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Two days later, Kyle Sichi said goodbye to Roland.
"Don't you want to stay in King's City for a few more days?" Roland joked. "This is the center of Graycastle. It's the best place to have fun in the kingdom. If I miss it this time, I don't know when I can come here again."
"I'm not you. I don't want to leave any unfinished love here." Kyle rolled his eyes. "There's still a lot of work to be done in the laboratory and the chemical plant. If you want the gunpowder production line to run normally, you'd better let me return to Neverwinter first."
Kyle's answer made Roland feel quite depressed. After the situation stabilized, the atmosphere in the city became a little strange. First, he heard many women claiming to be his lovers, and later, even his illegitimate children ran out. Of course, he knew these were all rumors, but he couldn't resist the power of public opinion. Especially when he had a really bad reputation before, no matter how bizarre the story was, people would believe it without a doubt... Helplessly, he had to ask Theo to come forward and order the Rats to put out the rumors.
"Well," he was speechless for a while, then nodded and said, "I'll arrange a paddle steamer to send you back to the Western Region. You've worked hard these days."
"I'm glad that you know." Kyle shook his beard, put his hand on his chest, and then left.
"This guy is really rude." Roland twitched his mouth, but in his heart, he didn't care and even happily hummed a little song.
"It seems that you're quite happy to be entangled by so many women." A cold voice came from behind.
"Ahem..." He almost choked on his saliva. "What nonsense are you talking about! They just want to use this excuse to get some money. It's not like you don't know. "
"How, how could I know?" Nightingale's tone suddenly became a little flustered.
"Oh? You really don't know? "Roland retorted." I thought you went to investigate everyone. "
"... Well," Nightingale showed up, turned over and sat on the desk, staring at him condescendingly. "I did investigate, but I was worried about your safety. I was afraid that you would bring an unknown person into the palace. Do you understand?"
"I understand," he said, trying not to laugh, but what she said next made his smile freeze on his face.
"Although most of them are fake, what about Miss Kingfisher and Lady Rother? They are not lying! "
"Damn you, Yorko. I didn't expect that she would still remember it after I covered it up that day. Roland silently cursed this "old friend" ten thousand times. At the same time, he seriously stared into her eyes and said, "I didn't lie to you … The Fourth Prince they mentioned is really not me. You should be able to tell that this is not a lie."
Nightingale felt a little uncomfortable being stared at, so she averted her eyes slightly. "So this is a misunderstanding? They thought it was you, but you weren't there? "
"Of course not," Roland said righteously. "In fact, I haven't even seen them!"
Her expression softened. "Then these women who claim to have affairs with you, are you just going to let them continue to make noise? Theo said that you didn't order them to shut up. "
"Of course, using the Golden Dragon's words is exactly what they want, but if we use force … it's too much, and it will increase the people's suspicion." Roland still couldn't order people to kill because of this kind of thing. "Instead of forcibly blocking it, it's better to make a big news to attract people's attention."
"Big... news?" Nightingale was puzzled.
"Yes, it's something that will make them talk about it for weeks." He smiled. "For example, King's City will be renamed City of Dawn, City of Neverwinter in the Western Region will be the new King's City of Graycastle, and so on … After I leave here, these rumors will also die down."
Of course, the big news was far more than that. There was also the news that the king would not hold an enthronement ceremony for the time being, and the generous recruitment plan for craftsmen … All these news together were enough to occupy all the people's leisure time. At present, the Rats were spreading fragments of the news so that the people could vaguely hear it. Finally, the City hall would put up an announcement to achieve the best publicity effect. It could be expected that this matter would be discussed in the tavern for a long time to come.
"So it wasn't because of them that you were so happy before?"
"Of course not!" Roland patted the list on the table. "I was happy because of this." The chemistry performance led by Kyle was a great success, and the effect was better than he had imagined. In the end, there were more than 320 alchemists, disciples, and apprentices from the Association who were willing to go to the Western Region. Including their relatives, the final number was determined to be about 500. "There were only five chemical laboratories and two chemical plants in the Border Area, but now the number has doubled in the blink of an eye. Moreover, most of them are experienced alchemists who can take up the post after a little training. It's the biggest fortune since we conquered King's City." He paused. "But that's not what makes me the happiest."
"Then what makes you the happiest?" Nightingale asked curiously.
"Look at this." He spread out the list and pointed to a few names at the end.
"Retnin … Rayleigh … Archer. Aren't these the names of the three chief alchemists of the Alchemist Association?"
"Yes, Kyle didn't refuse them," Roland said softly. "He said he had already taken back what belonged to him." After learning about the rift between the chief alchemist and the Alchemist Association of King's City, he had thought that Kyle would retaliate fiercely. Unexpectedly, Kyle did not choose to continue the hatred. After Kyle received the recognition that should have belonged to him, he accepted Retnin and the other two for Neverwinter. This filled Roland's heart with warmth. Although this era was terrible, there were still such a group of people walking on the right path. As long as they were in the territory, the kingdom would become better and better.
At this time, there was a rhythmic knocking outside the window.
Nightingale flashed out of the window, hugged the messenger in her arms, and then flashed back to the table. "A secret letter has arrived."
"You scared it." Looking at the stunned gray falcon on the table, Roland shook his head and did not know whether to laugh or cry. He untied the note from his claws and quickly scanned the contents of the letter. "Well … it's from Scroll. I think we have to leave as soon as possible."
"Something happened in Neverwinter?" Nightingale frowned.
"No …" He grinned. "Lotus and Honey will be back soon."
"Those two little guys …" For some reason, Nightingale's voice sounded a little depressed. "Actually, there's no need to rush back. After all, there are only two of them. Lightning and Maggie can pick them up. It's much faster than a hydrogen balloon. They can reach King's City in one day. "
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