Chapter 945 176. The Kingdom of Ruikan'er wants to take a magical image
The Kingdom of Ruikan'er, the new royal capital.
One early morning in mid-September, a group of cavalry ran rampantly from the slums in the suburbs to the outer city avenue, shouting inspiringly: "The brave warriors defeated the ratmen at the border! Recover!" The old land is just around the corner!”
These days, good news about the “new royal capital that will never sink” comes one after another from the borders of the kingdom—the people of the kingdom like to call the new royal capital this way to express their beautiful vision.
They were excited, believing that with the Skaven driven out of the north, everything would be fine.
The cavalry passed through the outer city and arrived at the inner city. They took the battle report and circled half a circle around the new royal capital before entering the royal city.
The crisp sound of horse hooves trampled across the bluestone road outside the meeting hall, while a thick cloud filled the walls.
"Another false news..." one of the congressmen whispered.
Battle reports can lie, but battle lines cannot. The Ruikaner Kingdom, 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 effort to maintain the territory. It is better to wait until winter to recover it." However, as the front line shrank, it became this meaningless fake news.
"Be careful what you say..." the congressman next to him warned.
Because of Liberty City's declaration of war, Wangcheng was furious, and it was said that several officials who had colluded with the people of Liberty City had been executed. I don’t know if they really colluded, but making false claims would be considered treason.
Dozens of members waited for dozens of minutes before the leader of the Kingdom Council, Irwin Augusta, finally appeared in the chamber.
The congressmen stood up and saluted. Councilor Irwin Augusta pressed his hand: "I just came back from the palace, and the king personally ordered me something."
After the noise and coughing in the meeting hall disappeared, he continued: "What do you think of Liberty City's magical image, "300 Warriors of Liberty City"?"
"I haven't seen it."
"What 300 warriors?"
"What magical image?"
"What Free City?"
The congressmen talked about the relationship.
Irwin Augusta smiled carelessly: "This is an internal conversation among our congressmen. You don't have to worry about being attacked."
Only then did the congressmen give conservative answers such as “heard of it”, “a little bit heard about it”, “from a distant relative’s nephew’s brother’s father’s neighbor”.
“Then let me get straight to the point. The king requires the kingdom to shoot our own ‘300 Warriors of Rikaner’ before the coming of winter. The treasury will allocate 100,000 gold coins to provide filming...Which of you is suitable? "The candidate?"
The words of the chairman of the congressman penetrated the ears of the congressmen, and the others were filtered out. Only "one hundred thousand gold coins" remained, dyeing their eyes into the shape of gold coins.
At this time, they didn’t say that they had never seen it before, and they all stood up and said that they had connections and solutions.
The congressman who complained about the fake war report had some intentions, and even had an idea: to film the tragic epic story of the Kingdom of Rekaner leaving its homeland and escaping to the west coast under the siege of the rat people and demons...
However, Councilor Irwin Augusta did not even look at him, but chose Councilor Ottmar, who was the loudest.
Congressman Ultramar was as proud as a victorious rooster. He personally went to the treasury and took out one hundred thousand gold coins, and then began to divide the spoils.
First of all, we need to send 50,000 gold coins to the Chairman. Although the Chairman refused and asked him to invest all the money in the magic image, the sensible Congressman Ultramar sent the 50,000 gold coins to the Chairman. family.
Of the remaining 50,000 gold coins, 10,000 are donated to the Council of Elders, 10,000 to the Council, 10,000 to the family, 10,000 to myself, and the remaining 10,000 to use for filming.
Congressman Otmar entrusted such an important matter to his most trusted cronies.
The cronies went out with ten boxes of gold coins, returned to the official residence, changed their clothes, and came to the city lord's mansion with seven boxes of gold coins. Give one copy each to the city lord and deputy city lord, even the executive officer is no exception.
Don’t underestimate the executive officers, they are the ones in direct contact with the internal affairs of the new royal capital. Sometimes an executive officer is more difficult to provoke than the deputy city lord. One of the executives actually wanted to refuse, and his confidant persuaded him earnestly: "You are harming yourself..."
"How can I still harm myself if I don't commit corruption?" Puzzled.
"If you don't take it, how will the deputy city lord take it? If the deputy city lord doesn't take it, how will the city lord take it? If the city lord doesn't take it, what will the nobles who took it think of your city lord's mansion?"
The boat was teetering on the edge, and everyone was thinking about how much money they could make.
The confidant took three boxes of gold coins to the Knights' station. When he came out, he handed the last box of gold coins to the subordinate who could best handle the task: "This is an errand arranged by the king himself. You are my most valued subordinate. So I leave this important task to you..."
"King? Me?" The subordinate pointed at himself stupidly.
"That's right, you."
The confidant said with a serious look on his face: "The whole kingdom is watching us. If we accomplish this, you will gain more than just money. And fame and status! ”
The man who was knocked unconscious by the smash couldn't remember what his cronies said. He only knew that after he woke up, there was a box of gold coins at his feet.
……
Bena is a bard.
In the new millennium when the gods disappear, if priests are the worst group of people, then bards are the second worst.
They were not good at fighting, and they only mastered some auxiliary magic and tricks. The loss of contact with the gods made them completely become ordinary people.
Bena is one of them. Fortunately, with his talent and eloquence, he can still have enough food and clothing after following the kingdom to the west coast.
In the evening, Bena, who had slept all day, was awakened by the fragrance 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 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 drove away the rat men, the kingdom You won’t let us go back, will you? Winter is coming, it’s so cold... I hope you won’t let us go back in a hurry..."
Bena was silent, because this was completely opposite to the information he had received in the tavern.
There was still some time before the tavern opened. Just 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!"
< br>Bena put on a good mood and went out and saw an official sitting there.
“Are you Bena, the ‘King of Stories’?”
“Well...this is just a compliment from the guests...”
The trusted subordinate 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 gold.”
The bard who knew what he was going to do said excitedly: “It is an honor for me to do something for His Majesty the King! But isn’t it a bit much? ”
“How much?”
“I’m willing to take magic images for the kingdom for free!”
The trusted subordinate shook his head: "This is not for you personally, it is for you to take magic images."
(End of this chapter)