Chapter 68 Premiere Day
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The two tribes' members, who were at odds with each other just a second ago, looked at each other.
Although they all had opinions about this exchange, the so-called inspection should not be just a visit to the cultural environment, so everyone sat down and held a meeting to discuss. Avoid disputes caused by racial conflicts?
However, Luke and Dylan had already retreated a hundred steps, leaving space for them to fight.
The demons are very quick in execution.
The captain of the guards has already given the order: "Let the children of the same age fight each other."
There was no decent teacher in the Klin Watchtower before, so a few demons were conscripted and went to fight with the teacher for unknown reasons.
The situation took a turn for the worse, all kinds of magic were used, and the scene became a mess.
Luke calmly cast a barrier to avoid affecting the roadside buildings.
Dylan habitually stood in the shadow under the eaves, and his incantations, as soft as the hum of a mosquito, were actually infinitely weakening the magic power of those present.
Because the magic power is consumed quickly. In just a short while, the two sides started using almost the most primitive fighting methods. The elite teacher's clothes were disheveled, his hair was like a bird's nest, and the student had scratches on his face. He was so angry at the opponent's shabby fighting methods that he almost butted him with his head.
Luke calmly announced the result: "Draw, end of exchange."
Then clap along with Dylan.
Clap, clap, clap.
The atmosphere on the whole street became very strange amid the crisp applause.
The faces of several human teachers changed. During the battle between teachers, everyone was reserved, but they were greatly disappointed by the students.
The young demons had more wounds on their bodies, but their eyes were filled with more fighting spirit. On the contrary, their students actually tidied up their appearance as soon as possible!
"Damn, my hair."
"Look at my face, is it injured?"
It is a shame that they have received the most advanced education but are still fighting on equal terms with the barbarians.
Practice is the best way to test truth.
When Luke then mentioned the strengths and weaknesses of both sides, no one jumped out to refute.
Seeing that both parties had calmed down, Lujia slowly spoke: "The ultimate goal of communication is to learn from each other's strengths and make up for each other's weaknesses. The environment is the most important factor."
For the same combat skill training, one day in Klin Tower may be equivalent to ten days or half a month in magic academy.
The same logic can be applied to the teaching of basic magic. Even after ten years, Klin Tower cannot catch up with the magic academy.
The exchange group looked at each other in bewilderment, and finally a professor came out pondering: "Actually, I don't have any opinion, but..."
He frowned and said the most difficult point: "It's not enough for us to agree. The reputation of Klin Watchtower is not very good, and those parents will not agree."
If the college forcibly pushes forward an exchange program in a place with a bad reputation, parents will definitely resist.
The captain of the guards had a mocking look in his eyes. What he couldn't stand the most was the human race's pursuit of fame and reputation.
"Reputation..."
Lujia thought about the many things he had to do and needed a suitable start. He calmed himself down and said, "It doesn't matter. I just need to clear my name."
This was definitely the most indescribable exchange the professor had ever experienced.
Can a stigma that has lasted for thousands of years be washed away just like that?
Luke wasn't joking at all and even quickly gave a solution.
"I will prepare some invitations and send them to all the major forces and races, inviting them to the meeting."
"The theme of the conference will be that all people share the fruits of network development. At that time, everyone will sign some agreements and then set up an organization to form a complete system. Because it is held in the Klin Watchtower, it is called the Klin Conference. Everyone will attend the conference here every year in the future."
This will be a major milestone in history.
In the future, when people mention Klin Watchtower, their first reaction will be to think of the venue of the "XX Conference".
Everyone around was stunned.
"If everyone is happy at the meeting, we can also set up a large joint organization with the headquarters here, and each ethnic group will have to send people to work here."
Any rash action at that time might lead to a diplomatic accident, so safety is guaranteed.
The professor opened his mouth several times, but no one knew what to say.
Indeed, a great way to whitewash a large force is to re-endow it with historical significance and value.
After Iliad killed Alec, his strength was unquestionable. With the future development of the Internet as bait, no matter for profit or simply to make friends, all races would not hesitate to attend the meeting.
Luke finished his brief explanation in the calmest tone and asked, "What do you think?"
Dylan was raised by monsters, so he doesn't understand much. His eyes are shining and he just thinks that being powerful is the right thing to do.
professor:"……"
The professor was still speechless.
The students nearby all widened their eyes. Is this how things are done in the outside world?
So sinister.
Seeing that no one answered, Luke just took the default approach.
"Okay, I'll go send the letter," he asked the captain of the guard to arrange accommodation for the exchange group, "You guys can continue to fight and make noise. Don't be polite, just act like you're at home."
Civilization comes from fists.
After saying that, Luke turned and left.
The two forces left behind didn't even have a verbal exchange of words, let alone a fight.
The wind on the street blew round after round, and there was only the embarrassment of facing each other.
