Chapter 742 Invisible Things

Gawain had high hopes for the young man who created the ghost drama in front of him.

Film will receive direct sponsorship from the Cecil royal family, the team he needs, the funds he needs, the equipment he needs, and the venue he needs will be met.

Gawain never minds that someone thinks of certain ideas before him as a traveler, and he doesn't mind that someone can implement them instead of him, because he knew for a long time that people's energy and talent are limited, and it is impossible for him to rely on them. One's own ability to create all aspects required for the operation of the entire society, all of which ultimately depend on the "people" who make up the society.

After talking with Melita Purnia, after the other party vaguely mentioned the key information about "spontaneous development of society" and "hidden dangers of mechanical gods", he became more firm about his idea in this regard - put Energy is used to promote the development of society and let the public build their own lives, rather than creating something out of thin air by him, a traveler.

Of course, as an experienced person, when some new things are immature in the early stage of birth, he still has to do some corrections and reminders - that's all he has to do.

"Your Majesty, I... thank you very much," Film's surprise and excitement can be imagined after knowing how much support he will receive, "I will definitely live up to your expectations, I will do the best The Magic Shadow Drama is dedicated to you!"

"Don't make something dedicated to me," Gawain shook his head immediately, "This is not the original intention of your creation of the ghost drama - your ghost drama is for more ordinary people to watch, for those who can't walk into the theater. If you like it, write a story that you like and the public likes, and if the citizens of the empire like it, you should dedicate it to me."

Perhaps no noble or king has ever said such a thing, at least in Firm's perception, the young man from Barron seemed greatly touched, and Gawain continued: "In addition, such a new Things should be promoted. As the patent holder of the magic shadow drama, you should not just be a person who writes the script and shoots the magic shadow drama. I hope you can promote your creation - this is not only for the development of the magic shadow drama It is very beneficial, and you yourself can benefit from the licensing of patents.”

"I..." Philm calmed down from his excitement, showing a somewhat uneasy look, "Thank you for your trust, but... I don't know what to do, I have never been exposed to this aspect."

"Your Majesty, if you allow me, I'd be happy to help Philm," Fendil said suddenly. "Although I don't know anything about performances or scripts, I know how to deal with people."

Gawain smiled: "If this Mr. Film has no opinion."

Philm turned his head to look at his "noble friend" unexpectedly,

After a brief period of stunned, at a loss, nervous and thinking, he finally showed a smile: "If possible... Of course, I am very happy... honored."

"Just say I'm happy, I can't talk about honor, I'm also honored to be involved in such an exciting business," Fendil laughed heartily, and the laughter directly dispelled the nervousness that Film had accumulated, Then the young noble from the north looked at Elaven again, "Hey, are you not participating?"

"Me?" Elaine was a little surprised, "Why did you call me?"

"You have a family business acumen," Fendil spread out his hands, "Don't say you don't realize the relationship between ghost dramas and business."

"...Father hopes that I can learn some knowledge about magic technology and social order in the south," Elaven said hesitantly, and glanced at Gawain quietly and quickly, then quickly looked back, "Your Majesty You know, I'm here to learn—and so are you."

"Please, friend, you are an adult!" Fendil's eyes widened exaggeratedly, "Are you the kind of child who can only learn knowledge by being bored with a tutor in the study? This is the southern border, can you Almost everything you touch is what you learn!"

Gawain looked at this scene with a smile, and suddenly there was a hint of emotion - it's nice to be young.

He opened his mouth to break the silence: "With your identities and responsibilities, you should do something that can participate in social activities. The coursework at Imperial College will not be too stressful for you, and it encourages students to do more. practice."

Fendil looked at Elaven: "Look, His Majesty said so."

"Then... I'm willing to participate," Elaine laughed and stretched out his hand to Philm, "Mr Philm, I hope we get along well."

Rebecca, who pretended to read the book for a long time, also came over and interjected: "If you encounter technical troubles, you can come to me - I usually have a lot of work, so I can't join you, but it's okay to help a little bit. ...I think that ghost drama is very interesting!"

...

The young people left, and only Gawain and Amber were left in the study.

Philm didn't take the "projection equipment" with him, it was left on Gawain's desk, and the video clips were still playing on a loop, and Amber finally lost interest in it after watching it so many times, she just I was a little curious about the enthusiasm that Gawain showed just now, and couldn't help asking: "Is this ghost drama really so important? I think your attitude is different from the past, and you pay more attention to it than ordinary folk inventions... almost It's the same as when I heard that the trial production of the aircraft was successful."

"Of course it's important, the construction of the spiritual realm has always been as important as the material realm," Gawain glanced at Amber, "You forget how the newspapers and the magic web broadcasts affected the public quickly and widely, and you forgot that you were in Saint Sue How did Neil use the power of propaganda?"

"I do remember this. Later, the Military Intelligence Bureau held a summary meeting. Mr. Godwin also went to work as a consultant, and proposed the concept of 'the influence of the efficiency of information coverage per unit time on the group'. Now the Military Intelligence Bureau and propaganda There's a team in each department working on this. But when it comes to the specter drama... it doesn't seem to be the same as the newspaper broadcast?"

