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Chapter 602 Stained with the Color of Sain

The Lord's Room in the City of Sein.

"The land of warriors has turned green."

Gong Qiying stood by the altar, gazing at the dyed world map before him.

The entire Blackrock City was tinged with the green of his Siege Dungeon, signifying his complete control over the city. The stone gray of the Great Stone Dungeon had faded to the point of being invisible.

However, Lord Pantheon himself doesn't seem to care about this.

Outside of Blackrock City, the Dungeon of Sein already had a certain reputation in the Warrior's Kingdom, and with Temud's large-scale scattering of Battle Festival Relic Stones, people's impressions of the Dungeon of Sein have been completely ignited.

The colors represented by the other dungeons within the Warrior Kingdom still exist, but they are all covered with a faint green layer, which is still encroaching on the colors of the other dungeons.

The Sien Dungeon has left a deep impression on the people of the whole country.

"Everywhere I go turns green; I feel like I'm some kind of scourge."

After briefly complaining about why his signature color was green, Miyazaki closed the world map with satisfaction.

He felt a little embarrassed at the thought that people throughout the Warrior Kingdom were constantly mentioning the name of the Sien Dungeon.

"I've already sent the Battle Festival's record stone to Pantheon and Merdin, but they still haven't replied. I wonder what their reaction is."

"It remains to be seen whether their unwavering fighting spirit can be revitalized through this incident."

"However, after the battle festival ended, I think I've finally established myself here. I no longer need to keep an eye on things all the time, so I can finally relax."

Gong Qiying felt mentally exhausted, something he hadn't experienced in a long time. He had been busy preparing a battle festival that would provide adventurers with a good experience.

As things stand, everything is good so far.

"Take a nap, go to sleep for a while."

He lay on the altar, and by now his body had become accustomed to the hard bed.

But just then, an envelope was suddenly sent from the altar and landed right on his face.

"Who is it? Who would send a letter at a time like this?"

Gong Qiying ripped off the envelope, and frowned when he saw it clearly.

"A color I've never seen before. Did a dungeon originally use emerald green as its representative color?"

Let me see the name.

"Cangyin Underground City?"

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As the suddenly appearing mad dragon was driven away, the capital gradually recovered from the chaos.

News spread that the war festival had been postponed.

"It's said that the important offerings to be used to worship the spirits of ancestors at the end of the festival were damaged by the roar of the mad dragon, and they are currently undergoing emergency repairs, right?"

"I really don't know how long it will take to repair. Such a big accident happened during this war festival. Will the country be in turmoil for the next few years?"

"Did you all see that mad dragon? It looks much scarier than my brother, who's in the army, described. Is it really that big? It's as big as the entire palace."

"These things are entrenched on the border. I don't hate those border people who come to seek refuge anymore. I'll go donate some money to them tomorrow."

The Mad Dragon impressed people with its formidable strength and excessively large size.

Previously, this guy only operated on the border, and people in the capital only knew about him through hearsay; apart from the army, no one paid any attention to him.

But today, having truly witnessed the appearance and power of the mad dragon in real life, the attitude of the people in the capital has undergone a complete 180-degree turn. They have begun to strongly urge the country's soldiers to fight and kill the mad dragon as soon as possible, or even drive it to another country!
This is called not feeling pain until the slap lands on you.

Aside from the clamor for conquering the mad dragon, another matter was gaining increasing attention in the capital.

It was naturally a pigeon, no, it was a photographic stone brought by the pigeon.

That is, the content of the [Battle Festival].

It turns out that while they were focused on the war festival, there was another group of people participating in an epic battle in the dungeon.

Not only that, but the game was also incredibly exciting!

And the video recording quality is also superb!

Such a spectacular battle is something that the inhabitants of the Warrior Kingdom, who have written the spectacle of battle into their underlying code, are as irresistible as Blood Healing is to the Yharnam people, Coca-Cola is to the Drumlings, and Stewed Rice is to the big eaters!

Thus began the search for the memory stone that contained images of the battle festival.

Because of the mad dragon, the pigeons were killed by the roar before they could scatter the memory stones all over the city. Flocks of pigeons fell into the city and were picked up and collected by various people. Some people began to buy them from these people at high prices.

Now, as the Battle Festival unfolds, everyone wants to witness its splendor and begins searching the entire city for the pigeons' tracks. Naturally, the black market has also seen the emergence of "remembering stones," which have been promoted by some with ulterior motives. Each stone is priced at over a hundred gold coins, making it seem like they're trying to rip off those who want to watch the show.

Even Beijing residents with spare cash couldn't help but hesitate when faced with such exorbitant prices, but some people still ended up buying them.