Inside the sentry tower, Quill was looking at the newly formed magic structure as if it were an enemy.
Compared to the previous deformed structure, it now looks... uglier.
But he tried several times, and finally only this one succeeded. The new magic architecture can support three to four people's online video connection, and by the way, upload the emoticon package that Luke had just drawn.
It would be strange if the feather pen, which has its own pursuit of magical aesthetics, could have a good face.
Luke walked in, took a glance from a distance, and said, "My condolences."
Quill's eyelids twitched.
After expressing his condolences, Luke took the "ugly child" away without hesitation and uploaded the latest version of the magic architecture to the space station.
He downloaded the update himself first, then poked the Saint and the Elf King from a distance.
Two familiar faces appeared on the screen one after another. The picture quality was not very high, but it indicated that the multi-person video call was successful!
"Very good function." The saint praised from afar: "According to the time, the exchange group from the magic academy should be here."
Luke originally wanted to point out the merit of the quill pen.
But the other person turned his face away, as if he totally denied designing it, as if there was a stain on the pen.
He had no choice but to change the subject and first talked about the bandit welding strategy that morning.
The Saint and the Elf King looked serious, but in fact their lips were slightly curled up. It was not until they heard that a meeting was going to be held that they became more serious.
Everyone present was smarter than the other.
No one would hold a meeting to offer benefits to others for no reason, and this meeting was definitely not simply to clear one's reputation.
As expected, Lujia suppressed his relaxed expression and said seriously, "I have only one goal: to severely damage the Holy Court."
Each word is pronounced with emphasis, and the expression is concise and to the point.
The Elf King was moved when he heard this: "Joining forces with other forces to deal with it together? This method may not be a good idea."
That's when the real war begins.
The saint would not agree to such a rash method. The Holy Court is rooted in the human race, and it cannot open the doors and let the armies of various races pour in.
"I just want to exchange something from them." Lujia pursed his lips and said, "If everything goes well, this meeting will definitely go down in history."
It becomes a new chapter in history without any water in the true sense.
The saint was combing the ferret's fur. His posture seemed casual, but if you looked closely, you would find that every time he got to the point, his hands would pause for a moment.
Luke continued, “All major historical events require a trigger.”
The meeting was just one part of it. He was not going to show up himself this time, and there was someone else who would be the trigger.
After the words fell, Luke looked at the Elf King, full of expectation: "Burn it up, King of History."
Elf King: “…”
Holy Court.
There have been constant turmoil outside recently. The life fluid incident has not subsided with the passage of time, but has become more and more serious.
The interior of the Holy Court remained quiet, with only some young priests feeling uneasy.
On the way to receive priest training that day, they suddenly saw a group of people walking in the distance. There were men and women, all wearing the same white clothes. No expression could be seen on any of their faces, and they were as light as the clouds between heaven and earth.
They were dressed in plain white, without any symbols of their positions. The division of labor in the Holy Court was clear, and some people couldn't help but wonder: "Who are they?"
As soon as he asked the question, he was rebuked by the leading priest: "Focus on yourself, you will know what you need to know in the future."
The group of people in the distance didn't turn their heads when they heard the noise.
They walked barefoot all the way and finally knelt down together under the majestic Tree of Life.
On both sides of the Tree of Life, Holy Court guards and a dozen high priests stood solemnly.
At the end, the saint was wearing a white robe and raising her white hands slightly.
The maid understood and stepped forward to light the stone platform. In the cold netherworld fire, a giant altar slowly rose from the ground.
The young men and women who were originally kneeling walked towards the altar one by one, all lay flat on it, and placed their hands in front of them as if praying.
The stone altar weighing thousands of pounds was easily dragged by the tree roots below, and the altar filled with young men and women began to sink. After a moment, a dull sound of flesh being pierced came from the ground, followed by bursts of tragic wails.
The Holy Court soldiers on both sides couldn't help but shudder when they heard this.
This kind of sacrificial ceremony takes place at regular intervals.
As the host of the sacrifice, the saint bowed her head with a blank expression.
The Tree of Life needs to absorb strong and pure souls. The souls of babies are pure but too weak, so it can only look for good cultivation seedlings and brainwash them from an early age.
But this is still far from enough.
Without worldly experience, they can only cultivate to the sixth or seventh level at most, and they will easily die in thunder tribulations when they try to break through.
A high priest stepped forward and said, "It is becoming increasingly difficult to get 'goods'."
Every move of the Holy See outside is now easily over-interpreted.
The saint turned sideways towards the Tree of Life, and the branch in front of her that had just absorbed the young soul was slightly shiny.
She closed her eyes and placed her hand on the tree trunk to make sure she was not mistaken.
The tree of life had a strong desire to obtain Iliad's soul.
No one knows why such a desire suddenly arises, but the Holy See must strictly enforce the requirements of the Tree of Life.