"You are very keen, it is indeed different," Gawain nodded slightly, "It is not direct propaganda, but it can be used for propaganda, its essence is an entertainment tool, it is used to meet people's spiritual needs, This means that people will more actively and unconsciously absorb what it shows. It may not deliberately or publicly promote anything, but it can convey some information subtly and for a long time. This effect is that it is unique some.

"Of course, I don't just pay attention to these things, even if you put aside the role of publicity, the ghost drama itself is very interesting, isn't it?

"People will always pursue some spiritual satisfaction after eating and clothing. Now everyone has football, chess and card entertainment, newspapers and radio. Next, they will have ghost dramas. I take care of this. It's called spiritual food."

"...Your theories are always set," Amber pouted, "but there is some truth to it."

Gao Wen smiled and didn't care about the little rashness in Amber's words. He just lowered his head and looked at some documents and letters on the desk, temporarily lost in thought.

After a few seconds of silence, he raised his head: "Typhon mentioned in the foreign affairs letter he sent last time that he hoped to send overseas students, hoping to establish a more positive and harmonious diplomatic relationship with Cecil, right?"

"Yeah," Amber nodded, "but it's obvious that there is no peace of mind, and the concept of international students... I just want to steal something to learn."

"I think it's a good thing," Gawain said something that surprised Amber, "In fact, I have decided to agree to this."

Amber's eyes suddenly widened, but before she exclaimed and questioned, she suddenly guessed Gawain's next arrangement.

In any case, after two years at the top of the MIAO, she had an extra sensitivity to certain areas.

"It looks like you've thought of it too," Gawain nodded when he saw Amber's reaction, "Since Typhon hopes to establish a more positive and harmonious diplomatic relationship with us, there is no reason for the friendly and open Cecil to refuse - we There can be some wider and deeper business activities, you see, since it is a business, it is not too much for some Cecil people to invest in Typhon to open some new theaters?"

Amber blinked: "Isn't Rosetta aware of anything?"

"At first, he wouldn't notice it, and then, he couldn't refuse," Gawain said slowly, his tone suddenly vague and deep, "After a while, he might not like what we filmed very much, but so what? The people of Typhon will love it."

"...Mom."

After a little exclamation, Amber quickly turned his attention back to the topic of overseas students: "But anyway, a group of Typhonians will definitely come in as international students... Sigh, Just thinking about it makes your head big.”

However, Gawain just looked at her with a half-smile: "As I said just now, this is a good thing."

Amber's ear tip trembled: "Oh?"

Gawain raised his gaze, his gaze went over Amber's head and landed on the map depicting the entire continent.

His tone was soothing.

"Students from the Typhonians will come in, to this prosperous, novel, earth-shattering Cecil, they come for knowledge and intelligence, they are carefully selected and loyal to Rosetta Augustus The Typhons, but when they go back... it's not certain how many people are Typhons."

Saying that, Gawain paused for a moment, then looked at Amber with a half-smiling smile: "Did you say so?"

Amber sighed, ears and shoulders drooping down together: "Alas, that's why I said that thinking about it makes my head big."

Miss Half-elf was full of frustration, as if a few words were engraved in her eyes: I don't want to work overtime.

Gawain ignored her.

He leaned on the back of the chair and cast his eyes on a certain distance. After a long period of thought and silence, he said softly in a tone that seemed to be talking to himself: "Actually, if the Typhonians are just here to learn some techniques... ...I don't really mind."

A map depicting the entire continent is hung on the wall. The Typhon Empire and the Cecil Empire are closely adjacent to each other. The tortuous border area seems to be intertwined, as if flesh and blood are connected to bones.

Gawain doesn't mind using any measures to alert this starving neighbor, to lay traps, hide daggers, and drop poisons, because that's another empire, and it's a not-so-friendly, well-honed one. An empire of fangs and claws.

If it were Rosetta Augustus, he would certainly do, and even be doing the same thing - the civil war in Anzu, the blood and fire of the Covenant Fort are still vivid in my eyes, and it turns out that in the face of national interests, that Emperor Rosetta's methods are no less gentle than Gawain.

But Gawain also didn't mind that Typhon's industry could develop, and that the civilians of the Typhon people could survive more of the challenges of the next era.

Because in front of the magic tide and the gods, everyone is mortal.

For every extra power in the hands of mortals, the chances of civilization surviving this season are higher.

Gawain sighed softly.

This sense of contradiction and tear will probably haunt him forever, haunting him to make countless choices that he has to make, until... the day the wall collapses.

...

Plains of the Holy Spirit, Eastern Region, Solimborg.

The power of nature seems to have formed an abnormal point here. A powerful force of vitality covers this land. Even though the entire northern part of the continent has entered a cold winter, the vitality and warmth still stay here.

It was as if spring had come early.

A Magus vehicle with the flag of the United Reconstruction Regiment parked on the borders of Solimburg.

In the direction from which the car came, there was ice and snow a few hundred meters away, and the wind was cold.

In front of the car, a huge canopy like a hill stood in the distance, vigorously extending from the Thorin giant tree, the ground was still green with green grass, flowers were still blooming, and animals were playing.

A large-scale magic field shrouded this place, producing effects similar to breeze shields and natural blessings. Inside and outside the magic field, it was like two worlds.

Norris sat in the magic car, looking in the direction of the Thorin Giant Tree from a distance.