After the dramatist left, Barov immediately came up to Roland and said anxiously and pitifully, "Your Majesty, why didn't you agree to his request? It's synonymous with Graycastle's plays. Other troupes can't even dream of joining! I'm not saying that the Star Flower Troupe isn't good, but Ms. Mey is not as famous. If Kajen Fels joins, the Star Flower Troupe will be the best troupe in the kingdom! Even if he knows nothing about the magic movie, he'll be able to attract a large number of actors with his name alone. The troupe won't have to worry about manpower anymore. "
Roland rolled his eyes at him and said, "Haven't you heard that the easier it is to get something, the less it will be cherished?"
"Uh …" The old butler could not help but be taken aback. "Please forgive me for my ignorance. Which person or book said this?"
"I said that," Roland said, pretending to be serious. "It's human nature. Do you understand? He has been attracted by the magic movie and will stay in Neverwinter no matter what. In this case, a difficult test will naturally leave a deeper impression on him than a direct answer. He might even be grateful to me for giving him this opportunity. Otherwise, it will make him feel that everything is natural. This is the difference between the two. "
He paused for a moment and said, "Besides, Mey is only a disciple in front of Kajen. How can the Star Flower Troupe be called Star Flower Troupe if it has a dramatist? It's not a big problem for him to participate in the shooting of the magic movie. If he's not in the troupe, he can give the younger members some pressure. "
"You're... right," Barov said hesitantly. "But about going to the Kingdom of Wolfheart..."
"There's nothing to worry about," Roland interrupted him directly. "It's his choice. I also want to see what kind of play Kajen can put on. By the way, you don't have time to worry about others. Have you finished the statistical work I asked you to do? If not, hurry up and do it! "
"Yes, Your Majesty... I'll take my leave now!" Barov hurriedly bowed and left the parlor.
"You're becoming more and more like a king, Your Majesty Wimbledon," Nightingale appeared behind him and said with squinted eyes.
"Ahaha … You flatter me," Roland suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart. He hadn't heard her use honorifics in a long time. "With our relationship, you don't have to use such a formal form of address …"
"But why do I feel that it's not good to be too close?" Nightingale crossed her arms and said, "'The easier it is to get something, the less one will cherish it.' So this is your way of thinking. It seems that I have to be careful not to be too nice to you. Also, I have to remind Anna not to let a certain someone be too complacent. "
Roland felt cold sweat forming on his forehead. "Uh, well... well... anyway, humans are humans, and the Phantom is the Phantom. They're not the same thing! And I wasn't the one who said it first — "
"But you agree," Nightingale snorted softly. "The magic power in my chest tells me that you're at least 55% credible."
"Now her ability to tell lies is accurate to one decimal place?" Roland rubbed his forehead. "Wait... chest?" He remembered Agatha said that although a witch's magic power would appear as a cyclone under observation, it was not a physical entity and would not really gather into a ball. Instead, it flowed in every corner of the body.
"Did you really use your ability just now?" Roland questioned.
"Pfft," Nightingale laughed. "It seems that you've found out. But it was you who said it. If the other sisters heard it, would they also feel that they're being 'taken for granted'? "
"Five bottles of Chaos Drinks," Roland said.
"Ten bottles, each with a different taste." Nightingale licked her lips.
"Too many will make others suspicious..."
"Suspicious of what?"
"Uh, I mean, it'll be unfair."
"Don't worry. As long as I want to hide something, no one will find it."
"Eight bottles. If it's too easy to get, it'll —"
"Hmm?"
"No, nothing. I'll think about it..."
…
In the end, Roland signed the "unfair clause" at the cost of ten bottles of Chaos Drinks.
Looking at Nightingale, who returned triumphantly with a small dried fish in her arms, Roland shook his head helplessly.
In the evening, Barov came up with a list of all the visitors. "Lady Scroll and I have compared the family records and transfer contracts. Based on the principle of the former taking precedence, we have determined the first batch of candidates to go to the Fertile Plains. There are more than 1,600 people." He reported over the phone, "The relevant visit plan is also being worked out. If everything goes well, they'll be able to set off in two days."
"Very good." Roland was sincerely satisfied with the efficiency of the Administrative Office. He was indeed the minister he had trained. "Implement it as soon as possible."
"Yes, Your Majesty! But Your Majesty, one of the workers is registered as a witch. "
"A witch?" Roland raised his eyebrows.
"Yes. The worker's name is Snaketooth from the Longsong Area. He used to be a Black Street Rat, and the witch is Miss Paper."
"Paper?" It suddenly occurred to Roland that when Petrov sent her here, he did mention her identity, as well as the small dispute that happened to happen to happen upon. "Is this person her former companion?"
"Should we ignore it?" Barov asked, probably because Roland did not speak for a long time. "After all, Miss Paper has nothing to do with her past life."
Roland interrupted his thoughts. "Of course not. She said goodbye to her life as a Rat, not her former companion. Don't forget that the key to eliminating the Rats is to transform them. No matter who they used to be, they shouldn't be treated differently. "
"A former Black Street Rat, now an expeditionary worker..." Roland slightly raised the corner of his mouth. They had been separated for almost two years and probably did not even know what had happened to each other. Even so, his companion still wrote the other party's name on the handover contract. This feeling was really not bad.
"I'll inform Paper," Roland said. "Just carry out the rest as planned."
"As you wish, Your Majesty."
*****
In an open space southwest of Tower Station No. 1, the First Army was holding a simple funeral.
Close to three hundred pure white tombstones stood neatly in the middle of the lush grassland, appearing solemn and orderly. Although there was nothing buried under the tombstones, everyone stood solemnly as if their deceased comrades were standing in front of them.
"Here lie the brave warriors who sacrificed their lives to protect Tower Station No. 1."
"They did not retreat in the face of the ferocious and terrible enemies."
"Because they knew that Graycastle was right behind them."
"They were His Majesty's sword and the high wall for the people of the kingdom."
"Their names will always be remembered by us."
"Their will will be inherited by us."
"For His Majesty, for the Kingdom of Graycastle."
"Salute!"
Following Iron Axe's lead, everyone raised their right hands and gave a military salute as a farewell.
Lightning quietly landed on a barracks.
In the front row of the crowd, she saw a familiar figure.
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