Mage Veigar

Chapter 323 Public Opinion
"Good man, go to the army."

The streets, alleys, mill sides, and even the most inconspicuous corners are filled with these vulgar official advertisements, and all of these are the "results" achieved after Menno formed a navy.

Although this advertisement gives me goosebumps.

When Vega went out to take a look, he almost died of the poison, but for the Holy Light City that had never been baptized by advertising, it was unexpectedly effective. This concept has deeply poisoned... and affected the people of the city.

Inside an abandoned residential building.

A few local hooligans, groups of shrews and naughty children, a well-dressed old scholar, and a hotel owner with bright eyes...

They saw a slightly plump middle-aged man walking in from the door and immediately surrounded him: "Commander, we have already spread the rumors you asked us to spread and posted the advertisements you asked us to post. Here is the salary..."

blah-

Menno threw the small box containing newspapers in his arms to the ground, and the faint golden light made it so bright that everyone could not open their eyes.

Just as the hooligans were about to step forward, Menno stepped on the box and said, "I can give you the money. I can even pay you monthly wages, but——"

Menno paused, seeing that everyone's interest had been aroused.

He then pointed at the leaders and said, "I think your advertising is not strong enough. A large number of hesitant people are not affected by the advertising and are still wavering."

"Commander, we can't force them to join the army after all."

Several people looked embarrassed, but Menno didn't care: "I don't care about these. I want to see your results tomorrow, especially those groups that are still hesitant. I don't want them to continue to influence the atmosphere in the city."

After saying this, Menno closed the box and left the hidden residential building.

That night, in a bar.

Shaq is the owner of this bar and also a member of the navy. The loss of real money during the day made his heart bleed. Now he hates those who waver and not only do not join the army themselves, but also laugh at other patriots.

Such people have no right to live in the territory of this dynasty.

Although he himself was not a patriot and had no intention of joining the army, and could even betray the dynasty if given enough money, at least he would not encourage or ridicule any patriot.

"madness!"

A voice caught Shaq's attention.

He saw a missionary wearing glasses pointing fingers at several civilians who were drinking: "You want to capture Saint Laurent City relying on the tens of thousands of defeated soldiers of the empire and the princess's naive fantasy? This is simply the biggest scam in the world, and it can only fool you stupid civilians. I didn't expect that you really want to join the army and die in vain. If you lose your life, don't blame me for not reminding you."

"Is Your Highness the Princess really lying to me?"

Groups of people gathered around, and one professional even ordered a glass of sparkling wine for the missionary.

The missionary drank two sips of wine politely and said in a condescending manner: "Her Royal Highness is not only deceiving you, she is simply using you as cannon fodder and bait!"

"Sir, what do you mean by that?"

The respectful looks from the crowd gave the missionary a great sense of accomplishment. He put down his glass and continued, "If I'm not mistaken, Her Royal Highness the Princess must be trying to take advantage of our patriotism and get you to attack the impossible-to-take Saint Laurent City. Then, she can take advantage of you attracting the attention of the Kingdom Army and cross the Donbu River in one fell swoop to the west bank."

wow-

The entire bustling bar fell into silence.

A civilian quickly refilled the missionary's glass of sparkling wine and asked, "Sir, is this true?"

"Absolutely true!"

The missionary said seriously, "The royal family of the dynasty has abandoned us. Your Highness's ultimate goal must be to return to the West Coast. But as far as I know, the port city is now heavily guarded by the Kingdom Army. That's why they need to use you to attract the Kingdom Army's attention. So I advise you not to fall victim to patriotism."

"Okay! That's great!"

Everyone applauded, and a magician said excitedly: "It's a good thing I came to the bar to relieve my boredom tonight, otherwise I would have become a victim of the royal family tomorrow. It's fine if they abandoned us, but I didn't expect that they would take advantage of our patriotism now." "It's ridiculous. It doesn't matter if you don't love this country."

"I have to quickly inform my friends not to sign up for the army."

"..."

With each person's words, the atmosphere of the entire bar changed.

All those who were so righteous and willing to sacrifice their lives for the dynasty just a few minutes ago turned their guns on Princess Xia and the royal family of the dynasty.

When the bar owner saw this scene, he was so angry that his lungs almost exploded.

It's okay for this damn missionary to take advantage of his cleverness to eat and drink for free in the bar, but now he is openly encouraging others not to sign up for the army and encouraging the unhealthy trends in Shenghui City. Isn't this contrary to his work as a navy army?

Destroying someone's wealth is like killing one's parents.

The scene of a box of gold coins being carried back by the navy captain today appeared in his mind again. This time, Shak could no longer hold back his anger, and he was ready to make this damn missionary pay the price.

As a bar owner, Shaq is no fool.

He knew very well that violence could not solve everything. Using force against this damned missionary now would only indirectly anger the guests, and these drinkers might even gang up on him.

At this time, he remembered the naval-specific skills taught by Navy Captain Menno - throwing dirty water.

So he took out the prop box that every member of the navy had.

Open the item box.

The small wooden box was filled with small cards and advertisements. He pulled out an officer's certificate of the Royal Army from the bottom of the box.

Of course, this officer's certificate was fake. Shaq had never seen what a real officer's certificate looked like, but it didn't matter. What mattered was that the words "United Kingdom Officer's Certificate" were written on the leather case.

He held up his officer's ID and shouted to the missionary: "Mr. Missionary, Mr. Missionary, you came to the bar to drink last night, and you left something here with me."

The missionary, who was giving an impassioned speech, didn't even look at what it was. He heard someone say that he had dropped something, so he subconsciously took it.

It was with this action that the bar fell silent again.

After a few seconds of silence, someone shouted, "That's the Royal Army officer's ID card." Then a violent incident broke out in the bar. The incident lasted for half an hour, and the missionary was beaten to death by the angry crowd.

And what about Shaq, the bar owner?
After handing in his officer's certificate and shouting those words, he retreated behind the scenes. Then he mixed himself a glass of Flamingo and watched with a sneer as this missionary who hindered his naval career and prevented him from earning gold coins slowly passed away.

This scene doesn't just happen in bars.

After being tempted by Menno, the angry navy burst out with extremely terrifying fighting power.

On that day, countless people who spread negative news about Vega and Xia were killed or injured. Overnight, only one person in the entire Holy Light City was left who sang the opposite tune. Now, no one dares to spread negative thoughts in public.

The power of public opinion is terrifying.

On the evening of the third day, Vega discovered that the number of people signing up to join the army had more than doubled.

In just one day, Vega recruited nearly 1600 new soldiers, and even recalled more than deserters from the former dynasty, including a certain number of magicians and professionals.

It can be said.

Vega's naval tactics were very successful, allowing him to recruit a sufficient number of cannon fodder troops.

Now, he finally has the confidence to prepare for the battle of Saint Laurent.

(End of this chapter)