Chapter 662： The times have changed (1/2)
It has been a few days since the news of the victory in the Eastern Front. In the southern regions where information transmission channels are more developed, more and more news is spreading between cities and villages.
At the end of the street, in the pub room, almost everyone is eager to discuss the recent amazing and exciting news, discussing the past of the Ansu royal family and the future of the Cecil empire, even if it is in this land. The most ordinary citizens will also express their opinions on similar topics, even if the opinions are ridiculous and shallow.
In Shishicheng, a pub in the merchant area, the bright magic stone lamp dispels the dimness at dusk, and the rows of wine bottles placed on the bar counter are shimmering, and the wine in the bottle is illuminated. With a fascinating brilliance, a small machine resembling a cabinet is placed next to the bar. The small machine is spreading the country tune that the Southland people love. The rhythm is simple and bright and cheerful.
A light illuminates the nameplate on the top of the small machine, and the words "Corder House" are shining on the surface of the brass nameplate.
A man in a tooling suit sat in front of the bar. He took the beer mug handed over by the bartender and lifted it slightly: "Cheers for the off hours."
"Joe, look at the recent newspaper?" A tall, thin man sat next to him and said casually, "The royal family is going to the end - even the king has taken the initiative to abdicate."
"Inevitably, Mr. Godwin did not say it - the kingship is over. This beating is down, and the kingdom can't keep up. If it is not for the army rescue in the south, I am afraid that the north will be completely finished. The royal family has already controlled. Can't live without the situation, what can be done without restructuring..."
"It is also true that the newspaper said that the eastern plains of the Holy Spirit have completely turned into ruins. If the Cecil Army did not block the river in time, the West could not keep it."
"To pay tribute to Gao Wen? Cecil - we will soon ask him to kneel down," the man in the tooling smiled and shook the cup in his hand. "It's not bad, he is much better than the king...say the king Who is coming?"
"It’s Welsh just retiring, but I guess what you want to say is François... There isn’t much difference anyway, we don’t know.”
The two laughed and it seemed that no one regretted the end of the Ansu royal power.
For a long time in the past, people in the South have not cared about their king. This abandoned land has been self-defeating since a century ago. For the distant St. Sunil and the Silver Fort, many southern people It will even be treated as part of the story.
Ordinary people are such a reality.
However, not everyone's thoughts will be the same. The sound of a glass of wine hitting the table suddenly came from afar, and the eyes of the bar near the bar turned.
"I just don't want to understand..." A man with a mouth full of alcohol and a beard screamed, but he could hear it around the voice. "He is not the Duke, the Duke... How did the Duke suddenly become a King?" The duke can't be a king..."
"Hey, Potter, you are drunk again," a familiar person shouted behind. "You have been here since the morning?"
Others reminded the drunkard: "Not a king, it should be called the emperor's majesty - the title of the king is gone."
"The emperor is also the same...the emperor...and the government office and the constitution are all a bunch of things that people can't understand..." The drunkard staggered and stood up and opened a few pairs to help. The hand, swaying through the bar, "said what is everywhere new opportunities... new opportunities for ghosts..."
The man swaying through the aisle suddenly stopped at the side of the bar next to the small machine that was releasing the country folk songs. The drunken eyes turned around and suddenly there was anger.
"You...the noisy thing, you ruined...destroyed my work..."
He groaned, suddenly lifted his foot and slammed toward the machine - but before he lifted his foot, the bartender behind the bar had raised his hand, and the magical device on the wrist flashed a glimmer of light. The cold ice squatted on the drunkard's face and turned his squatting face upside down.
The two security guards stepped forward and picked up the drunken man who was still noisy, ready to drag him outside the door, but the bartender stopped the security guard and came to the drunkard and reached out to find a copper plate from the other pocket. Come.
"The current ice cube, a copper coin." The bartender shook his hand in front of the drunken man's hand to make ice cubes and fire the magic terminal, confirming that the other party nodded before getting up and leaving.
The drunkard was towed away. The little riots were just a trivial episode. People continued to drink and drink. The chat was chatting. Some unfamiliar people inquired about the origins of the drunkard. Someone explained: "That Potter, a bard, is actually a lame organist. There weren’t many people who listened to his noise, and now there’s no one.”
"He went to the factory for a few days, because the stolen things were fired, and he didn't want to go down and do something else. Now... I think he is afraid to sell his piano."
"The bard... no wonder he thinks that the Cod player has smashed his job."
"It’s just a radio player. He used to blame newspapers and magic nets, and even blamed chess and football teams. It’s because these things have attracted people’s attention, so that everyone is not willing to listen in the square. His story and performance..."
It seems that this little episode has caused people to discuss in their spare time. Listening to the discussion around them, the tooling man in front of the bar turned his head and looked at the tall and thin man beside him: "Speak up, I Remember that you are also a bard - now you are not going to the street, will you blame this machine for your job?"
The tall and thin man looked at the small machine next to the bar and looked at his friend again, and suddenly smiled quite proudly.
"Do you listen to the sound in this machine?" He smiled smugly and saw the old friend's expression, his smile was even brighter. "This is what I recorded... well, although only two of them were recorded." ”
Many people around have heard the conversation here, and some people can't help but show a surprised look - seeing the people in the magical machine appear in front of themselves, this feeling is novel and interesting at any time, and harvested Many high-skinned men with amazed eyes smiled and added: "But compared to playing, I really like to tell stories, so I will go to the Magic Broadcasting Bureau in Carroll City for a while. It seems to be recruiting people who are good at storytelling to do new shows..."