Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

As a government-funded student studying abroad in the Roman Empire, Morris knew very well what this email meant.

It is to recall him to serve the country.

He had heard about the news that some people in the international student circle were recalled before. At first, he thought it was an isolated case, but as more and more people were recalled, he knew that he would receive this email sooner or later.

The sender shown on the email was the Emperor of the Roman Empire, but Morris knew that the content was definitely not written by the old emperor himself. It should have been written by the Minister of Education, in the name of the emperor, to show solemnity.

In Roman's philosophy, all subjects belong to the emperor, and the emperor's power is supreme.

Morris once thought so because this was the education he had received. However, after coming to live in the Twin Towers City, he gradually began to question his previous ideas.

People should not belong to anyone.

Perhaps the empire has also discovered this point. Most people who go abroad to study will be influenced by other ideas, so the conditions for studying abroad at public expense have become increasingly stringent.

Morris opened the email.

"Emperor's subjects, Luoman needs you..."

Just as he expected, he was asked to finish his studies early and return to Loman. He was given an important task, but the specific task was not specified.

"What mail?" Sir Godot asked curiously.

He saw that Morris's expression was very serious and had a feeling that the content of the email was probably not good news.

"Are you in trouble? If you need my help, just ask. I am a knight after all."

"Haha," Morris laughed helplessly, "Sir Sutton can't do anything about Loman's affairs."

"Loman's matter?"

"Yes, call me back home."

Morris answered calmly, he could even guess the general reason for his recall.

Loman is supporting the country of Villian to start a war. This war between a small country and a city federation did not attract much attention.

However, there are rumors that the Roman Empire is taking advantage of this war to test the effectiveness of new magical weapons in actual combat.

Therefore, a large number of people with sufficient magical knowledge were needed, and Morris naturally met this standard.

"Returning home, I really can't do anything about it," Sir Godot thought for a while, "It shouldn't be a big deal. The war won't reach the Roman mainland. If it really comes to that, the whole continent will be in chaos. Don't worry, you are a high-level intellectual talent, you will definitely not be sent to the front line."

Sir Godot spoke comfortingly.

That being said, as a member of the Craig family, he knew more inside information.

The largest part of the construction business is arms, and it also has in-depth cooperation with Roman. He is well aware that the Roman royal family has become very abnormal and is said to be addicted to strange experiments.

The entire country is riddled with internal conflicts and unable to resolve them, so it chooses to incite external hatred. Supporting the Varian State in going to war is likely just the first step in the test, and there may be even bigger actions in the future.

Logically, Sir Godot should be excited about this situation.

Capitalists have no country.

The more troubled the world is, the more money Craig makes.

They are a family that made their fortune by making this kind of immoral money.

But Gordo actually struggles.

He may have been born with more of a conscience than the rest of his family.

"Yeah, it shouldn't be a big deal."

Morris repeated.

For a moment, he actually thought about refusing the call-up, but he quickly rejected his absurd idea.

If you refuse to be recruited, you will not only lose your identity in the Roman Empire and become a refugee without a household registration, but you will also be wanted.

Although he does not need to rely on public funding to complete his studies now, after starring in "The Intouchables", he can at least be considered a high-income group, even if he does not become a wealthy man overnight, and all the funding he received can be repaid with interest.

But for Loman, it was not about money. Serving the emperor was the unshirkable responsibility of government-funded students, and it was not a debt that could be terminated by paying back the money.

When something like this happens, I don’t feel like playing games anymore.

He stood up and said goodbye to Sir Godot.

Ms. Rowling came over and handed over a necklace in a very cold manner.

Morris had never taken a class on identifying magic items, but from the abundant magical power emanating from the necklace in front of him, it was not difficult to infer that it must be worth a lot of money.

"This is?"

"A parting gift." Ms. Rowling said coldly.

Morris did not refuse. He heard that Ms. Rowling had a very high status among the drow, and a gift from her was considered a favor and could not be refused.

But what surprised Morris was that he noticed that the corners of Ms. Rowling's mouth trembled slightly, as if she was about to laugh and was trying hard to hold it back.

Is being called back to the country considered a joke in Zall culture?

What a weird joke.

"Have a safe journey," Sir Godot said at last.

"What a pity! If I hadn't left, Raul wouldn't have gotten the lead role in 'The Silence of the Lambs'. What a pity! He got such a good deal for nothing." Before leaving, Morris did not forget to make one last joke.

"Oh," Sir Godot laughed, "No thanks, great performing artist."

Morris waved and left the mansion.

In fact, he submitted his resume to the crew of "The Silence of the Lambs", but was ruthlessly rejected and did not even have the chance to be interviewed.

