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Terra's famous Knights Tournament is an excellent platform to showcase one's ideas, thoughts, and image.

At first, perhaps only infected gladiators would join, but soon, commoner gladiators, and even some minor nobles and knights, might be infected and betray their class to join, not to mention the vast number of Kazimierz farmers and serfs.

The other propaganda platform was Dosoles. However, that was mainly the propaganda platform for the Xia Group.

There was no way around it; Little Tiger was really persuaded and used nearly half of her working capital, including all her pocket money, to invest in Glassval's tourism city project. Old Xia also felt it was a good place to showcase the group's technological strength and corporate philosophy.

After all, an organization and force, in addition to having a programmatic ideology, also needs to demonstrate its strength in a visible and tangible way. Just like what Big Daddy said, there are many people who talk a good game, but he can't see many of them take any action or achieve any results.

If the Knights' Tournament is their propaganda platform and image showcase, then Sores is their display of achievements. One is used to attract the lower classes, and the other is used to attract the bourgeoisie. The former is attracted by ideas and hopes, while the latter is lured by interests. So, there is hope that this matter will come to fruition.

Although Talulah believed that these bourgeoisie were weak and incompetent, their oppression and exploitation of the infected were no less than that of the nobles.

However, she is not so radical now. She knows that even if people are to be hanged, they will be done one by one. At least now, when hanging nobles, these capitalists will help hand over the rope and tie the slipknot, right?

The investment from Little Tiger and the technical support from Old Xia almost moved the female councilor to tears, nearly changing her prejudice against business groups and foreign powers. They contributed money and manpower, hiring a large number of Glassval people to build their own city—what kind of spirit is that?! It's practically poverty alleviation!

However, the little tiger forcefully seized half of the city's advertising space, more than 70% of the prime locations, without giving an inch. She doesn't particularly like business, but that doesn't mean she can tolerate being taken advantage of—this golden shaded cat is very stingy in this regard.

This brought the female senator back to her senses from her dream and made her realize the true nature of capitalism. It was almost as if the entire Glassvale were working for them; wouldn't that be like begging on their knees?

But, as the saying goes, even kneeling and begging for food is a privilege many people would love but can't attain!

"As long as they don't all die..." That was Talulah's only requirement for the Red Pine team. As long as they didn't all die, she could replenish their ranks. There were plenty of undocumented Ursus people in Kazimierz. As long as they didn't all die, she could then talk to them about basic sponsorship and training issues.

Her first step was to demonstrate the Reunion Movement's inclusive attitude of treating everyone equally regardless of status, position, or race. The second step was to showcase her technical capabilities, and the final step was to demonstrate her operational philosophy through these actions.

This is the first step, because deeper issues are not suitable to be addressed all at once. Next, Siren Entertainment will further refine this publicity campaign, subtly removing public prejudice against the infected and the underprivileged, showing them that they are just like them, possessing honor and noble character, and still earning their living through their own hard work.

In addition, works set against the backdrop of Ursus Snowfield Farm and films set in Satie Oasis Farm can not only attract investment but also effectively change the perception that infected people are thieves, robbers, and criminals.

After all, people have a herd mentality. Instead of telling them flowery words, it's better to set up a real, tangible role model for them—this is a last resort when there aren't enough people to go to the grassroots level and change things one by one.

If the nobles of Kazimierz can use this tactic, why can't Talulah? Tactics are just tactics, neither good nor evil. The nobles of Kazimierz are just making empty promises to their people.

Talulah had actually set up a trap at the finish line; if she still couldn't win, she might as well go back to farming.

You should know that Sister Ta is no longer a clueless novice when it comes to farming; she's now an agricultural expert who can roll up her sleeves and plant rice in the fields, outperforming most of the Ursus production team.

On the field, the red-haired girl gave it her all and finally made it to the end, but one of her arms was almost completely useless and half of her body was stained with blood.

"It's a miracle! The Red Pine Squad from 'Street 0' actually made it to the very end. But can they win the next battle? After all, quite a few people lost money today—"

The host announced their victory, but subtly provoked the crowd, and instead of cheers and applause, the arena erupted in a chorus of curses and insults.

