When the drama master resigned, Barov immediately came up to him, his urgency and pity were evident, "Your Majesty, why didn't you agree to his request? That is synonymous with Greycastle drama, and no other troupe can ask for it! It's not that Xinghua troupe is not good, but in terms of fame, Ms. May is always a little worse. If Kajin Feith joins in, Xinghua will be the first troupe in the kingdom! With the name Kajin, you can attract a large group of actors, and the troupe does not have to worry about the shortage of staff."
Roland rolled his eyes at him, "Haven't you heard that things that are easier to get are less cherished?"
"Uh..." The boss couldn't help but be taken aback for a moment, "Please forgive my ignorance, who or what book said this?"
"I said it." Roland pretended to be serious, "This is human nature, understand? He has been attracted by the ghost, and he will stay in Neverwinter if he does anything. In this case, a rather difficult assessment is naturally more difficult than direct. The promise will impress him even more, and he will even be grateful for the opportunity I gave, otherwise, it will make the other party take it for granted, and this is the difference between the two."
He paused for a moment, "Besides, Mey can only be called a disciple in front of Kakin. Can the Xinghua troupe with a drama master still be called Xinghua? It is not a big problem to participate in the filming of the ghost, and it is still free to join. He is there. Outside the group, it can also put some pressure on those juniors."
"You... that's true." Barov hesitated, "but it's about the matter of sending the wolf's heart."
"It's nothing good," Roland interrupted directly, "that's his own choice, and I want to see what kind of drama Kajin can put on in the end. Having said that, you If you have time to worry about others here, have I finished the statistical work I told you, and if not, do it quickly!"
"Yes, Your Majesty... I retire!" Barov hurriedly bowed his head and saluted, turned and left the living room.
"You are really becoming more and more like a king, Your Majesty Wimbledon." Nightingale appeared from behind, narrowing her eyes.
"Ahaha... I've won awards," Roland suddenly felt a bad feeling in his heart. He hadn't heard the other party use honorifics for a long time. "With our relationship, you don't need to use such a formal address..."
"But why do I think it's not good to be too close?" Nightingale hugged her chest and said, "The easier you get things, the less you cherish them." So that's what you think. It seems that I usually have to pay attention to not being too nice to you. In addition, I have to remind Anna not to make someone too proud. "
Roland felt a cold sweat on his forehead, "Uh, that person is a human, a ghost is a ghost, and the two are not the same thing! And I didn't say this first."
"But you agree," Nightingale snorted softly. "The magic power in my chest tells me that it has at least 5.5% credibility."
Now that the ability to distinguish lies can be accurate to one decimal place, Roland wiped his forehead, wait... chest? He remembered that Agatha said that although the witch's magic power will take on the shape of a cyclone under observation, it is not an entity, nor does it really gather in a group, but flows in every corner of the body.
"Did you really have the ability to use it just now?" Roland questioned.
"Pfft," Nightingale laughed out loud, "It seems that you found out. But you did say those words yourself. If other sisters heard it, would they feel that they were "taken for granted?" treated? "
"Five bottles of Chaos Drinks." Roland launched a buying strategy.
"Ten bottles, with different flavors." Nightingale licked her lips.
"Too many that would make others suspicious..."
"Doubt what?"
"Well, I mean it feels unfair."
"Don't worry, as long as I want to hide something, no one can find it."
"Eight bottles, if it's too easy to get, it will"
"Um?"
"No, nothing, I'll think about it..."
…
In the end, Roland signed this "unequal clause" at the cost of ten bottles of Chaos Drinks.
Looking at Nightingale who returned with a triumphant face, holding the small dried fish and chewing with relish, he shook his head in disbelief.
In the evening, Barov counted the list of all the visitors, "Ms. Scroll and I compared the family records and the transfer contract, and according to the principle of the former first, we determined the first batch of candidates to go to the Fertile Plain, a total of 1,000 people. More than 600 people." He reported on the phone, "The relevant visit plan is also being formulated. If it goes well, they will be able to leave in two days."
"Very good," Roland felt heartfelt satisfaction with the operational efficiency of the Executive Office, as expected of the minister-in-chief he cultivated. "Let's implement it as soon as possible."
"Yes! It's just that, Your Majesty, one of the workers who registered the transfer is a witch."
"Witch?" He raised an eyebrow.
"That's right, the worker's name is Sheya, from Changge District, originally a black street mouse; the witch is Miss White Paper."
white paper? Roland suddenly remembered that when Pei Luo sent her over, he did mention her identity and a small dispute he happened to encounter. Could this be her former companion
"Do you want to ignore it?" Probably because he didn't speak for a while, Barov took the initiative to ask, "After all, Miss White Paper has nothing to do with her past life."
Roland interrupted his thoughts, "Of course not. She said goodbye to her life as a mouse, not her past companions. Don't forget, the key to fundamentally eliminating rats is to transform them. No matter what their previous status, they should not be treated differently. ."
The former black street rat, the current expedition worker... He raised the corners of his mouth slightly. In terms of time, the two have been apart for almost two years, and it is very likely that they don't even know what each other has become. Even so, the companion still wrote the other party's name on the handover contract, which is not a bad feeling.
"I will inform Bai Zhi," Roland finally ordered, "The rest will be implemented as planned."
"As you wish, Your Majesty."
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In an open space to the southwest of Tower 1 Site, the First Army is holding a simple funeral.
Nearly 300 white tombstones stand neatly in the Yingying grassland, looking solemn and orderly. Although nothing was buried under the stele, everyone stood in awe, as if their dead comrades were standing in front of them.
"Here sleeps the brave men who died defending Tower One Station."
"In the face of a ferocious and terrifying enemy, they did not take a step back."
"Because they know that Graycastle is behind it."
"They are both His Majesty's sharp sword and the high wall of the kingdom's people."
"Their names will always be remembered by us."
"Their will will also be inherited by us."
"For His Majesty the King, for the Kingdom of Greycastle."
"salute!"
Under the leadership of Iron Axe, everyone raised their right hand in unison and said goodbye with a military salute.
Lightning quietly landed on a barracks.
Among the front row crowd, she saw a familiar figure.
Pilot of the Heihe.