Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1607 1579. Information Dissemination Hidden Blade
Very eloquent, or in other words, comes easily to people.

Lan En did not use any special poetic techniques to explain his point. Instead, he simply listed several empty spaces for data that went straight to the point.

For example, how much tax revenue can the trade of Valyrian steel in Nilfgaard bring to the northern countries, what kind of combat power will these taxes translate into, and how much supplies will these taxes translate into on the front battlefield.

And what role can the Valyrian steel sold in the past play in the Nilfgaardian army compared to this?

Lan En did not fill in the specific data, because he had just returned and did not actually get the data. The blanks in these data were to be filled by Xi Leton.

Lan En simply relied on his keen insight to find these key factors that could explain the matter clearly at once.

A piece of paper, after writing on it, does not look like a poem, but rather like several fill-in-the-blank questions on a math test paper.

It took less than two minutes. Lan En put down the quill, handed the paper roll to Xileton across the table, and picked up the silver cup he had just put down and took a sip.

Xi Leton put the wine glass aside and carefully took what Lan En had written.

"I can fill in all the data here." The red-bearded dwarf looked up at Lan, "But this is too boring, isn't it? I can see that you want the citizens to know the pros and cons of selling Valyrian steel to Nilfgaard, but who would listen to you if you read this to others?"

"Besides, what bard would be able to recite this?"

"Who wants to listen?" Lan En tilted his head with the silver cup in his hand, looking confused. "Why should I care whether they want to listen or not?"

"Do you think that when I ask you to invite five, six, seven or eight bards, I mean to have them sing a few songs in the taverns and market gates of the city? Tsk."

Lan En pouted in annoyance.

"I want you to hire hundreds of bards! And have them perform in the streets! They will take turns on the morning shift, afternoon shift, and even night shift! Who cares if the citizens are willing to listen or not! Pour this stuff into their ears!"

"After a few weeks, they will just feel that it is the noisy background noise of their lives, or even get used to it!"

"And when I hear those stupid things like 'selling Valyrian steel to Nilfgaardians during the war is a betrayal', I can subconsciously think of these data as a rebuttal!"

"As for you, are those bards willing to spread this stuff?"

"Shelton, Shelton."

Lan muttered the red-bearded dwarf's name in a tone that sounded almost like a sigh, while looking at him with a pitying look.

"If I threw a copper groat at a bard, it would be considered an insult and a provocation. But if I threw a Temeria Auron at him, it would be called appreciation."

"Not only do I think this is admiration, but even the bard who got hit would think this is admiration. You are a banker and financier from the Giancardi family."

Lan En gave a firm notice: "Tell those bards that they can add some obscene jokes and vulgar jokes, but there is only one thing - the data above cannot be tampered with or ignored. It all comes out of their mouths intact."

Xileton put the paper roll into the inner pocket of his coat. He still didn't quite believe that this would solve the problem, but he didn't say much.

Just as Lan En said, he was a professional from a dwarf banking family, and of course he knew that everything could be negotiated as long as money was added.

But he still questioned Lan En just now because he felt that it was not worth using this money to hire a bard to do work.

Of course you can spend money, but it has to be spent effectively, right?
Xileton still believed that it would be more cost-effective to spend money on hiring an armed mercenary group.

It's an old-fashioned and safe idea.

But he still doesn't know the so-called "power of publicity" and the difference the volume of publicity can make.

Generally speaking, when two opinions collide in a region, the volume of one opinion can reach three times that of the other opinion, which means that the other opinion's volume is suppressed to less than 30% in the public opinion environment.

You can basically crush the opponent.

The traditional business mindset of Shelton was not able to fully understand the theory of information dissemination. Even in this magical medieval world, no one had ever thought of studying information dissemination as a theory.

Although Lan En was not very clear about this theory before, he knew that there was this concept. It was not difficult for Mentos to draw conclusions by bringing in data from real-life scenarios and performing real-time calculations.

Lan En could see that Xileton still didn't believe that this strategy would have any effect, but since the last time the red-bearded dwarf made an aggressive investment and almost bankrupted himself, his work style has become much more rigorous and he has obviously improved.

Therefore, Lan En was not worried that the execution of his actions this time would be compromised because of his own ideas.

"Okay, okay, since you said so," Xileton slid down from the chair, patted the inner pocket through his clothes and said to Lan En, "then let's do this first and see the effect."