The girl, weakly supporting herself with her weapon, returned to the lounge. The door leading to the outer area was full of spectators who had lost money, seemingly ready to teach them a lesson. Harsh shouts and curses pierced through the door and echoed throughout the room, the atmosphere more like utter defeat than victory.

Fortunately, the arena's basic doors and windows were well-maintained, and security prevented these guys who had lost money from entering. This wasn't to protect the Red Pine Team, but to protect the bookmaker's cash cow. If losing money meant beating up the players, how would the bookmaker make money? How would they control the arena?

In fact, the victory of the Red Pine team was a pleasant surprise for the bookmaker. The only problem was that there was a person who had placed a bet of 20,000 yuan who needed to be dealt with.

"Since we've opened the betting, we have to lose money." Talulah was now completely behaving like a ducal lady, complete with family crest, emblem, guards, and maids. She raised her hand to stop the other person from speaking. "Don't try to threaten me. Does the Duchy of Kazimierz want to test the power of the Ursus border army? Or do you think Uncle Herag can't turn you and the people behind you, along with his entire territory, to ashes in a single day?"

She had to impress these people from the moment she appeared, only then could she protect those who would join her in the future. They had no status or power, so Talulah had to shield them from the storms of life herself.

Immediately, the arena representative broke out in a cold sweat, but recovered within seconds.

He suddenly realized that such a noble family had nothing to do with him, and that the other party might soon become one of the behind-the-scenes shareholders of the arena. In that case, the current bet was just a small gift.

“Okay, Miss, I just wanted to communicate with you. I hope you can accept cash instead of just LMD.” “That’s no problem. Consider it a small favor I’m doing for the local host.”

On the other side, "Make way!" The tall Ursus warrior parted the crowd. After looking at the greatsword on his back, the grenade launcher at his waist, and the fine armor on his body, the gamblers who had lost money obediently made way.

Hearing the cursing outside stop abruptly, the red-haired girl walked curiously towards the door, then bumped her head against a sturdy breastplate. "Hmm, so you're the Red Pine Team? Hmm, not very impressive. Who's your captain? Come with me!"

"You are..."

“Your future coaches, sponsors, and potential comrades…” Another Ursus warrior, who was relatively thinner, smiled amicably, revealing the Originium crystal on his arm. “Don’t be too afraid. We are infected too. So, we need our own team to compete and prove that infected people are capable, no different from those noble knights. We still possess honor and virtue; we are not born sinners!”

A light gradually shone in the red-haired girl's eyes. "Hmm!"

Look here, everyone, I have an announcement to make.

@@@@I hereby announce that the mother of the planner from Hypergryph has landed safely and been resurrected on the spot. However, it is a pity that the mother of the copywriter is still flying in the sky, and it is unknown when she will be able to return to the human world.

The Nine-Colored Deer collaboration, a limited-time free sign-in reward, a new roguelike character, Chinese voice acting, and official animation—all of this suggests that Hypergryph's planners' mothers can be resurrected on the spot.

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Chapter Thirteen: Beacon Fire in the Tower

Chapter XIII

"You're all...infected?" The Red Pine Team nervously entered the training ground rented by Talulah and Reunion, only to find that everyone there seemed to be infected. But when did infected people become so open about their health?

They not only raised the banner of the Reunion Movement, but also had their own markings, rented training grounds, and even bought a dormitory building and support department that had been sold by a team that had been consistently at the bottom of the rankings.

Such things are common in groups sponsored by nobles, but how could infected people walk so openly on the street, sponsor groups, and rent buildings? This is beyond the imagination of the Kazimierz people.

They have lived in the dark underground neighborhood since birth, surviving by scavenging garbage thrown down from above, and their only entertainment is knightly tournaments.

Although the infected team almost never wins, they still enjoy watching; it's the only hope they can imagine.

