not harbor any thoughts of disobedience."
