Don't Mess with That Dragon-Chapter 707 - 95 Public Opinion Propaganda (4th update, please subscribe)

The southern remote Beastman kingdom, under everyone's attention, is gradually unveiling its mysterious veil.

Powerful, wealthy, ordinary folks live in stability.

Refugees who went to that kingdom for survival a year ago have been very well settled.

Some of the refugees, after being settled under the government's guidance, also managed to bring their suffering relatives from their homeland to places where they can live and work, escaping from the harsh and precarious life in the old world, and during this time, intelligence within the territories of the Blue Dragon Kingdom also began to be further disseminated.

A good life is naturally what every person at the bottom longs for.

Perhaps those upper-class big figures don't care in the slightest, but for many struggling at the subsistence line, it undoubtedly exists like a beautiful dream.

The spreading of this news will cause ordinary people at the bottom, when facing survival disturbances, to inadvertently migrate and escape towards the south.

And these fleeing refugees, for the noble figures in the upper class of the country, may be a sore, but for the Blue Dragon Kingdom, they are an insatiable workforce.

In the eyes of the high and mighty ruling nobles, the peasants below are like weeds in the field, cut one batch and another would grow,

hardly necessary to pay much attention.

Perhaps only when there's a significant loss of peasants, leaving a gap between supply and demand, and the crops in the noble's fields cannot find anyone to manage,

will they truly realize the importance of this.

But there is still a considerable time until then, with no evident signs.

"I hear that over there, food is almost endless, as long as you work hard, you can always find a job that lets you eat to fullness, slightly prosperous families can even eat the white bread that usually only noble lords can afford."

"Even if you are a completely destitute refugee, after fleeing there, the city government will arrange and organize, providing you with survival food, enlist you for collective labor."

"It's said that all of this is ordered by that benevolent Blue Dragon."

In the tavern, the minstrel narrates earnestly.

The few adventurers and mercenaries around didn't show much reaction, but both those who seldom come into town to shop and who inadvertently gather into the tavern, with clothes in tatters and faces marked by hunger, some rural farmers or wandering beggars without clothes or food, there's quite a lot of longing in their eyes.

In recent days, with frequent natural disasters, any life of a peasant at the bottom can't be said to be easy, essentially counting on the household's stored grain to get by.

Some people are already tempted in heart.

The minstrel notices this, and comprehends.

Though he himself isn't doing well, when faced with these ignorant folks, he is regarded as a knowledgeable grand lord.

Once these rarely visited townspeople return to the countryside, these words will extensively spread throughout this area.

Thus, his task is considered complete.

Indeed,

the minstrel arrived at the remote town of Tanzania, boasting about the wonderful life under Blue Dragon Austin's rule in the Blue Dragon Kingdom, wasn't really for the few free, poor-quality ale from the stingy tavern owner.

In fact, the minstrel harbors some doubts about the prophetic good life in the Beastman kingdom; how could such a place exist in this world?

Whether in vast countryside or within the cities, haven't the noble lords always driven the peasants and the urban poor to their deaths?

Year-end, the number of peasants or urban poor dying from poverty isn't few, hunger, disease, malnutrition... In the eyes of the noble lords, the value of people at the bottom is even less than livestock.

At least livestock eat grass, produce milk, work equating ten people, and when they die, they can still be slaughtered for meat.

And those lowly peasants?

Experience more, see more.

After so many years of wandering, the minstrel also became knowledgeable, unlike those ignorant peasants who were easily deceived.

Nevertheless,

the minstrel is still diligently advertising the slightly illusory good life of the Blue Dragon Kingdom, effortlessly marketing to these town fools,

all because:

Someone paid!

Just after the news that the Blue Dragon Kingdom wiped out the Three Great Dukedoms spread, the down-and-out minstrel in the big city was approached by a mysterious individual who handed him a manuscript basically full of sentences praising the Blue Dragon Kingdom and instructed him on how to answer certain inquiries.

As long as he memorized this manuscript, and during travels, stopped by the tavern of one small town after another to tell the gathered crowd about these things, he would receive a sum of shiny gold coins.

It was thus that the minstrel constantly beautified and praised the Blue Dragon Kingdom.

"Ah, foolish people, always dreaming of getting something for nothing, forgetting all the past admonitions, how could there be free bread falling from the sky in this world..."

Raising the refilled cup of poor-quality ale by the tavern servant, the minstrel subtly observes the reactions of those tempting farmers, filled with disdain.

For the sake of gold coins, the minstrel accepted the task.

But this doesn't mean he holds any respect, akin to the parent-child relationship, for these easily incited foolish folks.

These guys are simply a bunch of idiots!

However, speaking of the manuscript, it was indeed impressive, introducing topics step by step according to guidance, propagating the beauty of the southern Beastman kingdom, seeming not in the least deliberate but highly attractive.

Throughout the journey, no one noticed this issue, which completely put his mind at ease, calmly enjoying the remuneration given by the mysterious employer, while gradually disseminating the contents of the manuscript.

"Such a generous fellow, this money is really easy to earn."

Recalling those shiny, lovely gold coins, the minstrel felt a burst of satisfaction. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

Previously, speaking until the throat was dry while moving from street to alley just to barely scrape by a living expense from stingy folks, now while earning usual income by storytelling wherever he goes, he also receives a significant sum from the mysterious employer,

why not enjoy it?

The next time payment comes, he must really thank the employer.

However, the minstrel doesn't know he isn't the only minstrel employed by his employer.

Long before this, a propaganda campaign orchestrated by the Blue Dragon Kingdom's strategic department, launched by spies hidden within his country, had already quietly spread.