"He is already a tenth-rank great magician..."
It is simply a fantasy to kidnap a tenth-level magician without anyone noticing.
The saint has been able to maintain her position for decades and has never lacked means.
She quickly thought of a solution.
We can learn a thing or two from the way the Orc King dealt with the Elf King back then: spells.
First cast a curse, then lure the opponent to a fixed location to remove the curse, and finally capture the person at all costs.
Just as I was thinking about it, a maid suddenly came walking quickly towards me from a distance.
The maid looked a little flustered. She approached with the golden note in both hands and handed it forward:
"The Elf King has issued a challenge to you...a duel of life and death."
All the Holy Court soldiers couldn't help but look over.
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The Elf King is not the type to procrastinate. After the video conference that day, he immediately issued a challenge.
It’s a pity that a person’s spiritual awareness range is limited, otherwise Luke really wants to cross a million miles to see the expression of the Holy See at this moment.
The terminal received a message from the Elf King: [Are you going to use the same method as Acrylic to force the Saint to duel? 】
[Luke's evaluation: ...Challenge, Alec.] 】
None of the important nouns are correct.
[Luke's review: I'm going to try a different approach this time. (Picture of a man dancing with joy)]
As Lujia hoped, after the feather pen added the emoticon package, users currently don’t pay much attention to it, only Lujia can’t wait to use the new function.
When the Elf King saw the emoticon package for the first time, he was stunned for a moment.
A little man is waving a magic wand, and his eyebrows and eyes are moving.
The Elf King couldn't help but take a few more glances. After a little research, he successfully found the system's built-in emoticon package.
At first sight, he fell in love with one of the polite and cute smiling faces.
[Elf King: (Smiles)]
Luke: ...
The chat took about ten minutes.
During this time, Lujia received nine smiling emojis. After the communication was finally over, the feather pen beside him raised an eyebrow and asked, "Are you sure you don't want to use public opinion to get the Holy See to fight?"
Luke nodded: "Some things are not suitable for entertainment."
When spread solely on gossip, facts can easily be distorted or taken out of context.
After that, there was the network construction conference, the decisive battle, and what happened on the day of the decisive battle... If everything depended on community discussion, sooner or later people would emerge to whitewash the Holy See in order to attract attention.
"And..." Luke paused, "There is a 90% chance that the Holy See will accept the challenge this time."
With their holy gifts, they would also play tricks in duels.
Fortunately, I am also very yin.
Luke: "Not only is it yin, it's also hard."
He has a tough life and can overcome all kinds of disobedience.
He will let the Holy See know how thick-skinned they are.
But now there is one more thing to do.
"Do you feel that the current atmosphere is particularly bad? There are too many rumors on the Internet and it is difficult to tell the direction."
Quill: "..."Whose fault is it?
"I want to prepare a special program." Lujia looked at the feather pen, with an expression that he was the only one who was clear-headed while the rest of the world was turbid. "The new column will focus on an authoritative approach, and will be used to report the day's news."
Provide a broadcasting platform around duel events.
Seeing him repeatedly emphasize authority, Feather Pen thought for a moment and said, "It's like an official statement, so it has credibility."
"right."
Due to different national conditions, the programs of different countries in the world where Luke originally lived were also different. Some places even banned entertainment and TV dramas, but there was one thing in common: news.
Every country has its own 'News Broadcast'.
"Whether it's for the upcoming duel or an important meeting, or even to reveal the truth about the Tree of Life in the future, such a professional platform is indispensable."
After listening to him talk about the general process, Feather Pen thought it should be relatively easy to proceed.
Luke had already thought about it: "First, set up a simple news department consisting of only four parts: anchor, news editor, writer and reporter."
“Are you going to be a host or a writer?”
Luke: "I'm the boss."
Quill raised an eyebrow, "Didn't it say four parts?"
Luke: "Because the boss is superfluous."
He is the extra one.
“…”
The free man boss Luke is not actually free.
He has to take care of the location of the studio, the salary of the employees, and the recruitment criteria.
Quill reminded him, "I seem to remember you have a friend named Lillian."
It seems like I remember it, but I feel like this memory is very reluctant.
Luke shook his head: "I'll do it myself this time."
That same day, he sent the recruitment notice to several nearby cities including the Klin Watchtower.
Apart from journalists, the other selection criteria are simple: well-dressed, clear articulation, and good adaptability.
The criteria are simple, but the salary is not simple, it is several times higher than the normal salary, and there are many demons willing to come for the interview.
Luke started the interview directly that evening. The exchange group that came to study was about to leave, but seeing this, they stayed curiously to see what he was going to do.
The interview was held in the square.
Lujia brushed off most of the overly revealing attire at a glance. This job required a certain degree of obedience, and the recruitment criteria clearly stated the dress code. Those who still did this were most likely troublemakers.
