Chapter 990: Undercurrent

"Durte, why do you say "magic tide" and "magic tide" all day long, why haven't I noticed any changes?"
When the bard Durte was about to start a new day's work, there was a yell next to him, turned his head to look around, and found that a drunken mercenary who was drunk early in the morning sat there, pedaling At the edge of the table, he stared at him drunkenly.
The relaxing time for mercenaries and adventurers is generally after the afternoon, but this early morning, the mercenary was drunk, and his clothes were ragged, and he knew that he had a rather poor life.
I don't know whether it is because of credibility or other reasons. In short, he just found fault.
Durte gently plucked the strings and replied casually: "This news came from the Principality of the Winds of Sorrow and has been confirmed by the major churches. If you don't believe it, you can go to the local church to ask."
When he finished speaking, he tilted Erlang's legs, and the lute rested on his thighs and sang softly.
This time he sang the "Battle of Silver Tide Harbor", not like the legendary stories that are already vulgar, this kind of story like a local anecdote has not been heard by many people.
Even the downright mercenary who just wanted to trouble him saw the reaction of other people and followed Yan Qi, and sat in the corner, drinking wine while listening to the storytelling by the bard.
It was already a story ten years ago. With the fame of "Duke Black Dragon" spreading, the battle that made him and Serena's maid became famous.
But it’s just the level of ‘knowing’. Most people don’t know what happened.
"Nobles are really not things..."
I don't know who, when I heard the "cause", I muttered a low voice, and then there was a burst of laughter in the tavern.
Most of the people here are veterans. Who doesn’t know that nobles are not good?
The one sitting here, even the most vicious one, dare not say that he can be worse than some nobles.
Even if they have done homicide and robbery, compared to some nobles, the things they do are nothing more than the ‘little tricks’ that the nobles used to train their children.
But it's a partial life. Those nobles showed a polite appearance in front of people of the same status, which is really disgusting.
As long as they are veterans, they must have seen many things. After seeing so many things, they have long recognized what kind of existence this group is.
There are indeed people who can keep the nobility of the nobility, but that kind of nobility is so rare that such a "case" cannot completely change the noble's public image.
After playing the song "Battle of Silver Tide Harbor", the minstrel picked up the ale, which was just warm, and smiled slightly at the little niece of the tavern owner, so that he shyly hid in the back kitchen, but also attracted the tavern. The boss's disgruntled look.
It is conceivable that if he does something more'out-of-spec', even if he catches up with the little girl, this boss will definitely get out.
With a harmless smile on the boss, Duerte took a sip of warm ale and comforted his breath.
In an instant, it was almost late autumn, but the weather was getting colder and colder. The temperature at this time should be as early as summer, which is neither hot nor cold.
The magic wave is really coming-for this matter, Dult knows very well.
It is undeniable that he did receive money from the Fortune Church, but everything he said was a fact, and he dared to guarantee that he had not told a lie about these things.
It’s still the maid who is good enough to think so about the civilians, even if it’s not the people under his own control, he is willing to speak out to remind them that
danger is coming
.
Whether they believe it or not, ‘know’ is better than ‘don’t know’, and he also pointed out the best way to deal with it at that time—go to the local church for help!
This is completely required by the Wealth Church, otherwise, he is too lazy to do such thankless things.
Duarte is well aware that besides himself, there are many bards, mercenaries, and merchants like him who are doing the same things as him.
They are all employed by the Church of Wealth and the Duchy of Winds. As long as they say a few words, even if others do not believe, they can receive a salary. This kind of work can even be done casually in their spare time. Will it get through with money?
During the time he stayed in this town, he had discovered that two people were spreading the same thing as him, and at a glance they knew that they were also the same person as him.
Perhaps one person’s mouth alone cannot convince everyone else, but as long as there are more people passing by and more people talking, countless mouths are repeating one thing. When you don’t believe it at the beginning, you will gradually become suspicious, and at the end, you will believe deeply.
Don’t look at these mercenaries and adventurers as disapproving, in fact, they often run around everywhere are the most well-known people.
However, they did not have the kindness of Serena, the maidservant, and would not tell others such things at will.
Maybe those nobles have not yet reacted, but sooner or later some smart people will react, knowing that this approach is shaking their rule.
Those mercenaries and adventurers who are reluctant to take this kind of risk, and those who are willing to take this kind of risk, are probably only people like him who lack money.
Unexpectedly, he has become a man with his head making money...
Dult thought about it happily. After pouring a small half of the warm ale into his stomach, he turned red and smiled at the mercenaries, fiddled with the strings, and said, "Next, I want Sing a new story, and make sure that none of you have heard about it-about the legendary maidservant, about the Black Duke, about the country of'Pearl'!"
Upon hearing this, the mercenaries and adventurers regained their spirits, and even the little niece of the tavern darted his head out, blinking his eyes, ready to listen.
The troubadour smiled, his emotions brewed, and then a string of strings sang.
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"It's another six thousand gold this year!" Latina said with emotion.
Looking at the data table in her hand, she had to sigh.
The Principality originally had a 3,000 yuan annual ‘propaganda fee’, but now ‘three thousand gold’ has been added to this foundation.
Even the of latina who used to see wealth can't help but sigh with emotion. Selena spent money on it. She hasn't been able to adapt until now.
Although as long as ‘spending money’ or ‘trading’ takes place in the Fortune Church, she is accumulating divine power for her ~EbookFREE.me~, but she did not expect that Selena really persisted.
This was equivalent to the four months of taxation that the tragic wind led, but now, after the money is spent, no one actually feels distressed-except the black dragon, but he is not a human.
At the beginning, it really did not have much effect, but as time went by, the investment had achieved initial results.
More and more people are curious about this Principality, more and more businessmen come and go here, and this kind of propaganda also makes Latinia gradually become stronger.
When everyone else was puzzled by this, Serena stood out in the crowd and insisted on the matter, so she had everything she has today.
"The propaganda of "Magic Wave" is coming to an end, then according to the plan, the next item should be "Public Knowledge of Mocha"!" Latinia glanced at the plan book and narrowed her eyes. , "It's going to cost money...but it is necessary to invest. It is necessary to fully mobilize the fear of civilians and let them overcome the awe of the nobles!"
"In a few days, you should be able to see initial results!"
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