Gwen had high hopes for the young man who had created the magic movie drama.
Firm would receive direct sponsorship from the royal family of Cecil. The team, funds, equipment, and venue that he needed would all be met.
Gawain had never minded someone coming up with ideas before him as a transmigrator, nor did he mind someone replacing him to realize them. This was because he had long known that a person's energy and talent were limited. It was impossible for him to create all the aspects required for the entire society to function with his own ability. All of this ultimately depended on the "people" who formed the society to complete it.
After talking with Melita Pânia, and after she hinted at the key information about the "spontaneous development of society" and the "hidden danger of the God of Machines", Roland was even more determined in his idea in this regard. He should use his energy to promote the development of society and let the people build their own lives, instead of creating something out of nothing.
Of course, as an experienced person, when some new things were not mature yet, he still had to correct and remind them. That was all he had to do.
"Your Majesty, I … thank you very much." After knowing how much support he would get, Firm was pleasantly surprised and excited. "I won't let you down. I'll make the best magic movie drama for you!"
"Don't make something for me." Gwen immediately shook his head. "This is not your original intention of creating the magic movie drama. Your magic movie drama is for more ordinary people, for those who can't enter the theater. Just write a story that you like and that the public likes. If the citizens of the empire like it, then it's a gift to me."
Perhaps no noble or king had ever said such a thing, at least in Firm's mind. The young man from Barron seemed to be greatly touched. Gwen continued, "In addition, such a new thing should be promoted. As the patent holder of the magic movie drama, you should not only create scripts and shoot the magic movie drama. I hope you can promote your creation. This is not only beneficial to the development of the magic movie drama, but you can also benefit from the patent authorization."
"I …" Firm calmed down from his excitement and looked a little uneasy. "Thank you for your trust, but … I don't know what to do. I've never been in contact with this kind of thing."
"Your Majesty, with your permission, I'm happy to help Firm," Fendill suddenly said. "Although I don't know much about acting or scripting, I know how to deal with people."
Gwen smiled. "If Mr. Firm doesn't mind."
Firm turned around and looked at his' noble friend 'in surprise. After a brief moment of shock, helplessness, nervousness and consideration, he finally put on a smile, "If it's possible … Of course, I'd be very … honored."
"It's not an honor. I'm honored to be able to participate in such an exciting undertaking." Fendill laughed heartily. His laughter dispelled Firm's nervousness. Then, the young noble from the Northern Region looked at Erawen. "Hey, aren't you going to participate?"
"Me?" Erawen was a little surprised. "Why me?"
"You have a business mind that has been passed down in your family." Fendill spread out his hands. "Don't tell me you don't realize the relationship between magic movies and business."
"My father hopes that I can learn some knowledge about magic technology and social order in the Southern Region," Erawen said hesitantly. He stole a quick glance at Gwen and quickly looked away. "His Majesty knows that I'm here to learn. So are you."
"Come on, my friend, you're an adult!" Fendill widened his eyes exaggeratedly. "Are you the kind of child who can only learn knowledge in the study with a tutor? This is the Southern Region. Almost everything you can come into contact with is the object of your learning! "
Gwen looked at the scene with a smile on his face. He suddenly sighed with emotion — it was good to be young.
He opened his mouth to break the silence. "With your identity and responsibility, you should do something that allows you to participate in social activities. Imperial College's homework won't be too much of a burden for you, and it encourages students to do more practice."
Fendill looked at Erawen and said, "You see, even His Majesty said so."
"Then … I'm willing to participate." Erawen smiled and held out his hand to Fendill. "Mr. Fendill, I hope we can get along well."
Rebecca, who had been pretending to read a book for a long time, seized the opportunity to chime in. "You can find me if you have any technical problems. I usually have a lot of work, so I can't join you. But I can help a little … I think that magic movie is very interesting!"
…
The young people left, leaving only Gwen and Amber in the study.
Fendill did not take the 'projection equipment' away. It was left on Gwen's desk, still playing the video clip on a loop. Amber finally lost interest in it after watching it so many times. She was just a little curious about Gwen's enthusiasm just now. She could not help but ask, "Is this magic movie really that important? I see that your attitude is different from before. Your attention to it is completely beyond ordinary folk inventions … almost the same as when you heard about the successful trial of the aircraft. "
"Of course it's important. The construction of the spiritual realm has always been as important as the physical realm." Gwen glanced at Amber. "Have you forgotten how the newspaper and magic network broadcast quickly and widely affected the public? Have you forgotten how you used the power of propaganda in Saint Sunil?"
"I do remember that. Later on, the Military Intelligence Bureau held a summary meeting. Old Mr. Godwin even went as a consultant and brought up the concept of 'the efficiency of information coverage per unit of time on the influence of a group'. Now, the Military Intelligence Bureau and the Publicity Department each have a team studying this. But speaking of the magic movie … it seems a little different from the newspaper broadcast? "
"You're very sharp. It's indeed different." Gwen nodded slightly. "It's not direct propaganda, but it can be used for propaganda. Its essence is an entertainment tool used to satisfy people's spiritual needs. This means that people will more actively and subconsciously absorb what it shows. It might not deliberately or publicly advertise anything, but it could imperceptibly and over a long period of time, and this effect was unique to it.