Anyone with a keen eye would be overjoyed, but he didn't have time to be happy for long.

A large number of Battle Festival commemorative stones suddenly appeared online, and they weren't available on the black market, but through official channels!
It's priced at just ten gold coins and also supports low-cost rentals!
People on the black market are losing money hand over fist.

Overnight, flocks of pigeons scattering image stones appeared in all the major cities of the Warrior Kingdom.

In the cities where the images were well received, photo shops have put up a collection of photos called "Battle Festival". Although they sell out quickly, new stock is quickly replenished, and there is no shortage, just like there are factories producing them at full capacity.

Thanks to this, almost everyone in the country had access to footage of the battle festival!
It was only as the video was further disseminated that people finally learned which force was promoting it: Prince Temud!

People's evaluation of his behavior is as follows.
Well done, keep it up!

It's clear that Temud's move has won over many people.

"Your Highness, Your Highness, it's selling like hotcakes!"

The guard rushed into Temud's residence, reporting with obvious excitement.

Temud seemed completely unsurprised, nodding calmly and saying:

"It's all because the video content is attractive enough. Without good content to support it, people would just scold me for sending pigeons around and getting their clothes dirty."

“No one would dare speak to you like that,” the guard chuckled, then asked, “Your Highness, what should we do next?”

His eyes were now filled with admiration as he looked at Temud. Being able to follow the Third Prince, he must also be a staunch traditionalist, and he had a great time at the Battle Festival, experiencing a long-lost sense of warrior spirit.

Seeing that people outside were also so welcoming of the battle festival, the guards couldn't help but have other thoughts, such as taking this opportunity to let the traditionalists turn the tables and give the reformists a good slap in the face!

His Highness surely has a brilliant follow-up plan, right? He stared at Temud with shining eyes.

“Let’s just do nothing for now,” Temud said.

"Alright, as expected of Your Highness, I'll go and wait for you to say what."

The guard looked bewildered. Had he just heard the words "do nothing"?
Temud was amused by his appearance and said:

"We've only just started distributing the photo stones, and people have only just begun to look at them. What else can we do? We shouldn't be too hasty."

"Oh, what happens after everyone has seen it?" The guard blinked.

"Then there's even less need to take action."

Temud blinked at him and said:
“Once people have watched the video, they will have already experienced emotional fluctuations related to it. What they think is beyond our control, but we have already fully expressed our meaning in the video.”

"So we don't need to do anything else, we just need to wait until the seeds sprout, break through the soil, and grow towards the sky."

A confident and peaceful expression appeared on Temud's face; he hadn't felt this comfortable in a long time.

It felt as if all the rage within me had been released along with the blood during the battle ritual, leaving me completely at peace. I felt I could calmly think things through no matter what I faced.

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The guard glanced at him a few more times and whispered, "Your Highness, such literary language is more suitable for Prince Lanle to say. It sounds a bit out of place here."

"roll."

Temud only said one sentence, simply and directly expressing his opinion.

The guard immediately turned to leave with a grin, feeling a sense of security from Temud's words and actions.

Just as he turned around and hadn't even left yet, Temud spoke again: "Wait, I have a special task for you. Help me deliver something."

He handed over the carefully wrapped photographic stone and said, "Give this gift to Princess Serene of the Kingdom of Anor."

The guard looked at Temud in astonishment and said in disbelief, "Your Highness, you're going to propose marriage?!"

“Bullshit, who would propose to her?” Temud dismissed immediately. “I’m just showing off. Didn’t she think my stories were boring? Now I have a fascinating firsthand experience. If we meet again, I’ll use this experience to shut her up!”

"You really are fixated on winning in strange places."

The guard left Temud's mansion while grumbling.

Temud leaned back in his chair, and whenever he closed his eyes, the scene of the battle festival would appear in his mind, making it impossible for him to fall asleep.

He rubbed his dark circles, and seeing that no one was around, he suddenly broke into an exaggerated smile, as if he had drunk the most savory soup in the world, and muttered to himself:

"Hey, I must have looked incredibly cool charging at Ratahn and blowing myself up that day. Everyone would have seen my heroic figure."

"My dear brother, what are you laughing at?"

A teasing voice suddenly interrupted his thoughts. He hurriedly wiped the smile off his face, looked over, and glared at the person, saying:

"Lanler? What brings you here? The War Festival?"

"That kind of thing is no longer needed."

The visitor was none other than Lanle.

This guy moves incredibly fast; he's back in Blackrock City so quickly.

He smiled kindly and said:

"Little brother, tell me about the battle festival too, shall we?"

"I'd also like to participate in person."

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