A strange world

Chapter 782 Section 13. Flying newspapers

Kingdom of Ruikan, new royal capital, palace.

The young king woke up from the royal couch with a cold face. Ignoring the servants who came to serve him, he walked barefoot to the terrace.

He overlooked the new royal capital in the night for a long time, until the Minister of the Interior walked into the bedroom.

"Did I do a bad job?" Crowe said without looking back.

"Of course not. We stand firmly under the siege of demons and ratmen. No other monarch can do this!"

"Then why does a little city lord dare to jump around like a clown, point at my nose and yell at me?"

The Home Secretary knows who the King is talking about...

Who else but that man could keep the king up late at night blowing wind on the terrace.

"Because they don't know your forbearance and great plan..."

The interior minister standing on the side saw the corners of the young king's mouth curl up.

"go on."

"Nobles and legends are not stupid. And they are still on our side, which is enough to illustrate our future!"

"future……"

The young king looked back. Compared with Annan's almost unchanged appearance, two years of traveling has made Crowe lose the laziness he once had when he succeeded to the throne, becoming mature and haggard.

"Did you know? He only relied on a small city to sit behind me in the Holy Council!"

The Home Secretary quickly found an excuse: "That's prejudice... If the Divine Eye was really that useful, humans would have wiped out the Skaven long ago."

"We can publish an issue of the newspaper to give people confidence."

Crow waved his hand.

"You make the arrangements."

…

New royal capital, seaside restaurant.

It is midsummer now, but the new king is surrounded by rat men and demons, and is not welcomed by the human country. There is a desolate and slightly cold feeling like late autumn everywhere.

The lead-like sea stirred up waves, and a storm was coming. Pedestrians walk in a hurry, wrapping themselves up tightly to avoid being targeted by pickpockets and thieves. The noisy sound of seagulls is annoying.

"New issue of "Glory of Rekaner"! The King delivers an important speech!"

A newsboy wearing a brown hat and working for a gang ran through the streets waving newspapers.

The middle-aged man behind the window waved, walked out of the restaurant, asked for a newspaper, and tore open a corner of the newspaper.

"We are invincible, our kingdom is strong and just, our people are wise and calm, beware of the lies of the rat spies!"

A strong sea breeze suddenly blew, and a shadow passed between the man and the newsboy.

The seagull holding the newspaper landed on the eaves under two glances. He lowered his head and pecked a hole in the newspaper. When he found that it was not food, he released his claws.

The newspaper fell slowly, but another sea breeze blew, rolling the newspaper past the chimney, over the gray city wall and the stretching ridge, and floated into the distance...

The shacks on the outskirts of the new royal capital stretch as far as the eye can see. Refugees without shelter wander here, and sewage flows across them, breeding rot and evil.

The city gate opened and several carriages drove out of the new royal capital and went deep into the slums. The surrounding residents couldn't help but follow. They were like rat men, with seemingly insatiable greed, following the carriage, and then after unloading the garbage of the city people, they swarmed up.

The stench blew over a torn newspaper, and the sound of the speech drifted farther and farther away...

"We are invincible, our kingdom is strong and just, our people..."

The child standing at the foot of the garbage pile raised his head, his broken eyes looking at the paper drifting away under the gray sky.

The old newspaper with its changed tone and hoarseness escaped the storm and was carried by the wind across the plains, over the mountains, and passed by a brand new lakeside estate.

The pretty maid in the window pushed the dining cart through the corridor to the restaurant where the guests were gathered. The chef grabbed the knife, cut open the belly of the lamb, took out the goose eggs and placed them on the guests' plates...

"We are invincible, our kingdom..."

A faint sound floated by, and the breeze that rippled the lake carried the torn newspaper away.

The sky is getting darker and darker, and the storm that heralds the arrival of the rainy season has dropped its first drop of rain.

The newspaper was wet, torn to pieces by the increasingly fierce wind, and pushed to a lifeless land in the distance.

People are wandering here like zombies, violent coughing and shaking figures reveal the breath of death, unattended corpses are scattered everywhere, dead branches and hills are covered with crows. Flies were circling, and rats as big as the palm of your hand were scurrying around on the ground.

The terrible plague spreads here. The kingdom's attention is all on ratmen, demons and the border, and the only scavengers who can deal with the plague were caught and executed by the Kingdom of Rekaner on the grounds of treason before the war.

The wet newspaper flew lower and lower, and finally covered the face of a corpse with only one eye.

"We are invincible..."

The newspapers were completely mute.

The culprit crow landed nearby, lowered its head and pecked out the other eyeball of the corpse. A crow flew by. The crow with its eyeball in its mouth raised its head warily.

The cloudy, lusterless eyes reflected the dark clouds coming in the distance and the devastated earth like pustules.

…

Click——

Lightning and thunder flashed across the sky almost simultaneously.

People on the street hurriedly ran to take shelter from the rain. At this time, the people still running outside were people who were eager to collect the clothes hanging in front of the windows and the brainless Bailong.

"Abby, ask the guards to tell Elder that the white dragon ran out again."

Annan said.

Dragons that hover in the sky all day long are most likely to be struck by lightning, and white dragons are too weak...they will be seriously injured if struck by lightning.

The rain began to fall, and the bay in the distance became hazy.

Smelling the fragrance of the earth floating up, Annan decided to give up recruiting soldiers.

Currently, "one-eighth of the population in Liberty City is composed of soldiers, which is barely benign. After all, Liberty City is mostly composed of young people. But converting one-sixth of the total population into soldiers will not only be militaristic, but also prone to trouble."

Lack of foundation is Liberty City's disadvantage. Even if the school is full day and night, it will take at least a month for a thousand people to learn basic knowledge.

Annan turned to his ally, the Archduke Girardi.

Speaking of uneasiness, Archduke Girardi, who lacked a sense of security, was even more uneasy than him. If the rat men come from the north, the Montabloch Principality is the only way to go.

Compared to Liberty City, the Principality of Montabourlock has great potential to improve...but the aid does not come in vain.

They want to exchange resources, minerals and other things.

Francois had already passed with the contract.

Five small arcane energy cores arrived in Wilhelm safely, and Annan fulfilled his promise by the way. When the arcane energy cores were sent there, he would also send three copies of mountain essence, so that the three legion commanders could become professionals.

In addition, Annan asked Olmedo to distribute "The Voice of Freedom" to the hinterland of the Kingdom of Ruican, free of charge. Add some more trouble to Crowe.

"Is this useful?"

"If we expose our enemy's people to our culture, sooner or later we can get them to think in the way we need them to think."