Don't call me evil god

Border people are not welcome in the capital, even the descendants of nobles.

At that time, Pete didn't understand much. While waiting in the Palace Arcane Academy, the children of the royal nobles gathered in small groups to discuss occupations, honors, magic and other things.

Pete went over to join their discussion.

As a result, he was dismissed with a disdainful "Stay away from us if you come from the border."

After the test.

The children who were confirmed to have the potential to become 3rd-level combat mages in the future were overjoyed. They received the pre-admission certificate of the Palace Arcane Academy. If they wanted to become a spellcaster, the door of the academy was always open to them;

Those who were not good enough in affinity were full of disappointment.

Pete's situation was in the middle.

He was not so bad that he had no affinity. The test results proved that he could become a spellcaster, but it was expected that it would be difficult for him to be promoted to 3rd level in the future. He was just a little short of the admission threshold of the Reyak Palace Arcane Academy.

Not as good as the best, but better than the worst.

Even if he can't become a 3rd-level wizard, he can start as a wizard apprentice by finding a spellcaster to take him with him. It will be no problem to have the identity of a spellcaster.

But even those children of the royal capital nobles whose test results show that they have no affinity with the goddess of magic, and the magic network doesn't bother to pay attention to them, will still point fingers at Pete with confidence.

"People from the border are not good, I knew it a long time ago."

"They are all guys who can only use rough strength."

"He wants to be a noble and elegant wizard? He doesn't even look at himself in a mirror."

"Maybe there is no mirror over there!"

Then a group of people started laughing.

That trip to the royal capital left Pete with a very deep impression.

After several years.

He is no longer the "border" child.

But the royal capital seems to be the same royal capital.

There is no change at all.

The news in "Trade and Fortune" is indeed very well-informed. They have just arrived in the royal capital for more than a day, and the news has spread.

But the content of the whole report is basically praising and praising Miranda.

First, it tells how she led the people of the eastern border to bravely break into the dark forest, set up a camp there, resist monsters, and finally formed a stable civilized territory.

Then it is about the eternal night of Ceylon.

The description of this part is extremely biased.

The Countess of Ceylon is written as a paranoid and self-willed image, as if she was not bewitched by the cultists, but took the initiative to accept the "help" from the cultists.

First, it emphasizes Miranda's heroic image of standing up in the disaster and saving Ceylon from danger.

Then, in a rather "objective" tone, he asked the readers:

"We can't help but ask."

"A large amount of taxes collected by the kingdom every year are sent to the eastern region, on the grounds of resisting monsters and guarding the border defense line."

"Why in the face of disaster, it was not the eastern nobles who we had high hopes for who saved Ceylon, but a great woman who was born and grew up in the capital."

"Did the nobles in the eastern region really use the taxes sent as subsidies reasonably where they should be used?"

"This is a question worth pondering."

"..."

After listening to Miranda's retelling, Lancelot angrily cursed: "Take it out of context, they write like this, and many uninformed people will misunderstand it!"

He is a native of Ceylon and has personally experienced the disaster at that time.

The various unreasonable actions of the Countess were caused by the influence and induction of the cultists. After witnessing with his own eyes that the nine major clans of the entire Stone Castle were infiltrated by the Supreme Truth Church, Lancelot could deeply understand this.

What's more,

Miranda was just one of the followers of the God of Knowledge who stood up in the disaster, along with hundreds of Ceylonese people and immigrants from Green Harbor.

As a result, this report seemed to be a personal show for Miranda.

She received divine revelation at the first time;

She decided to lead people to rescue;

She stopped the countess who was bewitched by the cultists.

Others became her background.

Miranda's face was also red.

Others read the story in the third person;

Miranda read the story in the first person, and she was reading the story describing "herself".

This report completely forced all the credit on Miranda.

It was a typical exaggeration.

"Is there a possibility," Pete said slowly, "that the person who wrote these things wanted to mislead the readers?"

"The capital is too far away from the eastern border, and the people here can't really go to Ceylon to find someone to confirm the authenticity. They will easily believe what is written in the report."

"These things are what the people in the capital want to see, love to see, and like to see."

"Not only are there heroes from the capital, but they can also discredit the east."

"Even if you plan to clarify, to what extent do you think it will be useful?"

"Run to the street and shout?"

"Remember Bron, what are the consequences of his doing that?"

"I guess if we do this, there will probably be a new report-the title of the 'hero' on the eastern border is suspected of suffering from mania and paranoia."

"Public opinion is an invisible and intangible blade."

Lancelot said dejectedly: "Then what should we do?"

Pet pursed his lips: "Don't worry about what it says, just do your best."

"All in all, we can count the number of our own people in the capital on two hands. You don't think we can fight against the public opinion of the entire capital alone?"

"What's more, such biased reports also have advantages."

"It allows us to quickly distinguish who in the capital is willing to stand on our side."

"For example, Archmage Alcandas, will he take such reports seriously?"

Lancelot lightly hammered the armrest of the sofa chair with some frustration: "But I'm still a little unhappy, is there no way to clarify it?"

Pet sneered: "Who said there is no way? Of course there is a way!"

"How can an invisible weapon compare to a visible fist?"

"As long as we have a hard enough fist..."

The words were not finished.

"Dong, Dongdong."

There was a careful knock on the door of the Luxury Mystery Suite.

The three looked at each other.

All a little surprised.

The Blue Rose Inn in the Mage District is very private and promises to protect the privacy of guests.

Not many people know that Pete and his friends are staying here.

Archmage Alcandas, MI6 spy Evelyn, and court etiquette officer Fernan.

Because of the "acting" Evelyn mentioned before, they haven't told anyone else the news.

Who is knocking on the door at this time?

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