As he spoke, he took out an iron wine flask from his arms as Lan En raised his eyebrows.

Then he walked to the cupboard in the office, picked up the bottle of wine that Berengar had placed there and poured it into his own flask.

Seeing Lan En's strange gaze following him, Xi Leton muttered unhappily.

"What are you looking at? It's a habit! I've improved a lot, okay?!"

This is true. If he hadn't learned his lesson before, Xileton would probably have taken the whole bottle of wine away after the conversation.

Maybe, I mean maybe he would feel disgusted that the bottle of wine had been half drunk, and turn around to find an unopened bottle in the cupboard to take away.

So Lan En simply opened his hands and held them in front of his chest, looking like "Do whatever you want, I respect you."

After filling the wine jug, Xileton said hello and left. Although Lan En had said that they should have a meal together, it was clear that the troubles facing the factory area could not make Xileton feel at ease.

"He is interesting."

Cassandra, who was sitting carefree, looked at Xileton's leaving figure and said to Lan with a smile.

"Dwarves are basically quite interesting." The witcher spread his hands, "If you can tolerate their rudeness and stubbornness before you feel this kind of fun."

"That doesn't sound difficult." Cassandra shrugged nonchalantly.

"By the way." Lan turned to look at Berengar, who had been silent because his body was metabolizing toxins. "Do you still have the hidden blade you tried to make? Let Cassandra feel your craftsmanship first."

At this time, although he had not been poisoned for a long time, which caused the old demon hunter's poison resistance to decrease a little, his complexion was beginning to return to normal.

This means that the toxin is no longer a problem in his body.

The old demon hunter sneered, "You're telling me that? Aren't you covered in my work?"

But even though they were arguing, Berengar still turned his left wrist.

I saw a sword tip suddenly pop out from the seemingly ordinary daily work wristband with a "hiss" sound!
The grain of Valyrian steel is very beautiful.

Even Cassandra, the initial provider of technology, was amazed.

Not only that.

Berengar turned his wrist, revealing the structure of the hidden blade under his inner wrist.

Compared to the original version, the first hidden blade, that Kassandra got from Darius when she helped the grandfather and grandson who were being hunted by the Order of the Ancients in the Persian Empire.

The one in Berengar's hand now is undoubtedly more complex and sophisticated in structure.

Gears, small winches and other components mesh together, showing a kind of mechanical beauty.

"It's still inspired by the craftsmanship of the New World Survey Team."

As Berengar spoke, he detached the hidden blade from his wrist and threw it at Kassandra.

The falconer caught it and began to play with it curiously.

"With the help of the more advanced machining technology there, I made a miniaturized catapult hook structure on it."

As he spoke, Berengar looked helpless.

"After I finished, I realized that my old bones couldn't take it."

"It's enough to use it as a hook to slowly climb up and lie down, but then I can carry a rope, right? And it's cheaper."

"If I wanted to be like you or those monster hunters in the New World, and shoot out with the grappling hook while jumping in the air, and suddenly overcome inertia and grab myself, I'm afraid my old bones would be dislocated at least."

"It was even more tragic, the whole arm was torn off."

"But since you brought Cassandra here," Berengar glanced at the two of them, "I'll assume that she's not someone you can easily mess with. Just use her."

"It's precious, isn't it?" Cassandra declined. "What about you?"

"Me?" Berengar rummaged through the drawer in his office and took out another one that was obviously much simpler and put it on. "I'd better use the original version."

"I don't do those fancy moves. It's for self-defense, so it's better to keep it simple."

"Thank you, Berengar." Cassandra stopped being polite and put away the hidden blade. She smiled eagerly, "This thing looks interesting. Maybe it can make things easier for me."

"Just 'convenient'?" Berengar asked in surprise.

In return, Cassandra nodded as a matter of course.

So the old witcher, while being amazed, also understood that the falconer was indeed a "powerful character".

Cassandra was not exaggerating.

She has a high concentration of Isu genes, and as the Spear of Leonidas is upgraded, her genes are further sublimated.

By now, her athletic ability has become exaggerated.

Even if there was no place to start on the flat city wall, she could still climb the same distance vertically at the speed of a normal person jogging on flat ground without blushing or getting out of breath.

And if it was a fall, I wonder if anti-gravity technology has been compiled into the genes of the Isu people.

Although Cassandra would still get hurt and bleed, she would not get hurt no matter how high she fell from.

(End of this chapter)