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

The Kingdom of Rekanel, the new capital.

One morning in mid-September, a group of cavalrymen rushed from the shanties of the poor in the suburbs to the outer city avenue, shouting inspiringly: "Brave warriors have defeated the ratmen at the border! Recovering the old land is just around the corner!"

These days, reports of victory and battle have been coming in one after another from the border of the kingdom for the "New Capital That Will Never Sink" - the people of the kingdom like to call the New Capital this way to express their beautiful vision.

They were excited and believed that everything would be fine as the ratmen were driven out of the North.

The cavalry passed through the outer city and arrived at the inner city. They took the battle report and made a circle around the new capital before entering the royal city.

The crisp sound of horse hooves trampled across the bluestone road outside the meeting hall, while the walls were filled with a thick and gloomy cloud.

"Another false victory..." whispered a congressman.

War reports can be deceiving, but the battle lines 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 lines shrank, it became meaningless fake news.

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

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

Dozens of congressmen waited for dozens of minutes before the Kingdom's Speaker of the Senate, Irwin Augusta, finally appeared in the meeting hall.

The parliamentarians stood up and saluted. The head of the parliament, Irwin Augusta, pressed his hand and said, "I just came back from the palace. The king personally gave me an order."

After the noise and coughing in the meeting room died down, he continued, "What do you think of the magical image of Liberty City, 300 Warriors of Liberty City?"

"I haven't seen it."

"What 300 warriors?"

"What magic image?"

"What Liberty City?"

The lawmakers all tried to distance themselves from the matter.

Irwin Augusta smiled nonchalantly: "This is an internal conversation between our councillors. You don't have to worry about it being used to attack us."

The parliamentarians then gave conservative answers such as "I've heard of it", "I've heard a little bit about it", and "It was 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 coming of winter. The treasury will allocate gold coins for filming... Who among you has a suitable candidate?"

The words of the chairman of the senators entered the ears of the senators, and everything else was filtered out. Only the "one hundred thousand gold coins" remained, dyeing their eyes into the shape of gold coins.

Now they no longer said they had not seen it, and they all stood up to say that they had connections and ways to do it.

The congressman who complained about the fake war report earlier had some intentions and even had an idea: to film the tragic epic of the Kingdom of Rekanel leaving its homeland under the siege of ratmen and demons and fleeing to the west coast...

However, Councillor Irwin Augusta did not even look at him, but chose Councillor Otma, who had the loudest voice.

Councilman Otma was very proud, like a victorious rooster. He went to the treasury himself to take out 100,000 gold coins, and then began to divide the spoils.

First, he had to send 50,000 gold coins to the chairman of the senator. Although the chairman of the senator refused on the surface and asked him to invest all the money into the magic image, the sensible congressman Otma sent the 50,000 gold coins to the chairman of the sensible family.

Of the remaining 50,000 gold coins, 10,000 were donated to the Council of Elders, 10,000 to the Parliament, 10,000 to the family, 10,000 to himself, and the remaining 10,000 to be used for filming.

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

The confidant took ten boxes of gold coins and went out. He returned to the official residence, changed his clothes, and came to the city lord's mansion with seven boxes of gold coins. He gave one box to the city lord, one box to the deputy city lord, and even the executive officer.

Don't underestimate the executive officers, they are the ones who have direct contact with the internal affairs of the new capital. Sometimes an executive officer is harder to deal with than the deputy city lord. One of the executive officers actually wanted to refuse, but his confidant advised him earnestly: "You are harming yourself..."

"Why am I harming myself if I don't embezzle?" he asked 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 took it think of your city lord's mansion?"

The boat is shaky and everyone is trying to make as much money as possible.

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

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

"That's right, you."

The confidant said earnestly, "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 knocked unconscious could not remember what his confidant said. He only knew that after he woke up, there was a box of gold coins at his feet.

……

Bena was a bard.

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

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 is one of them. Fortunately, relying on his talent and eloquence, he can still have 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 coming from the kitchen.

"You made stew?"

When he got up, he saw his mother standing by the stove with a large spoon.

"We have won another war, and people are saying that we should go back." The old woman said happily, but then a trace of worry emerged: "After we drive away the ratmen, the kingdom will not let us go back, right? Winter is coming soon, and it is so cold... I hope they won't let us go back in a hurry..."

Bena was silent, because this was completely opposite information from what he had heard in the tavern.

There was still some time before the pub opened. Bena had just returned to his room to sleep a little longer when his mother's exclamation came from outside: "Bena, an adult wants to see you!"

Benar went out with courage and saw an official sitting there.

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

"Well...it's just the guests' flattery..."

The trusted henchman 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 guina.”

The bard, knowing what he was going to do, said excitedly, "It is an honor to serve His Majesty the King! But isn't that a bit too much...?"

"many?"

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

The trusted subordinate shook his head: "This is not for you personally, but for the expenses of taking magic images."

(End of this chapter)