"Of course, I'm not only concerned about these things. Even without the role of propaganda, the magic movie movie itself is very interesting, isn't it?
"People will always pursue some spiritual satisfaction after eating and wearing warm clothes. Now, everyone has football, chess, and entertainment, newspapers, and radio. Next, they will have the magic movie movie movie. I call this spiritual food."
"… You always have a theory." Amber curled her lips. "But it does make some sense."
Gwen smiled and did not care about Amber's little rudeness. He just lowered his head and looked at some of the documents and letters on the desk. He was temporarily lost in thought.
After a few seconds of silence, he looked up. "Typhon mentioned in the last foreign affairs letter that he hoped to send overseas students to establish a more positive and harmonious diplomatic relationship with Cecil, right?"
"Yes." Amber nodded. "But it's obvious that he's up to no good. And the concept of overseas students … it sounds like they're here to steal something."
"I think it's a good thing." Gwen's words surprised Amber. "In fact, I've decided to agree to this."
Amber's eyes widened. But before she exclaimed and questioned, she suddenly guessed Gwen's next arrangement.
In any case, she had been the head of the Military Intelligence Agency for two years, so she had developed an extra sensitivity to certain areas.
"It seems that you've thought of it too." Gwen saw Amber's reaction and nodded. "Since Typhon wants to establish a more positive and harmonious diplomatic relationship with us, then the friendly and open Cecil has no reason to refuse. We can have some more extensive and in-depth business activities. You see, since it's business, it's not too much for some of Cecil's people to invest in some new theatres in Typhon, right?"
Amber blinked. "Won't Rosetta notice anything?"
"At first, he won't notice it. Then, he won't be able to reject it," Gawain said slowly. His tone suddenly became a little ethereal. "After a while, he might not like what we film, but so what? The people of Typhon will like it. "
"… Oh my god."
After a small exclamation, Amber quickly turned her attention back to the topic of the overseas students. "But anyway, there will definitely be a group of Typhon's people coming in as international students … Sigh, just thinking about it gives me a headache."
Gwen just looked at her with a half-smile. "Like I said just now, this is a good thing."
Amber's ears twitched. "Oh?"
Gwen raised his eyes and looked over Amber's head at the map depicting the entire continent.
His tone was leisurely.
"The overseas students of Typhon will come in. They will come to this bustling, novel, and earth-shattering Cecil. They will come for knowledge and information. They are carefully selected and loyal to Rosetta Augustus. But when they go back … it's not certain how many of them will still be Typhon's people."
Gwen paused for a moment and looked at Amber with a half-smile. "Don't you think so?"
Amber sighed, her ears and shoulders drooped together. "Sigh, that's why I said just thinking about it gives me a headache."
The half-elf's face was full of frustration. Her eyes seemed to be engraved with a few words: I don't want to work overtime.
Gwen ignored her.
He leaned back in his chair and looked into the distance. After a long silence, he said softly as if he was talking to himself, "Actually, if the people of Typhon just came to learn some skills … I really don't mind."
The map depicting the entire continent hung on the wall. The Typhon Empire and the Cecil Empire were close to each other. The winding border regions were like the teeth of a dog, as if the flesh and blood were connected to the bones.
Gwen did not mind using any measures to guard against this neighbor who was beginning to starve. He did not mind using any means to bury traps, hide daggers, and poison, because it was another empire, and one that was not very friendly and had already sharpened its fangs and claws.
If it were Rosetta Augustus, he would definitely do the same thing, and even was doing the same thing. The civil war in Ansu, the blood and fire in the Castle of Contract were still vivid in his mind. Facts had proven that in the face of national interests, Emperor Rosetta's methods were no gentler than Gwen's.
But Gwen also did not mind that Typhon's industry could be developed, and that the civilians of Typhon could survive the challenges of the next era.
Because in front of the Demonic Tide and the gods, everyone was just a mortal.
With more power in the hands of the mortals, the chances of survival of the civilization in this era would be higher.
Gwen sighed softly.
This contradiction and tearing feeling would probably always entangle him, entangling him to make countless choices, until … the day the wall collapsed.
… …
The Plains of the Holy Spirit, the eastern region, Sorin Castle.
The power of nature seemed to have formed an anomaly here. A powerful force of vitality covered this land. Even though the entire northern part of the continent had entered winter, the vitality and warmth still stayed here.
It was as if spring had come early.
A magic car with the flag of the "Joint Reconstruction Team" was parked at the border of Sorin Castle.
In the direction where the car came from, there was a world of ice and snow a few hundred meters away, and the cold wind was chilly.
In front of the car, a huge treetop like a small hill stood in the distance. Vigorous vitality spread out from the giant Sorin Tree. There were still green plants on the ground, flowers were still blooming, and animals were still frolicking.
A large-scale magic field shrouded this place, producing effects similar to the Gentle Wind Shield and Nature's Blessing. Inside and outside the magic field, it was like two different worlds.
Norris sat in the magic car and looked in the direction of the giant Sorin Tree from afar.
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