After the hit of "The Intouchables", Morris once fantasized about becoming a big star. He is an acting genius!

In the future, you can engage in acting career. As for being a mage, whoever wants to do it can do it. You can make money by being a celebrity endorser of an advertisement or attending some events. It is not much more comfortable than working in a laboratory from dawn to dusk.

However, the reality was that he encountered many setbacks. Almost all the crews who auditioned him rejected him. The only few who passed were found to be in bad films, and they let him through just to get some popularity.

In a fit of anger, he signed up for the Drama Guild's acting class. After taking a few classes, the biggest gain he got was the realization that he was a crappy acting talent.

He can only play himself.

All other character types are not good enough.

The success of "The Intouchables" is purely due to the collision of his nature with the character's personality.

After leaving Sir Godot's house, he went to find his younger brother first.

He learned that his younger brother, Maurice Jr., had not been drafted because he was not yet of age.

Big Morris believed that even if his brother was recruited, the Drogo Group would find a way, because his brother's project was too important.

There is a technical position sequence within the Drogo Group. He didn't remember what level his brother was at, but it was very high anyway, and he was often promoted to a higher level.

Unlike himself, he was just a minor actor who collaborated with the Drogo Group on a film called Shadow of Mordor, and one of the main inventors of a music player with low technical content.

The substitutability is maximized.

I explained the situation to my brother and went back to school to apply for a leave of absence. I had only been back to school for less than a year because of the Tiefling transformation incident, and now I had to take a leave of absence again. I didn't know if I would have a chance to complete my studies.

I didn’t hold a farewell party with my friends in the Twin Towers City. I packed my luggage alone and boarded the train to Roman.

The reporting deadline given in the email is within fifteen days, but it is better not to meet the deadline, otherwise you may be targeted.

Why did you come on the last day?
No subjective initiative?

Are you not loyal enough to His Majesty the Emperor?

Morris could imagine the picture, it was so suffocating.

However, he was indeed not loyal enough to the emperor, but he could only think about it in his heart and did not dare to show it.

Almost all the people on the train were recalled international students, including more than one Tiefling, and some people asked Morris for autographs.

Even though he has only starred in one film, as long as his representative work is high enough, his popularity will always be there.

Being asked for an autograph did not make Morris feel better. In fact, the carriage he was in was dead silent.

Everyone had a hunch that this recall might not be a good thing.

Even if good things happen, it will not be their turn, the royal relatives will enjoy them first.

Along the way, Morris felt like a piece of cargo being transported non-stop.

Arrived in Loman, registered, grouped according to profession, took another train, went to the border, received training, grouped again according to training results, and took another train...

In a trance, Morris had already forgotten how many days had passed, and he had become a member of the Holy Roman Legion in a daze.

Throughout the process, a concept is instilled and reinforced over and over again.

The emperor's will is above all else, the emperor's orders must not be disobeyed, and the emperor's life is above his own...

Morris knew that this concept was problematic, but he couldn't resist being repeatedly indoctrinated.

He even suspected that the Empire used mind control methods in this process.

It’s ridiculous.

Fortunately, the necklace given by Ms. Rowling seemed to have the effect of increasing mental resistance, so that he did not fall into the frenzy like others.

Morris couldn't help but start thinking whether the imperial system would be eliminated by the times, but it just lacked an opportunity.

The current empire seems like the last madness before that opportunity comes.

The operation of the empire's machinery will not slow down because of his thoughts. The final destination of the cargo named Morris is the country of Varian.

Worst outcome.

Because of Repin's signature, relatively good performance, and the achievement of the music player, Morris was regarded as a key talent and received much attention.

Important talents should be placed in important places.

So he was sent here as a member of the Roman Empire's military advisory group in Varian.

Fortunately, it’s not on the front line.

The war between the Kingdom of Villian and the City of Augustan took place almost entirely on the land of the City Federation.

Augustan City is not a city, but a federation of many cities. Although it is called a federation, the relationship between the cities is actually quite loose.

Religious reasons, historical reasons...

A host of factors have resulted in the strange phenomenon of a federation in which each party appears united but is actually divided, with each party harboring its own agenda. Even in the midst of a war, the federation has not been united, causing large tracts of land to become a weapons testing ground for the Roman Empire.

On the first day of arriving in Villian, several groups of advisory group members held a welcome dinner for the newcomers.

The dinner was of high standard and was arranged in full accordance with the details of a duke-level banquet.

Just over a hundred kilometers away from the battlefield, in the luxurious banquet hall, there was singing and dancing, and the atmosphere was magnificent.