"That's right, we are all infected." The Ursus warrior, who served as the instructor, sat on a training metal box. His muscles were strong, and his whole body shone with the luster of abundant protein. A large Ursus-style shield leaned against him.

"Let me introduce myself first. I am your instructor for the Shield Knights, or rather, the Heavy Armorers. I come from Ursus and used to serve in the Elite Shield Guard. My training is not easy, so you'd better be prepared."

Ivan glanced at the trio in front of him, a mixture of nostalgia and anger on his face. These infected were in very poor condition; they were fighting entirely by exhausting their lives and physical strength.

"But, for the infected, it's not..."

"If you yourselves consider yourselves inferior, then there's no hope for you. For people like that, I can only ask them to leave. A soldier who doesn't even have basic respect and dignity for himself is utter trash and should stay in the garbage dump. Tell me, are you trash?"

"no!"

"Speak louder! What kind of behavior is this? Speak louder, say it: I am infected, but I am not trash!"

"I am infected! But we are not trash!"

“Very good!” Ivan nodded. “Now, I’ll show you around the training ground. It’s not fully modified yet. There will be a doctor to check you up later, treat any illnesses, and heal any injuries.”

"A doctor?" The players from the Red Pine team looked at each other in surprise. Such a good thing! In the past, when they were injured during training, they could only get some treatment. They couldn't even afford to see a quack doctor in the underground city.

"While we must firmly deny that those infected are inferior to others, objectively speaking, we must admit that you are indeed inferior. Willpower and momentum cannot replace solid steel and muscle. Therefore, you will not be scheduled for competitions in the future." Ivan looked at the thin and short athletes.

"For the first month, a nutritionist will prepare special nutritional meals for you, and then a doctor will provide you with physical therapy and rehabilitation training. After that, formal basic training will begin, and it will be at least two months before you are scheduled for your first competition."

"This is...so long!?"

"Judging from your performance, and you seem to have misunderstood. You've always thought the arena is fair. In reality, it's never fair. Training, nutrition, medical support, and equipment all determine your limits. Even if you win the championship by luck, you can't guarantee that you'll always be victorious."

The nobles of Kazimierz generally believed that Talulah's sponsorship of the Red Pine team, along with her high-profile promotion of the Reunion Movement and the slogan that all infected individuals were acceptable, was just a publicity stunt.

After all, it's an undeniable fact that Red Pine's support in the arena has been rising these past few days, and those infected and outcasts are buying it.

This led some nobles to think, "No wonder she's Koschei's daughter; how come I didn't think of this way to make money?" The infected also have some money, though not much, but their numbers are considerable!

However, the members of the Red Pine team didn't think so. On their first day at the sponsor's accommodation, they were taken to the medical room for a physical examination. "The mineral infection is a bit serious. Don't eat outside. Take three pills a day. It's a bit irritating to the stomach, so it's best to take it before meals to avoid vomiting after eating," the doctor said, placing a stack of medicine boxes on the table.

"This is an anti-Orizoemia inhibitor. One injection per week. Do not sell it or give it to others, or we will hold you accountable."

The infected looked at each other, unfamiliar with the pills, but familiar with the inhibitor. It was produced by Rhine Pharmaceuticals, costing at least 8000 Lungmen Dollars per box, containing only four injections, and effectively suppressing the worsening of Oripathy and the resulting pain.

"For those with mild symptoms, you can take this medicine as an adjunct, and also come to my place for 15 minutes of oxygen therapy every day to accelerate the oxidation and metabolism of Originium particles in your body."

"Doctor, can this really treat Oripathy?"

"No, but it can make you more comfortable, at least so that Oripathy doesn't affect your actions. Oh, and here's this bracelet, one for each person." Each person was given a monitoring bracelet with the Rhodes Island mark.

After completing the physical examination and receiving their medication, they were informed via broadcast to go to the logistics department to collect their personal belongings, and then to the dormitory to be assigned beds and rooms.

Next comes meals, where nutritionists will tailor nutritional meals based on their dietary restrictions, preferences, and actual needs.

