"Shock! The General Publishing Office of the Royal Capital was established, and His Majesty the King came in person to deliver a speech! 》
Wayne put down the newspaper in his hand speechlessly and looked at Chris aside.
"Isn't it true that shocking articles have become too common recently? At least seven out of ten newspapers have exactly the same genre."
Kris fiddled with the small card in her hand and responded nonchalantly: "There are always many people following emerging trends. However, when the next wave of trends sweeps in, the backward things will naturally be eliminated. .”
Hey, this statement is too cruel.
Recently, it is the peak period of active activities of major societies, and there are only a few scattered people sitting in the Lily Club activity room.
"What are you doing?" Wayne glanced at her curiously.
She raised her fingers and faced each other with her backhand, posing like a camera, framing Wayne's head in the center of her vision.
"Ven, do you think there is a magic that can turn the scene you see in front of you into a picture?"
Are you sure you want to use magic to do this?
Wayne pondered for two seconds, summoned some earth elemental power, and "drawed" a vague and abstract figure through fine control techniques.
"Maybe something like this?"
"What's this?"
"you."
"..." If Chris had something handy at the table, Wayne would probably have been knocked on it by now.
Seeing her dissatisfied look, Wayne dispersed the elemental power and said helplessly: "I can't draw, or should I find a few magicians who can draw?"
"Oh, that's not what I meant!"
After being discouraged for less than two seconds, Chris quickly hummed smugly again: "You don't understand~ I'll give you a surprise when I find an idea."
Wayne shook his head and looked at another newspaper.
In order to keep abreast of external trends, Wien used Lily Club funds to subscribe to many emerging newspapers and magazines. Not only those under his own name, but also the Edgeworth family, and even some lesser-known tabloid newspapers, Wayne was not excluded.
Originally, reading, a low-cost and popular item in the market, was not very consistent with the self-proclaimed noble style of Lily Club members. However, now that Wayne is the president, others do not dare to openly question his decision. What's more, as His Majesty the King pays more and more attention to this and establishes institutional management for this purpose, caring people are gradually aware of the change in the direction of the wind.
Tsk, the petty thoughts among nobles are such a realistic thing, even in the academy, they cannot be avoided.
This newspaper, which usually focuses on daily life, published an article about Mrs. Cherry's deeds when she was moved to tears by poor children at a charity party and made a generous donation.
[Mrs. Cherry shed tears of sadness. She said: I hope that one day the people of the kingdom will no longer be cold or hungry. This is the common wish of His Majesty the King and the princes and ministers...]
"Has Mrs. Cherry attended many parties recently?"
"Yes, I worked hard. After all, I am His Majesty the King's pillow, and some people can't help but start flattering me." Chris replied casually.
"Her evaluation among the ladies has also increased?"
"Well... at least no one will look at her face to face. Does this count as an improvement?"
Unsurprising answer.
By severely attacking a group of new aristocrats who danced happily, His Majesty the King further consolidated power, and Mrs. Cherry, who was valued by His Majesty the King, also received an improvement in status.
Although her power is as fragile as duckweed in the water, she is already the person in the rebel camp who is closest to the peak of power in the kingdom.
If [over there] wants her to launch some plan, she should be almost unable to sit still now.
Tapping his fingers on the table unconsciously, Wayne wondered if he should find a reason to simply let the people of Milistan Principality part ways with the rebels.
Ross once gave him a general introduction to the power currently controlled by the Laird family.
Although Norman Laird has been operating in the royal capital for a period of time, his foundation is still shallow, and many important matters even require him to personally
Deal with it yourself.
The boss has to do everything personally. Previously, with the support of Norman's elusive dark magic, the shortcomings were not obvious, but once they encounter a tough problem, it will be a matter of minutes to capsize the ship.
Although Norman, the leader, is missing now, the obsession of these remnants to restore the country has not dissipated. They even placed their hope in themselves, an outsider who was completely separated from interest groups, just because of the blood of Archduke Laird.
Should I call it ignorance or naivety?
Without a backer to back them up, the best outcome for these rootless duckweeds is to become cannon fodder dependent on others. There is also the risk of being used as cannon fodder.
After all, Mrs. Cherry, Norman and Bulwer are all rebels, and Bulwer already knows that Norman's disappearance may be related to Echos.
However, Bulwer still has not revealed the news, which means that he has made a choice to try to draw a line between Norman and make his position clear to Echos.
To a certain extent, Ross and others' concealment or testing of Bulwer was actually meaningless. However, these people's bluff is a good opportunity for themselves.
Only those who are afraid of the consequences of their own weakness being seen by others can have sufficient motivation to resist joining the rebels.
In the short term, I only need to provide sufficient funds to "capture" them. Once you have established a firm foothold, and then use a more forceful attitude to grasp the key personnel, the "villain" who flatters and flatters you, and the "virtuous minister" who is ambitious and ambitious, you will be able to replace them with a batch of blood in a short time.
Hiss, I am really a genius seeking death.
"You mean, you want us to set up a factory?" Ross looked at the boy sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed in front of him with a blank look on his face.
"Yes, I have chosen an address. It is a piece of land on the outskirts of the city with good scenery, not far from the main entrance to the royal capital."
On the ground, a whole wooden box of banknotes was spread out like this. Anyone who saw this huge wealth would inevitably have their heart beat faster.
After a moment of sluggishness, Ross seemed to suddenly have a flash of inspiration and finally understood the young master's intention. He slapped his palm: "I understand!"
"?" Wayne asked curiously, "What do you understand?"
"You must be planning to let us gather people in the name of labor, gather a group of forces and temporarily hide in the suburbs to accumulate strength, and wait for the right time to start a great business again——"
After listening to him analyze the long-term strategic plan nonstop and seriously for a long time, Wayne twitched his lips.
"That's right! That's what I mean." He followed the other person's words, "Except for a few snoops, we secretly transferred all our original core personnel to the outside of the city, and dismissed the rest who were not deeply involved. Ignore Bulwer's orders, the rebels will not risk their lives for us, and there is no need for our people to shed blood and sweat for them."
