Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

Marquis Fernandez stared at the screen, furious.

No, what does that dragon claw making a “V” sign towards the camera mean?
"You, this is a naked threat!"

For quite a number of nobles, losing their title is more serious than losing their lives.

Because losing one's life only means the end of an individual, while losing one's title means that the honor of several generations of the family connected by the entire surname ends in his hands.

The title of nobility, as the ultimate iron rice bowl in the old system, is not so easy to lose.

Generally speaking there are only three ways.

Committing serious crimes, but in most cases, nobles would not be caught for crimes, so it was quite rare for nobles to lose their titles due to crimes.

Secondly, it is treason. Surrender does not count. One must surrender and follow the new monarch to fight the old monarch. Therefore, when the Northern Legion came to their door, these nobles surrendered smoothly.

The last type is failure to fulfill noble obligations, which will automatically be regarded as loss of title. For example, the only remaining territory under one's name is occupied by a dragon, and one can no longer protect the territory, provide taxes, and respond to the call of the monarch.

After all, under the feudal system, the land was given to you to manage, but you didn't even have the ability to manage it.

Figesin calmly replied: "Marquis Fernandez, please be careful with your words. You are slandering me for threatening you without any evidence. This is completely contrary to the virtues of aristocracy."

Marquis Fernandez's face had turned purple and it looked like he might die at any moment.

"You are clearly instructing the dragons to surround my castle!"

"How do you prove that I am instructing the dragons? Is there anyone who can command a giant dragon? Dragon disasters are always sad surprises. Fernandez, you still have one last chance to sign your name on the document."

It turns out that most of the negotiation is done outside the negotiating table. It is difficult to reach a result just by talking, but when the chips are one-sided, the remaining steps will be much easier.

The conference room fell into dead silence, as if the process would not continue as long as no one spoke.

Finally, after a stalemate of several minutes and realizing that there was absolutely no room for maneuver, Marquis Fernandez signed his name on the document with slightly trembling hands.

"I have never seen a royal family as shameless as you!"

Although he had actually been defeated, he still had to verbally demonstrate his non-existent backbone.

"Come on, quickly present the banner to Marquis Fernandez, the pioneer of aristocratic reform, in recognition of his being the first to take the initiative to sign the aristocratic reform document. His ideas are very progressive. Cameraman! Come on, don't have a stern face, smile, this photo will appear on the headlines of tomorrow's newspapers."

Unfortunately, Marquis Fernandez was no match for Figosin, who had learned from Drogo, in terms of verbal skills.

And Figgin not only has oral skills, but also silky little combos.

The guard thrust the banner into the Marquis's hands at lightning speed, and the photographer was quick to snap the shot. His movements were swift and smooth, obviously well-rehearsed, and he successfully captured the Marquis's expression of anger, humiliation, despair, and a hint of confusion as he failed to react.

If there is a selection of the top 100 historical photos in the future, this photo, regardless of its quality, will probably be selected because of its historical value.

It will also appear in future history textbooks along with that report, probably next to the main text, in a small box with a different background color and the words "Historical Materials Reading" written on it.

After realizing what might happen, Marquis Fernandez suddenly felt less angry, and instead felt a great sense of grievance.

That feeling of grievance reminded him of his childhood, when his parents wanted to take him to attend the wedding of a distant relative, but he didn't know that relative at all. And he had an appointment to catch frogs with the chef's children that day.

So he locked himself in a small room, as if he could hide away, but his parents had keys to all the rooms. Later, he was slapped and stuffed into the carriage crying, and the cook's children never went to catch frogs together again.

He figured it out. This was the powerlessness in the face of force majeure.

After this most powerful marquis gave up resistance, the other nobles stopped struggling and signed one after another.

Finally, a group photo was taken at the scene. Compared with the combination of the marquis and the banner, this one was relatively formal.

Figxin sat upright on a chair. Dozens of nobles, big and small, sat at two long tables in front of him, silently signing their long full names on the documents, which meant that a corner of the high wall of the original aristocratic system had been kicked down.

This picture is more suitable to appear in the main text of history textbooks.

