Chapter 748 On the Simplest Advertising Communication in the Middle Ages
With LV 4 [Baptism] and LV 3 [Gift from Heaven], it becomes very easy to protect a person's life.
To put it bluntly, at this moment, only a demigod-level warrior, or even multiple demigods, could rescue or kill this wizard.
At this moment, the wizard's life no longer belongs to him.
"You've seen it, someone wants you to shut up forever."
There was no need for Mo Cheng's size at all, Sawyer's trembling body already showed that he had enough understanding of the current situation.
Mo Cheng didn't say much, and directly threw a bag of gold coins in front of him, "Deposit, you choose a safe place and I'll take you there, and then tell me what you know along the way, and I'll give you the rest after you're done, any questions?"
question?
There must be no such thing. There is absolutely no problem. How could Sawyer, who had experienced several assassination attempts in a short period of time, object to his life-saving straw?
Not to mention that judging from the power displayed by Mo Cheng, this is not a life-saving straw at all, it is the life-saving TF58 nation-annihilating fleet.
Sawyer had witnessed their invincible assassinations. No matter whether they were heroes or legends, they would be swallowed up by the shadows in the corner without any ripples.
But Sawyer had never seen this before. They sent out assassins twice in a row but both failed to complete the task and also captured prisoners alive.
The group did not stay for too long and left the town directly. Sawyer did not have anything to pack anyway, and the house was so clean that it could make a mouse cry.
After buying a horse in the town at a price more than twice the market price, the group of four left the town along the main road.
"The story you mentioned was spread by someone a long time ago."
After the group could no longer see the town, Sawyer slowly spoke, "At that time, some people wearing black robes and masks found some popular bards and asked them to promote their stories. Of course, in name, they were stories dug out from history."
"In a short period of time, those stories became popular stories in several countries, and bards sang them in almost every tavern once a day."
This is a simple but very practical advertising method. Even if the story is not good, when the bards sing it over and over again, the story will be remembered by people.
What's more, Mo Cheng knew that the lower-class people in this world did not have many entertainment activities, and the stories of bards were an interesting and free activity for them.
Mo Cheng also knew the purpose of such a large-scale dissemination . It must be to implant an impression in people's minds in the shortest possible time.
An impression of the [Perfect King], and this impression is directed towards [King Dom].
"In addition to the stories sung by bards, there are also novels read by nobles and big businessmen. They all cater to the audience, but mainly highlight the story of a certain existence."
Sawyer scratched his head, causing a large amount of snowflakes to fly up. He didn't know how long it had been since he had taken care of himself. "It's a pity that all the novels and stories I collected in the past were exchanged for money, so I can't show them to you."
"I have a question." Margaret looked at Sawyer. "If I remember correctly, the story first spread hundreds of years ago. Why are you so sure when you say it?"
As the former head of the Fairhaven Law Enforcement Corps, Margaret was extremely sensitive to some details, such as the tone of voice in Sawyer's words now.
It was a very confident tone, as if he was the person involved.
"I said that because I have seen them." Sawyer pushed aside his hair, revealing his ears which were slightly sharper than those of ordinary people. "I am a half-elf, and my life span is much longer than that of humans. Moreover, my father was the most famous bard in the city at that time."
"I was there when the black-robed men were talking to my father about how much he would be paid to spread the story."
Mo Cheng was stunned. He didn't expect to meet someone who had experienced the incident.
But he soon found something wrong. "No, since you are a half-elf, then why..."
Why are we so poor and so weak?
Mo Cheng could see that although Sawyer had elven blood, he did not have any power at all .
Logically speaking, this is completely impossible. As elves are a powerful racial bloodline, even if they are mixed with humans, the children born should be stronger than ordinary people.
In this world, bloodline is not something to gild one's reputation, but something that can actually turn into an advantage.
Logically speaking, Sawyer should not be old yet, and his strength and physical condition have not declined.
After living for hundreds of years, even if he has never exercised for a day, he will at least have the strength of the fifth level.
Although he is very weak in Mo Cheng's eyes, this strength is enough to live a comfortable life in ordinary villages and towns.
Moreover, if a half-elf lived for hundreds of years, he would not end up with almost no property.
It is absolutely impossible for a mouse to starve to death in a house.
"Because I'm curious." Sawyer's eyes dimmed. "After the story spread, it didn't take long for us immortal races, and King Dom just appeared out of thin air. Humans may be forgetful and forget that King Dom is almost exactly the same as in the story, but I haven't forgotten, especially since I was present at the transaction."
"Then I investigated and found that decades after King Dom appeared, those stories were almost no longer sung. At the same time, I accidentally found out that someone was recycling those stories."
"What do you mean by recycling?"
Before Sawyer could answer, an unfamiliar voice rang out, "Recycling means erasing the manuscripts that were originally circulated, the records of the bards, and all kinds of official or unofficial texts."
"If necessary, the individual who holds this memory will also be erased."
Ahead on the road, a man in a black robe and a mask appeared, looking exactly like the one Sawyer had described.
There is no need to think too much about it, this is the follower of the bard, the creator of King Dom.
The follower glanced at Mo Cheng, then looked at Sawyer, "Your father helped us a lot back then, so we didn't strictly enforce the rules for your actions that crossed the line."
"Son of Spender, being too curious will only lead to the same fate as your father."