This environment made Morris very uncomfortable.

He was the focus of everyone's attention at the banquet, but now he shrank into the corner, trying to become transparent.

He stared blankly at the wallpaper on the wall, counting the number of prints, hoping that this boring night would pass quickly.

"Everyone, be quiet," an amplified voice spread throughout the corners of the banquet hall, "Please welcome the respected head of the advisory group, Brigadier General Douglas, to give a speech."

Applause broke out in the hall.

"Ahem, sorry to delay your dinner. I cannot be called respectful. I am just loyally carrying out the orders of His Majesty the Emperor." Under the gaze of everyone, a middle-aged man in military uniform, holding a wine glass, with a standard smile on his face, regular features, and somewhat handsome, said.

He is Brigadier General Douglas.

Morris had heard of this person, but he didn't know anything specific about him, and he didn't want to know everyone here.

The hypocritical speech just now reminded him of Mr. Drogo, but Mr. Drogo's mean look eliminated the sense of affectation and was not so annoying.

As for Brigadier General Douglas, he even caused Morris to feel some physical discomfort.

The brigadier general continued his speech: "My fellow countrymen, I believe that you have chosen to come to this land with lofty ambitions and a belief in justice. Congratulations, this is the most suitable place to realize your ambitions.

“The bandits of Augustan City destroyed the peace of the City Federation and brought the flames of war to the beautiful Kingdom of Varian. This is simply the destruction of humanity and a moral disaster. We, the loyal subjects of His Majesty the Emperor, have come here to uphold justice and help Varian regain the peace and stability it deserves.

"At the same time, it is also to help the poor residents of Augustan City regain hope in life."

The Brigadier General pointed in the direction of the front line.

"There, the crazy Augustan City bandits are inhumane and have brought endless death to the citizens. They are the enemy of the citizens, the enemy of the Varian Kingdom, and our enemy. Gentlemen, fight for the future peace.

"Let us raise our glasses together to toast His Majesty the Emperor, to future peace, and to justice."

"Respect justice!"

The members of the advisory group raised their glasses and shouted slogans in unison: Cheers to justice.

Morris also raised his glass to join in the fun, but he did not shout the slogan because he couldn't.

When everyone is not sober, being sober is a sin.

Morris felt even more uncomfortable.

He glanced at the clock nervously.

Bad news, it seems like it won’t be over any time soon.

To make matters worse, he spotted Brigadier General Douglas walking towards him.

I hope it's not for him.

However, Morris' hopes were soon dashed.

Brigadier General Douglas walked straight to Morris, with a few followers behind him, still with a standard smile on his face.

Morris had no choice but to stand at attention and salute.

"Don't be nervous." Brigadier General Douglas said kindly.

Hearing him speak up close, Morris finally understood why he felt the brigadier general's voice sounded strange.

He was deliberately lowering his voice, even to the point of making a bubbling sound.

He doesn't think it's cool to talk like that.

"brigadier!"

"Are you Maurice?"

"Report, yes."

"No need to report. This is a party. It's a party to welcome you."

Brigadier General Douglas chatted about family matters, asking Morris if he was adapting well and if he was nervous about arriving here. In short, it was all useless nonsense.

After several rounds of pleasantries, he finally got to the point: "You've acted in a movie called Magic Shadow, right?"

"Yes, sir. The Intouchables."

Morris replied that he did not understand why the Commodore asked him that.

"Oh, it's a really good movie. My wife especially likes it. I have watched it more than once. Your performance is very wonderful."

"Thank you."

"Since you've participated in the filming of Magic Shadow, you should know something about filming things."

"It's just a preliminary understanding, not proficient."

Morris intuitively felt that extra work was being assigned to him and instinctively wanted to refuse.

In fact, he is very skilled in filming and has uploaded many life videos on YouTube.

After all, before becoming an actor, he was just a small internet celebrity.

"That's good to know. That's good to know. It's better than me not knowing anything at all. I happen to have a newest model of Drogo Group camera, and no one here knows how to use it."

Hearing this, Morris secretly spat in his heart. If there was extra work, he couldn't refuse it.

The only advantage that elder Morris has over his younger brother, younger Morris, is that he has a higher emotional intelligence.

"I have always loved photography. I hope you can give me the opportunity to use the camera and ensure that I can complete the photography tasks you assign to me."

"Hey, this isn't a mission I assigned," Douglas patted Morris on the shoulder to show his friendliness. "This is the heroic image of the Holy Roman Legion that should be shown to the public. While you're doing your job, take some appropriate footage that can show our strength and make it into a video for publicity."

"clear."