After the meeting, there was a celebratory banquet.

Figosin did not stay to attend the banquet to celebrate the nobles entering a new era. One can imagine how awkward the atmosphere of the banquet would be.

How detached must those nobles have to be to be able to eat at a banquet.

According to Figxin, there shouldn't be a banquet at all. It was her mentor and consultant, Master Zet, who strongly requested that the proper negotiation etiquette procedures should still be followed.

I sincerely hope that they can eat a little bit even when I'm not around. It takes a lot of effort to make this.

After the public meeting, there was an internal meeting.

Drogo was sitting on a leather chair, stroking the cat in his paw. The cat was actually very scared and wanted to run away, but unfortunately, the dragon's reaction was seven times that of the cat's. The cat felt uncomfortable and could not run away even if it wanted to.

"Your dragons can all be withdrawn," said Figgins. "Why are you holding a cat?"

"Don't you think this is very cool? Secretly preparing an offer that others can't refuse, how godfatherly."

"Godfather? What does the godfather have to do with threatening people?" Figesin was confused.

Drogo put the cat down, "You don't understand feelings."

Figosin was used to Drogo's many sentiments. "The nobles have all signed. The theory of the tree man you mentioned is really useful. It's about opening the window and lifting the roof."

Because Chinese keywords are used in magic programming languages, Chinese characters have gained a certain degree of popularity.

So in Figesin's view, the "tree man" is the tree man.

"I never knew that the Treemen were so wise. I thought they spoke very slowly and could drive people crazy. Only Druids could talk to them."

"Uh, that tree man is not a tree man from the tree man clan."

"Then why is he called Tree Man?"

"Forget it, it doesn't matter."

Having successfully conquered the nobles, Figosin was in a good mood, "The entire north is now stable."

"Still far from it." Drogo straightened up and became serious. "Although they have lost most of their privileges, they still have a considerable amount of wealth, which is enough for them to maintain a certain influence in the local area. Moreover, people's cognition has inertia."

"inertia?"

Drogo said with a hint of disdain: "The property of an object to retain its original state of motion. Did you study hard?"

"The royal teachers don't teach this, and neither does Zet." Figsing answered without any shame. "It's bad, the next King of Sutton is a fish that slipped through the compulsory education net. In short, the local people still have some respect and even fear for the old nobles, which makes it easier for them to plan something in the territory that originally belonged to them."

“So we still have to keep an eye on them.”

"Yes, and their direct family members, at least within three generations, cannot take the administrative examination, cannot join the army, and cannot pass the political review," Zhuo Ge thought for a moment, and added, "The official education and media systems are also not allowed. These two places must be strictly controlled. Once infiltrated and used for private work, there may not be any impact in the short term, but over a long period of time, there will be endless hidden dangers."

Drogo has seen too many bad effects caused by traitors in the education and media industries.

This kind of impact is not as direct as economic or military strikes, but it often has a wider impact and takes more time to eliminate.

Troublesome and disgusting.

Figsin nodded. She had seen a lot of things that Drogo did with propaganda channels, and it was indeed far more important than she thought.

"But they can still do business and invest. The initial capital and connections they have are great advantages that most people would love to have. It is much easier for them to start a business than for ordinary people. In addition, they have received a relatively good education, so they have a good chance of success."

Drogo tapped the table.

The world has always been like this.

All things may be created equal, but it is somewhat impossible for all things to be created equal.

If life is a game with difficulty choices, then they are determined at the time of reincarnation.

Whether you play it with the Famicom, Souls, RPG, or built-in modifiers, it all depends on luck.

"But the good news is that if they succeed in starting a business, it will promote business development; if they fail, it will allow the accumulated wealth to circulate again, which is a good thing."

A healthy and developing society needs "prodigal sons".

Figesin asked: "So what's next? When can we continue our march?"

To continue the march requires money, and the money is in Drogo's claws, so Drogo always has the final say on when to fight.

"Don't worry. The opponent's development speed is definitely not as fast as ours. They are the ones who are anxious. Defense is always easier than offense. You just need to train the army well."

