"Durt, why do you say something about 'Magic Tide' and 'Magic Tide' all day long, why haven't I noticed any changes?"

As the bard Durt was about to start his day's work, there was a shout from beside him, and when he turned his head, he saw a drunken mercenary sitting there, his foot on the edge of the table, staring at him with drunken eyes.

Mercenaries and adventurers usually relax after the afternoon, but early in the morning, when the mercenary is drunk and in tattered clothes, you know that he is doing quite badly.

I don't know if it's because of credibility or something else, but in short, he's a fault-finder.

Durt plucked the strings lightly and replied nonchalantly: "This news has come from the Duchy of Sorrowful Winds, and it has been confirmed by the major churches, if you don't believe it, you can go to the local church to ask." ”

When he said this, he crossed Erlang's legs, and the lute rested on his lap and sang softly.

This time he sang 'The Battle of Silver Tide Harbor', not like those already vulgar legends, this kind of story like a local anecdote has not been heard by many people.

Even the down-and-out mercenary who wanted to trouble him just now followed suit when he saw the reactions of the others, and sat in that corner, drinking wine and listening to the story sung by the bard.

That was a decade ago, and as the reputation of the 'Grand Duke of the Black Dragon' spread, the battle that made him and the head of Serena's maid famous became known.

But it's only the level of 'knowing', and most people don't know what happened in the first place.

"Aristocracy is really not a thing......"

Somebody, when he heard the 'cause', he muttered something in a low voice, and then there was a burst of laughter in the tavern.

Most of you here are veterans, who doesn't know that nobility is not a good thing?

Sitting here, even the most vicious one did not dare to say that he could be worse than some nobles.

Even if they have done murder and robbery, compared to some nobles, the things they do are just a 'little trick' used by those nobles to train their own children, and they are not on the table at all.

But partially, those nobles show a polite appearance in front of people of the same status, which is really disgusting.

As long as they are 'veterans', they must have seen many things, and after seeing so many things, they have long recognized what kind of existence this group is.

It is true that there are still people who can maintain the dignity of the aristocracy, but that kind of aristocracy is so rare that this kind of 'case' cannot change the public image of the aristocracy at all.

After playing and singing the song 'The Battle of Silver Tide Harbor', the bard picked up the ale that happened to be warm at hand, smiled at the tavernkeeper's little niece, and made her shyly hide in the back kitchen, which also attracted the tavernkeeper's angry eyes.

It is conceivable that if he did a little more 'out of line', even as long as he talked to the little girl, this boss would definitely take action to kick people out.

With a harmless smile at the boss, Doult took a sip of warm ale and exhaled comfortably.

In the blink of an eye, it was almost late autumn again, but the weather was getting colder and colder, and the temperature at this time should still be the same as early summer, neither hot nor very cold.

The tide is really coming—and Durt knows a lot about it.

It is undeniable that he did receive money from the Fortune Church, but what he said was true, and he dared to guarantee that he had not told half a lie in these matters.

It's still the chief maid who can think so much about the common people, even if it is not the people under his own rule, who is willing to speak out to warn them that 'danger is coming'.

Whether they believe it or not, it's better to 'know' than 'not to know,' and he points out the best way to deal with it in that case – go to your local church for help!

This is entirely required by the Church of Wealth, otherwise he would not bother to do such a thankless task.

Durt is well aware that in addition to himself, there are many bards, mercenaries, and merchants like him all over the continent who are doing the same thing as him.

They are all employed by the Church of Wealth and the Duchy of Sorrow, and with a few words, even if others don't believe it, they can receive a mercenary, and this kind of work can even be done casually in their spare time, and who will have trouble with money?

During his time in the town, he had already discovered that there were two people who were spreading the same word as him, and it became clear that they were also the same people as him.

Maybe one person's mouth alone can't make everyone else believe in this matter, but as long as there are more people passing by, more people talking, and countless mouths repeating a thing, then even if someone doesn't believe it at the beginning, they will gradually become skeptical, and in the end, they will be convinced.

Don't look at these mercenaries and adventurers with disapproval, in fact, they are the ones who know the most about it.

However, they did not have the kindness of Serena's maid, and would not tell anyone such things freely.

Maybe the nobles haven't reacted yet, but sooner or later there will be smart people who will understand that this is shaking their rule.

Those mercenaries and adventurers are not willing to take this kind of risk, and the only people who are willing to take this risk are probably people like him who are 'short of money to spend'.

Unexpectedly, he became a person who makes money with his head......

Durt thought about this happily, and after pouring a small half cup of warm ale into his stomach, he blushed slightly, smiled at the mercenaries, plucked the strings, and said, "Next, I will sing a new story to make sure none of you have heard of it—about the legendary chief maid, about the Grand Duke of the Black Dragon, about the country of 'pearls'!"

As soon as they heard this, the mercenaries and adventurers cheered up, and even the tavernkeeper's little niece poked her little head out, her eyes flashing, ready to listen.

The bard smiled, brewed his feelings, and then plucked the strings and sang.

............

"It's 6,000 gold again this year!" Latinia sighed.

Looking at the data table in her hand, she had to sigh.

The Principality originally had an annual 'propaganda fee' of 3,000 gold, but now it has added 3,000 gold to this foundation.

Even a god like Latina, who is accustomed to seeing wealth, can't help but feel emotional, and Serena spends lavishly, and she has not been able to adapt to it until now.

Although as long as there is an act of 'spending' or 'trading' in the Church of Fortune, it is accumulating divine power for her, but she didn't expect that Serena would really persevere.

This is equivalent to four months of tax revenue received by Sad Wind at the beginning, but now, after this money is spent, no one feels distressed - except for the black dragon, but he is not human.

At first, it did not pay off, but over time, the investment began to bear fruit.

More and more people became curious about the principality, more and more merchants came to the place, and this propaganda made Latinia gradually stronger.

While everyone else was wondering about it, Serena pushed through the crowd and stayed the course, which is why she got to where she is today.

"The promotion of the 'Magic Tide' is also coming to an end, so according to the plan, the next step should be 'popularizing the knowledge of the Magic Tide'!" Latinia glanced at the plan and couldn't help but squint her eyes, "It's going to cost money again...... However, it is a necessary investment, and it is necessary to fully mobilize the fear of the common people, so that they can overcome the fear of the nobility!"

"In a few days, we should be able to see the first results!"

.。 m.