"Uh..." The group of five sat at the dining table, staring blankly at the beautifully presented and nutritionally balanced food. "Captain, pinch me, am I dreaming?"

"No, it shouldn't be." For the Red Pine Team, who lived at the very bottom of society, they never imagined that such a day would come, or that they could become an independent team with their own training grounds and dormitories, and that they would be content without having to make training equipment and weapons from garbage and discarded parts underground.

This kind of treatment for professional athletes is generally reserved for aristocratic teams, meaning those who are born into nobility or military families and come to the arena to win honors. Their competitions are more competitive than bloody.

The lords had no intention of risking their lives to entertain the common people. The Knights' Tournament had six identical arenas, each with a different format. One was the most common one-on-one duels among the nobles, who would participate for women, for glory, or to hone their skills. Generally, no one would die, and neither side was allowed to use lethal weapons.

One type is an exhibition match or competitive match, where teams from noble families, large corporations, and the military are not allowed to use ranged weapons, Originium Arts, or firearms. They can only use traditional martial arts, making it almost impossible for anyone to die. These are more for performance or purely economic purposes.

The competition is fair, with both sides starting on equal footing. It showcases not only individual martial arts skills but also the financial resources and support of their families and powerful factions. What is gained is honor and fame—many noble sons and knights enjoy experiencing this safe and fun competition.

The last type is the Unrestricted Knight Arena, which is usually attended by border troops like conquest knights and some reckless individuals who can't satisfy the first two types of excitement. Apart from some high-level Originium spells and war equipment, there are no restrictions on the means, and naturally there are no rules such as not pursuing downed enemies or equal numbers of players.

In theory, you can finish off every enemy, or you can single-handedly dominate the entire match.

Of course, you can also use a righteous group fight, which only limits the maximum number of participants, not the minimum, and will not match the same number of people.

This kind of bloody competition is also the most popular competition in the Knights' Tournament. People release their stress in the blood and killing, cheer for their favorite teams with all their might, and can even make a little money. While suppressing social conflicts and emotions, the nobles can also make money. Why not?

Therefore, this tournament has the highest level of publicity and prestige. The Cavaliers and other forces are also looking for promising talents here as their talent pool, since this is a real battle.

Why aren't you eating?

"I can hardly believe I'm eating this right away..."

“There’s nothing unbelievable about this. We are compatriots. Although I’m not from Kazimir, we are all infected, we are compatriots,” Ivan said.

"Therefore, we will naturally support you with all our might, and your task is to fight with all your might and show those who discriminate against us that we are not inherently inferior. We are no different from ordinary people or even nobles. What they can do, we can do too."

In Talulah's words, the Knights' Arena in Kazimierz is a tower, and lighting that tower will allow people from far away to see the smoke.

To this end, Talulah specially brought over a complete set of recording equipment from Old Xia. In order to achieve the purpose of publicity, it was necessary to make sure that all Terrans in the world could see it.

Of course, the Kasimir government had no reason to refuse—nobles from other countries came to negotiate broadcasting and recording rights, bringing their own food to help promote tourism and specialty gambling industries. Such a good thing was naturally met with the green light.

The fishpond in Kazimierz is showing signs of drying up. The Black Knight and Red Knight almost destroyed it. Now that someone is willing to help divert the water and introduce fresh water and new fish, we are naturally very supportive!

"We'll give you some special treatment during your competition." "What is it?" the relatively lively red-haired girl asked curiously.

"We'll give you some close-ups, and then we'll create an artistic full-body portrait of you..."

This was suggested by Lao Xia; Talulah hadn't really thought of it. It was Johnny who reminded Lao Xia. The two Covenant members discussed it and made a promotion based on the Covenant's competitive style.

"By the way, the boss has already secured half of the city's advertising space in Ursus, and the boss's wife has also obtained 70% of the advertising space in Glassval's capital. They're currently negotiating with Da Yan. Soon, you'll become stars in the competitive world." This is also the spiritual banner of the infected. As for the suppression from the mastermind behind the scenes... that's fantastic.