The Northern Legion is expanding rapidly, and the number of new recruits currently exceeds that of old soldiers, which is a good thing. However, due to structural adjustments, new recruits are mixed with old soldiers, so the unit's combat effectiveness has decreased. It is never too much to have time for drills.

"Logically, the Royal City should be unable to resist attacking, and they can see that delaying will not do any good," Figesin analyzed. "The reason they haven't come yet can only be that the Dukes are unwilling to respond to the call, or they are unsure and unwilling to send out the trusted troops trained by the Sutton family."

After analysis, the conclusion was that it would be impossible to attack the royal city in the short term.

If things continue to develop in this way, the greater possibility is that the Northern Legion will take the initiative to attack, which is not the most ideal situation.

"It would be great if he suddenly found a way to deal with the howitzers, and that method was useless, but he believed it was useful," Figesin sighed.

"Let's put aside the matter of taking the royal city. What's important now is to publicize the results of the nobles' reform," said Drogo. "Publish the original document with the signatures of all the nobles on it. It must be available online and offline. Offline copies must be posted in every neighborhood so they can be seen. Online, make sure that all the hot search headlines on major websites are about this. The online part is easy to handle. The offline part requires your people."

"Okay, I know, I'm destined to be a hard laborer." Figxin complained.

"You are not the one who is going to post it. You need to carve this achievement and make it into a monument. Put it in front of the apartment where the negotiation took place. Talk to the businessman and ask him to buy the apartment instead of renting it. It will become a famous historical attraction in Dronburg in the future."

"That's another lot of money. We might as well get two more guns."

Figosin has always been very resentful about the fact that the Northern Legion does not have enough artillery.

"It's not your money that we're spending, and the ticket price can be recovered several times over in the future. Oh, that's not right," Drogo suddenly had an idea. "It should be possible to not spend any money. The owner of the house is a businessman, so the Drogo Group can provide him with some cooperation projects, so he will most likely be eager to give the house to you."

In order to develop Delonburg into an industrial city, a large number of projects had to be developed here in cooperation with local businessmen. It doesn't matter who you cooperate with, it's better to get an extra house for free.

"But except for the North and Waterdeep, the literacy rates in other towns are not ideal. So in addition to text news, we also need to broadcast it on Magic Vision, find some bards, compose songs and sing them everywhere. We also have to use the most traditional method, and let civil servants go to the streets to preach directly."

This is considered the most primitive way of conveying government orders. A platform is set up on the street, and the official stands on it and shouts at the top of his lungs. This happens several times a day.

The conditions are better now, so I can use Mike.

"That's about it. Let's take action. We will try to make sure that everyone in the area we control, from little kids to old men and women, knows about this within a week. In other parts of the continent, anyone who can watch magic video or use the internet will also know about this."

Figgin stood up and stretched. "I really want to know what my stupid brother will think when he finds out about this."

"Stupid brother?"

"Yes, he has been not very smart and timid since he was young."

"He is not only unintelligent but also cowardly. How dare he kill his own father to take the throne? Only a ruthless person can do this."

"People change as they grow up." This was the only reason Figesin could think of.

"okay, bye."

Drogo said goodbye to Figithin, but still wondered, would a person's personality change so much as he grows up?
It's possible, but more likely, someone is guiding it.

Who guides?

The probability of it being someone from the royal city is low. If it was someone from the royal city, they would have definitely done it when the old king was weaker.

So he is an outsider.

Loman's people.

They had originally planned to attack the North from both inside and outside, but the talks broke down in the end, causing Roman to give up the attack.

Everything seemed to be connected.

Why did Luo Man give up? What was so special about the North that made them give up...

Is it because he is in the North? But he has been in the North for a long time.

A reasonable answer comes to mind.

Luoman and the Soul Ascender have a very special relationship, and the memories with sci-fi elements that he left behind frightened the Soul Ascender.

Therefore, it is very likely that Sutton VII also visited the Sanctuary.

Then, it seems that it is time for the Milk Dragon to come out again! (End of this chapter)