"Draw one and start reading." Luke asked the remaining job seekers to line up and randomly select a tongue twister from a thick stack.
After the adult devil selected the test questions, it read like a tape recorder that had fallen into disrepair.
No sound was allowed around, so the onlookers could only recite silently in their minds. Most of them recited smoothly and immediately looked at the adult devil with the eyes of a mentally retarded person.
It's so simple that you can't even read it.
"Next."
When it was his turn, the candidate stepped forward confidently.
[You can stew frozen tofu, you can stew my stewed frozen tofu. 】
"You can cook and stew... and stir and beat..."
"Next!"
The mainland's common language and Chinese are very similar in pronunciation, so Luke only needs to be able to read it fluently. Combining the images, we finally selected about a hundred demons.
Lujia began to provide normal manuscripts, focusing on the sound and hyphenation.
He demonstrated the broadcasting voice on the spot, and after adjusting his oral muscles, his voice became fuller and brighter.
In line with the aesthetics of his contemporaries, he added a little bass.
All the demons present were amazed at what they heard. Just by listening to the sound, they felt inexplicably convinced.
Quill subconsciously wanted to try it, but Luka stopped him: "Don't learn it."
If you don’t learn it well, the sounds will be bubbling.
At first, Quill didn't realize the seriousness of the problem until one demon after another began to draft.
Under some deliberate imitation, it becomes extremely artificial.
The quill seemed to have returned to the days when it was dominated by burps.
Not far away, the students who were originally watching curiously all ran away, and he also wanted to leave.
As soon as I stood up, the surroundings were blocked by blood crow color.
Luke spread his demon wings and asked steadily, "Where are you going?"
Didn’t we agree that you would always be here?
Quill whispered, "Please excuse me for half an hour."
"If you want to leave," Luke sneered, "Step over my wings first."
“…”
At the scene where the bubbling sound was about to create waves, both sides suffered severe mental pollution.
Fortunately, as long as the sample base is large enough, we can always select the right ones. In the end, two demons, one male and one female, stood out.
"I...are you really going to recruit me?" The male demon nervously confirmed several times.
They have overly handsome looks, which is not popular among demons, especially those over forty years old.
Half-blood demons have a low status to begin with, and generally after this age, they will be subject to all kinds of criticism.
Luke nodded: "You two are a perfect match in both appearance and voice. You will temporarily stay in the Klin Watchtower for the next two days and wait for further notice."
After receiving a positive answer, the male demon breathed a sigh of relief.
After deciding on the host to serve as the face of the show, the subsequent recruitment of reporters and writers will be much easier.
There are ready-made demons in the Klin Watchtower that meet the reporter's requirements. They have strong survival and combat capabilities and can run long distances at any time. News editors and writers work together and only need to have a certain level of literary literacy and pass a written test to quickly screen out suitable candidates.
As for the studio, it is located directly on the top floor of the watchtower and will be considered another landmark building in the future.
In just two days, Luke had almost everything arranged.
The day the studio was set up, he held a small ribbon-cutting ceremony.
A total of thirty staff members were recruited in the past two days and all of them reported to the site.
The captain of the guards was surprised by this low profile: "Can't you improve it a little more?"
Lujia waved his hand: "The world is just a makeshift team. Once it is running, we can slowly patch it up."
The most important thing is the press release.
In the past, we watched the News Broadcast every day, so it was not difficult to apply the format. Just make sure every piece of news reported is factual, concise and to the point.
After everything was arranged, Luke organized the first department dinner.
All half-blood demons have a distinctive mark, such as Luke's hair color. Most demons have it on their skin and magic patterns.
So the employees are colorful when you look closely.
Luke stood up, raised his glass to the Rainbow Table and said, "On January 22, which is tomorrow, we will have our first live broadcast."
The reporter was very adventurous: "We chose this day because..."
Luke: "Because I looked at the perpetual calendar."
The perpetual calendar says it is an auspicious day.
“…”
Luke looked at the two hosts.
"In order to ensure timeliness, you will only have a quarter of an hour to prepare the final draft. I will prepare a teleprompter, but more will depend on you. Are you confident?"
The two demons were a little nervous.
Luke mentioned the salary again: "Are you confident?"
"have!"
Luke nodded in satisfaction.
"Cheers, to celebrate the premiere tomorrow!"
It is time to let all races in the Holy Demon Continent know what professionalism and credibility are.
He can guarantee that every piece of news during the first broadcast will be explosive.
The demons raised their glasses: "Cheers!"
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Excerpt from Luke's diary:
Authoritative and fair, as long as there is no fake news that has been truncated, it can maintain credibility.
This is me, a good leader who is selfless and bright.
Alex: Agreed.
Others:? ? ?
I wrote about the new show in one breath, just call me a hardworking beaver. Randomly drop fifty small red envelopes~
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