“Remember, the focus is on the soldiers at the grassroots level of the legion. They deserve more praise. Don’t always stare at us old guys.” Douglas patted Morris on the shoulder again. “Remember, don’t always stare at us old guys. We don’t look photogenic.”

Morris understood that he had to stare at those old guys and film them, and it had to be captured on camera, and it couldn't be said that it was their request.

But Morris tried to pretend he didn't understand.

Compared to the brigadier general and his followers, he would rather shoot some grassroots soldiers.

The next day, Morris received his latest DrogoCorp camera.

It doesn't look like the high-end camera used in filming "The Intouchables", but just a commercially available model.

He also received a pass signed by Brigadier General Douglas, which allowed him to enter and exit the Brigadier General's office area, as well as some military areas that Morris was not authorized to enter.

Morris chose to go ahead and take a look first.

He instinctively questioned the justice of the war, especially after the Brigadier General repeatedly stressed that they were just.

Although the Advisory Group is called the Advisory Group, it is just for the sake of sounding nice, to indicate that the Roman Empire did not personally get involved in the conflicts between small countries and city-states.

In fact, many golems on the front line are directly controlled by members of the advisory group.

Morris was also trained in golem manipulation.

With the help of the pass, he successfully arrived less than 20 kilometers away from the war zone.

The latest golem developed by the Roman Empire solves the shortcoming that the operator must be near the golem, and the maximum control distance can reach thirty kilometers.

And where Morris arrived, there was a golem control team stationed.

The advisory group that participated in the war did not directly go into the battlefield. They were all transported through golems or unmanned constructs, and their lives were almost not in danger.

But Morris did not appear directly in front of the Golem Squad soldiers, but chose to take pictures from a distance.

He wanted to see what the front really looked like.

Due to his advanced education, Morris was one rank higher than these soldiers.

And as we all know, when leaders come to inspect, the situation has nothing to do with reality.

Morris set up the camera from a distance and cast a eavesdropping spell.

It was not in vain that I went to school in Repin.

The performance of this camera is very good, and it can clearly capture the scene of controlling the golem from a long distance.

The golem controller used by Loman must have been influenced by Drogo's game console.

It is even possible that it was directly copied.

The golem is controlled by something similar to a handle, and the display screen is also an illusion that synchronizes the golem's vision.

Judging from what is shown in the illusion picture, this team mainly uses ground-based heavy firepower golems, and their main attack method is scorching rays.

The Scorching Ray itself is a 2nd level spell, but the Scorching Ray carried by the golem has been upgraded and amplified, and its range, power, and number have been greatly improved.

Through the golem's vision, one can see a city that has become a ruin.

That is the city of Augustan.

Not long ago, this place was a tourist attraction.

Now, only broken walls and people struggling to survive among the ruins are left.

A moving target was found in the picture.

Morris zoomed in on the image and saw that it was a child, probably no older than ten, running away in terror.

No matter how you look at it, the child poses no threat to the golem.

But at this time, the sound of team conversation came from the monitor.

"Report, the target has been found, it's a child."

"There are no children on the battlefield," the squad leader said, "I have repeated this many times. There are only enemies, or potential enemies. What should we do when facing potential enemies?"

"Report, eliminate all potential enemies."

"very good."

Morris' heart tightened. Were they going to attack the escaped child?
What threats are there to children?
Is he some genius wizard apprentice?

"Wait," the squad leader suddenly held down the operator's hand as he prepared to release the ray, "let him run away."

Morris breathed a sigh of relief; it seemed that his compatriots were not yet hopelessly crazy.

However, just as he was about to get up and meet with the team to discuss the filming, another sentence from the squad leader came over the monitor.

"Okay, it's far enough. Let's place our bets. Will it be above the three-shot line or below it?"

"I bet above, five copper coins, this guy never shoots accurately!"

"I'll give you ten copper coins if I trust him once, or less..."

The other fighters immediately began placing bets, excitedly and expertly, and it was obvious that this was not their first time doing so.

"Hurry up and hit me! You'll miss me if you run any further!"

“One shot!”

"You can't even hit it off target, how can you hit it? How did you pass the training?"

“Two shots!”

"I got it! I got it! Hahaha, I told you to trust him this time, okay? Where's the money? Give it to me, all of it. Don't even think about shirking your debt. You've already shirked your debt once!"

"Hey! Hey! That's not right. Look, the kid can still crawl. Only his legs are broken. That doesn't count."

"It doesn't count. The bet is whether or not you can hit the target."

……

Then they started arguing about whether a child with both legs beaten off could survive.

In the illusion, two bright red bloodstains stretched longer and longer on the dust. (End of this chapter)