Chapter 2720 - 1172: The Battle of Public Opinion—You’re All Grandsons_2

Chapter 2720: Chapter 1172: The Battle of Public Opinion—You’re All Grandsons_2

"Your words are quite blasphemous and slanderous."

"Suppose he isn’t a fool, but what if at that time he is forced to act against his will by those noble lords, then what do we do?"

"What else can we do? Of course, we don’t accept it. Don’t forget who saved us when we were being oppressed by those nobles, who protected us during the monster raids, and who gave us jobs and food!"

"It was Zalanda, our Lord Zalanda!"

"Exactly, such a person deserves to be called king, but our king is only one, and that is our Queen, Queen Zalanda."

"Long live Queen Zalanda."

The citizens of Darama City were clearly indifferent to this news.

Many of them had already fallen to the bottom rung of society before this, struggling for survival.

It was not the royal family, long exiled to who knows where, who saved them, but their Lord Zalanda, who provided them with work, giving them the chance to earn food for survival.

Crucially, Gaven laid a solid foundation for Zalanda. As early as two years ago, when the Conqueror Path began, they had already started large-scale propaganda education, preparing for a public opinion war.

After two years of development, this mode of thought dissemination had penetrated all aspects of Darama.

Those propaganda slogans had already been painted on every street corner.

Hard work leads to prosperity!

To get rich, first build roads!

Tesser and the Valley are one family!

More births, more prosperity, thriving and flourishing!

Long live Zalanda!

Long live Conqueror Gaven!

Magic Technology is the primary productive force, and so on.

There were also those fixed memory projections looping at street intersections, the content of which was not static but updated regularly.

Basically, it followed current events or was educational, subtly infusing some basic knowledge into the minds of the citizens, naturally including some political ideas.

The previous kind of outdoor projection was also retained, but on a much smaller scale, divided into small pieces in a street mode, played uniformly at fixed times, for three hours each day.

The content played was not entirely entertainment.

Many were educational, and some were specifically to teach practical life skills, with professional teachers explaining alongside, creating a new mode of public education.

In this era where both entertainment and education were severely lacking, the ordinary people’s thirst for knowledge was beyond imagination, and the enthusiasm it generated was difficult to understand unless one was part of it.

There was no need to urge them, as they would be there waiting punctually, rain or shine.

The results were very notable.

After continuous efforts for two years, under the rule of Zalanda and Gaven, the lieges dared not claim a 100% literacy rate. Still, as long as there was no issue with intelligence, basic arithmetic and literacy in daily life were manageable, with knowledge levels definitely above those of humans in other regions.

Many were already unsatisfied with just basic knowledge. In some special areas, such as textile factories, they had started conducting more specialized knowledge training.

The previous foundation of understanding, combined with a bit of public opinion guidance, meant that Darama was not significantly affected by the matter of welcoming the king back to the capital. Instead, internally, it was more united.

Zalanda, heavily pregnant, scrutinized Gaven suspiciously and asked, "Did you foresee this day coming and prepared in advance?"

"Yes." Gaven admitted frankly, "Those noble warlords, in order to gain victory, would stop at nothing. Once we develop to a point they can’t suppress, they would certainly try to leverage the exiled royal family, attempting to limit and dismantle us through political means.

But the critical thing is, what do you think of this matter?"

This time, it was Gaven’s turn to fix his intense gaze on Zalanda.

To be honest, when he got this news, he was genuinely shocked and hurriedly ended his meeting with Raymond, the Lord of Ruitawen City, rushing back to Zalanda’s side.

Compared with the history he knew, this matter of welcoming the king back to the capital had occurred at least six or seven years ahead of time.

It seemed reasonable to think about it since, with his help, Zetania had seized control of Darama City earlier by several years. She wasn’t alone; with the continual infusion of support from Colossus City and Blood Gorge City, the development speed was at least ten times faster than in his past life.

Many events were mixed up in sequence, such as the joining of Moss Stone City and Ruitawen, which originally occurred nine years later, in 1370.

By that time, the Tesser Kingdom had re-unified—through political compromise.

Though Zalanda was elected queen, she was compelled to marry King Harried III, acknowledging the ruling status of the original noble families and maintaining the original territories unchanged. The capital was moved from Zaze Sibo City to Darama City, while a court Governance Council was established. With their assistance, she ruled the Tesser Kingdom.

But it was just the old game in new clothes; the so-called queen’s power was very limited. Decrees were only effective around Darama, and beyond that range, whether the noble warlords cooperated or not needed to be seen; even the later included Ruitawen shared this situation.

To counterbalance these noble warlords, Zalanda pulled into the court Governance Council the five local governments he previously visited: the Great Druid of Moss Stone City, the Dwarf Shield Bearer of the Star Spiral Mountain Range, the Forest Poet of Veldas Forest, the Hill Voice of the Demi-Humans, and the Dwarf Spokesman.