A strange world

Chapter 945 Section 176. The Kingdom of Recanel is going to shoot a magic video

The Kingdom of Recanel, the new capital.

One morning in mid-September, a team of cavalrymen rushed from the poor huts in the suburbs to the outer city avenue, shouting with excitement: "The brave warriors defeated the rats at the border! Recovering the old land is just around the corner!"

These days, the battle reports of the "New Capital that will never sink" sent from the border of the kingdom have been one after another - the people of the kingdom like to call the new capital this way to express their beautiful vision.

They are excited about it and believe that everything will be fine as the rats are driven out of the north.

The cavalry passed through the outer city and arrived at the inner city. With the battle report, they circled half a circle in the new capital before entering the royal city.

The crisp sound of horse hooves stepped on the bluestone road outside the meeting hall, and the walls were filled with a thick cloud of bleakness.

"Another false victory..." a member of parliament whispered.

The battle report can deceive people, but the battle line cannot. The Kingdom of Rekanel, which fled to the west coast, has lost almost one-third of its land. At first, they used the excuse that "the autumn harvest has passed, and it is a waste of energy to maintain the territory. It is better to wait until winter to recover it." However, as the battle line shrank, it became this meaningless fake news.

"Be careful with your words..." the councillor next to him reminded.

Because of the declaration of war by Liberty City, the Royal City was furious, and it was said that several officials who colluded with the people of Liberty City had been executed. It is unknown whether they really colluded, but making irresponsible remarks would really be regarded as treason.

Dozens of councillors waited for dozens of minutes before the Kingdom Councillor, Irwin Augusta, finally appeared in the meeting hall.

The councillors stood up and saluted. Councillor Irwin Augusta pressed his hand and said, "I just came back from the palace. The king personally told me something."

After the noise and coughing in the council room disappeared, he continued, "What do you think of the magic image of Liberty City, "300 Warriors of Liberty City"? "

"I haven't seen it."

"What 300 Warriors?"

"What magic image?"

"What Liberty City?"

The councillors tried to distance themselves from the matter.

Irwin Augusta smiled indifferently, "This is an internal conversation among our councillors. You don't have to worry about being used to attack us."

The councillors then gave conservative answers such as "I've heard of it", "I've heard a little bit about it", "From the neighbor of the father of the younger brother of the nephew of a distant relative".

"Then let me get straight to the point. The king requires the kingdom to film our own '300 Warriors of Rekanel' before the winter comes. The treasury will allocate 100,000 gold coins for filming... Who of you has a suitable candidate?"

The words of the chairman of the council entered the ears of the councilors, and the others were filtered out. Only the "100,000 gold coins" remained, dyeing their eyes into the shape of gold coins.

Now they didn't say they hadn't seen it, and they all stood up to say that they had connections and ways.

The councilors who complained about the fake war report before had some intentions, and even had an idea: to film the tragic epic of the Kingdom of Rekanel leaving their homes under the siege of ratmen and demons and fleeing to the west coast...

However, the chairman of the council, Irwin Augusta, didn't even look at him, but chose the loudest Councilor Otmar.

Councilor Otmar was triumphant, like a victorious rooster, and personally went to the treasury to take out 100,000 gold coins, and then began to divide the spoils.

First, 50,000 gold coins had to be sent to the Councillor. Although the Councillor refused and asked him to invest all the money in the magic image, the sensible Councillor Otmar sent the 50,000 gold coins to the Councillor's family.

Of the remaining 50,000 gold coins, 10,000 were donated to the Council of Elders, 10,000 to the Council, 10,000 to the family, 10,000 to himself, and the remaining 10,000 to film.

Councillor Otmar entrusted such an important matter to his most trusted confidant.

The confidant went out with ten boxes of gold coins, returned to the official residence to change clothes, and brought seven boxes of gold coins to the City Lord's Mansion. One box was given to the City Lord, the Deputy City Lord, and even the executive officer.

Don't underestimate the executive officers, they are the direct contacts of the internal affairs of the new capital. Sometimes an executive officer is more difficult to provoke than the deputy city lord.

One of the executive officers actually wanted to refuse, and the confidant persuaded him earnestly: "You are harming yourself..."

"Why am I harming myself if I don't embezzle?" He was puzzled.

"If you don't take it, how can the deputy city lord take it? If the deputy city lord doesn't take it, how can the city lord take it? If the city lord doesn't take it, what will those nobles who take it think of your city lord's mansion?"

The ship was shaky, and everyone wanted to make as much money as possible.

The confidant took three more boxes of gold coins to the Knights' headquarters, and after coming out, he handed the last box of gold coins to the most capable subordinate: "This is the task arranged by the king himself. You are my most valued subordinate, so I give this important task to you..."

"King? Me?" The subordinate pointed at himself stupidly.

"That's right, you."

The confidant said with a serious face: "The whole kingdom is watching us. If you succeed in this, you will gain not only money, but also fame and status!"

The subordinate who was hit dizzy couldn't remember what the confidant said, but he only knew that after waking up, there was a box of gold coins at his feet.

...

Bena is a bard.

In the new millennium when the gods disappeared, if priests were the most miserable group of people, then bards were the second most miserable.

They were not good at fighting, and they only knew some auxiliary magic and tricks. The loss of contact with the gods made them completely ordinary people.

Bena was one of them. Fortunately, relying on his talent and eloquence, he followed the kingdom to the west coast and still had no worries about food and clothing.

In the evening, Bena, who had slept all day, was awakened by the aroma wafting from the kitchen.

"Did you stew the meat?"

When he got up, he saw his mother standing by the stove, holding a big spoon.

"We have won another war, and people are saying that we are going back." The old woman said happily, and then a hint of worry appeared: "After we beat the rat men away, the kingdom will not let us go back, right?" ? Winter is coming, it’s so cold... I hope it won’t make us rush back..."

Bena remained silent, because this was completely opposite to the information he had received in the tavern.

There was still some time before the tavern opened. As soon as Bena returned to the room and wanted to sleep for a while, his mother's exclamation came from outside: "Bena, an adult wants to see you!"

Bena put on his nerve and went out and saw an official sitting there.

"Are you Bena, the 'King of Stories'?"

"Uh... this is just a compliment from the guests..."

The confidant looked him over, took a moment to explain what he was going to do, and then threw the heavy bag of money on the table.

"This is 100 kina."

The bard who knew what he was going to do said excitedly: "It is an honor for me to work for His Majesty the King! But isn't it a bit much...?"

"many?"

"I'm willing to take magical images for the kingdom for free!"

The trusted subordinate shook his head: "This is not for you personally, it is the cost for you to take magic images."