Chapter 548
"Newspapers for sale, newspapers for sale!"
"The new newspaper that just came out!"
On the street, a half-grown child carrying a large bag of newspapers shouted loudly.
The aroma of ink made passersby frown.
On the other side, a factory was being built in full swing on the construction site.
On the other side, there were some numb serfs who were looking at the fields being irrigated by sewage at a loss.
The nobles and merchants in western-style clothes looked at the uncivilized people with disdain.
These people who had accepted the knowledge of Stargate had an inexplicable pride and looked down on others.
In the restaurant, several people who thought highly of themselves were also looking at a fat businessman dressed in rustic clothes with disdain.
A fat middle-aged man, wearing a tight suit, looked like a businessman who came to the city to do business, but in order to cater to others, he bought clothes that didn't fit him.
He beckoned the paperboy to come over, pretended to be generous, gave a silver coin, took a newspaper, and then said arrogantly.
"The rest is your tip."
These behaviors made the upper-class people despise. Only a silver coin was considered as a tip, he was really a country bumpkin.
After the habit of tipping was spread by the Transmigrators of Stargate, it quickly became popular.
It was not that there was no tipping in the past, but it had not become a habit.
Nowadays, anyone with a bit of status would lose a lot of face if they didn't give a tip.
Now, in some high-end places, how much to tip, how to tip, and how many times to tip had become a rule.
Sometimes, the tip was even more than the normal consumption.
The fat businessman spread out the newspaper.
The newspaper printed by the steam printer seemed to have a trace of heat.
The fat businessman carefully folded the edge to prevent the ink from getting on his hands, and then looked at the bolded title.
"Shocking, a famous lady actually did such a thing in the wild!"
"The secret stories about the Saintess that you don't know!"
"The Saintess of Salvation is unworthy of her name, if you don't agree, then come and argue!"
This kind of title attracted people's attention.
Most people would feel happy when they see other people suffer, especially famous people.
Most people would also feel excited when they peek at other people's privacy.
Because of this, the newspaper sold very well.
In the newspaper, the Stargate accused Nala of leading a crusade against the Evil Spirits instead of attacking the Evil Spirits. Instead, they attacked the people of the Stargate because of their lowered status.
The newspaper also invited the "famous" archaeologist, Husoitong.
In the newspaper, he used an objective perspective to analyze Nala's act of saving the world all those years ago and concluded that Nala's so-called act of saving the world was nothing more than a story fabricated by Emperor Eldridge for the sake of the Interkam people after he conquered the Interkam Kingdom.
It was so reasonable that even Eldridge almost believed it.
Eldridge berated Hu Suoyi for talking nonsense and issued the oracle.
The archaeologist cursed, I, Eldridge, am nothing more than a religious fraud, he doesn't know shit about the Royas Empire's policies.
Hearing the archaeologist's words, Eldridge's expression darkened. He's the one who developed the Kingdom of Royas into the Royas Empire and ruled the empire for over 300 years, how could he not know anything about the Royas Empire's policies?
The fat merchant found this quite interesting and quickly pointed out a few key elements.
Nala's act of saving the world was a lie, she led her crusade against Stargate out of jealousy.
Eldridge is nothing more than a religious fraud who doesn't know anything about the Royas Empire's policies.
If the fat merchant hadn't been educated enough to know that Eldridge used to be the Royas Empire's Emperor, he would've believed it already.
"But from the perspective of public opinion, Nala's side is at a disadvantage" the fat merchant unfolded a folded newspaper in his hand. It was a newspaper published by the crusade.
Unlike the Transmigrators who had experienced the bombardment of public opinion, the people of the crusade only managed to produce a newspaper. First of all, the quantity and quality of the newspaper couldn't compare to Stargate, and secondly, they didn't know how to attract people's attention, so the content of the newspaper was nothing more than dry official statements.
So even when Nala revealed that the Transmigrators and the Apostles were in cahoots, not many people believed her.
There are far more idiots in this world than you can imagine.
That's why logic is needed. In reality, there are too many people who ignore logic and blindly believe what they hear.
Sometimes, you simply can't believe that these people are the kind of things that an educated person with a normal IQ would do.
Smart people are the minority, but smart people don't necessarily stand on the side of the locals, because intelligence doesn't represent their moral character.
Stupid people are easily swallowed by public opinion and petty profits, they don't see the bigger picture in their eyes, only their own self-interest. This is the limit of their vision, so the majority of them chose to believe in Stargate.
Only those who can see through the situation and have a bottom line in their hearts would choose to support the crusade.
Just like that, the war of public opinion continues every day, and some places are carrying out demolition activities, dismantling the statue of Nala that was previously erected.
This is because one of the conditions of the merchants of Stargate is that they won't carry out any business activities where the statue of Nala is erected.
As the statue was smashed, something in the hearts of some people shattered.
The fat merchant looked at all of this and shook his head, a trace of confusion in his heart. In this era, how should he ignite the fire of hope in people's hearts?
After sorting out his confusion, the fat merchant stood up and left, his actions a little comical. When he walked out, he even bumped into a young man.
After hurriedly apologizing, the fat merchant embarrassedly left.
The young man who was bumped into turned around and watched the fat merchant leave, as if he was watching something interesting.
At this time, the few nobles who previously mocked the fat merchant hurriedly came down from the upper floors, respectfully standing beside the young man to greet him, and some even asked if the fat merchant had offended him.
"Lord Negri, do you want me to find someone to teach you a lesson on etiquette?" One of the nobles asked politely, but did not know that his current behavior was no different from the fat merchant's behavior.
"There's no need." Negri waved his hand, and the few nobles quickly stopped talking about the matter.
Negri's current identity was one of the second batch of transmigrators, and in the eyes of these people who wanted to curry favor with Stargate, he was a true upper-class person.
With a smile, Negri and the few nobles began to talk about talent training. These few nobles wanted to send some people under Negri to learn some advanced knowledge from Stargate.
In the alley, the fat merchant swiped his finger across his face. Steel Aura moved, and soon, a gel mask was removed, and his fat body was also replaced by a cloak.
With a trace of worry on his scarred face, Chris quickly left the place. The School of Fireseed has been passed down for thousands of years, generation after generation. Even if it was to ignite the hope in the hearts of the people, no matter how difficult it was, he would do it, regardless of the cost.
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