Carlo finally finished the speech under pressure.

During the reading, Carlo recalled the details of the original owner's embezzlement of workers' remuneration in the past, and found that the original owner was completely framed.

But even if you know this, it's useless, no matter how good your speech is.

The boos and invectives of the voters below for a time drowned out the sound of Carlo's speech read out with a megaphone stone.

Carlo was really glad that he was in a world of magic.

The invisible magic barrier on the podium saved Carlo's life several times during the time of Carlo's speech.

So that Carlo did not die from the bombardment of stones, throwing knives, and fireballs thrown by the electors below.

For this reason, Carlo also shortened the time of his speech, otherwise this magic barrier would not be able to last.

Carlo finally walked off the podium with a 'get down' scolding.

Can a campaign that starts with offending the working class really win?

Carlo stepped off the podium with a heavy heart, and as soon as he got off the podium, another candidate walked towards Carlo.

Srein Mikshit.

Carlo was the only opponent in the city's race.

Originally, Carlo was in no mood to care about this competitor, but he whispered a word as he passed by Carlo...

"Why would a criminal like you be chosen by God?"

Well? Do you say it again?

Carlo paused, turned his head to watch Srein step onto the podium he had stood on.

After Srein took the stage, the reaction of the crowd below was very different from Carlo's.

Cheers and screams.

The screams that made Carlo somewhat incomprehensible reverberate throughout the campaign square.

But these screams were certainly not shouted by the workers who threw stones at Carlo before.

It's disgusting that these adults who work in factories every day don't scream at a young man who is only twenty years old.

It was a group of young girls who were mingling with the workers who shouted this scream after scream.

When Srein took the stage, they kept shouting on the stage, "Holy Son! "Look at me!" Wait a minute... Lines that make Carlo's scalp tingle.

But this scene is very familiar to Carlo, isn't this the reaction of the fans below after those modern stars took the stage?

Carlo's gaze turned to Srein, who was smiling and announcing his election manifesto on the stage.

His appearance is indeed very high, but it is more appropriate to describe him as pink than the word handsome.

The word "little fresh meat" somehow came to Carlo's mind.

Carlo was right, as the audience below the podium was made up of women ranging in age from fourteen to sixteen.

There were a few women who looked to be adults, but Carlo didn't see a few, all of them were a group of little girls who spontaneously gathered to 'support' their Son.

As for the adults who gathered in the square of the speech, the representatives of the working class all had the same expressions on their faces as Carlo.

It's a little disgusted and helpless but doesn't know what to say.

It seems that no matter what kind of world it is, as long as adults with sound minds and good three views have the same attitude towards this phenomenon.

Maybe... Take advantage of this?

Carlo had an idea and immediately hurried back to his office.

When Herlan saw Carlo enter the door, he wanted to celebrate Carlo's speech as a 'complete success', but before she could say anything about the celebration, Carlo gave her a task.

"Herland, do you know how the city's ticket base is distributed?"

Carlo sat back at his desk and began to look through the papers on it, revealing that they were all municipal documents that had nothing to do with the campaign.

This office was supposed to be loaned to Carlo temporarily by the municipality of the city.

"What is the distribution of ticket warehouses?" Herlan seems to have heard the concept for the first time.

"It's how many people in this port city are eligible to vote, the age, occupation, class, wealth and poverty of the people who vote, etc... If I can't answer it, I just need age and class. Carlo said.

"You mean more detailed campaign rules?"

Herlan was also a dutiful maid, and although she liked to ridicule Carlo, her life was at stake in this campaign, so she had investigated this matter in detail.

"In this campaign, only adults who have reached the age of twenty and completed the rite of passage are eligible to participate in the election, while casters with Spellcaster Qualification of Level 2 or higher can have one more vote, and Spellcaster of Level 4 can have three..."

From Herlan's account, Carlo learns some of the rules of the campaign that are completely different from those of his previous life.

That is, high-level casters are eligible to cast multiple votes.

In Carlo's opinion, this rule should have been created by the Iron Nation to encourage its citizens to learn magic.

"According to the concept of the ballot base you define, the casters in the city currently hold more than half of the votes... So you're going to get votes from spellcasters? ”

"How? I'm afraid my notoriety has spread throughout the city, and even the casters have no reason to accept me..."

Carlo is still a little self-aware.

"Are you going to give up?"

Herlan also felt that her death was near, and she was already thinking about what to do with her suicide note during Carlo's speech.

"I've never had the intention of giving up, and my little maid, you've made a mistake."

Carlo tapped his finger on his desk, looked at Herland with a burning gaze, and said.

"Campaigning is never about a better candidate, it's about being worse than a candidate... It is true that the sins I have carried are disgusted by the working class, but it is enough for me to make the whole city more disgusted with my opponent, Srein. ”

"Your plan sounds great."

Herlan did not approve of Carlo's idea.

"But your opponent Srein doesn't have any black material, even a little bit of personal style-related black material, it seems so insignificant compared to your black history of embezzling the wages of countless workers, and Srein is extremely popular among young women in the city..."

"If there is no black material, make black material for him, which is a common method used in election campaigns." Carlo said.

"But how, exactly?" Herlan is also very responsible.

She saw that her master had an idea in her mind that she couldn't wait to realize.

Judging by the information and vision that Herlan has now.

She really couldn't think of anything that could be dug up from her rival Srein that would make the whole city hate him.

"I have to confirm a few more things before I implement them."

Carlo's current idea is just an idea, and Carlo needs to gather some more intelligence to make this idea a viable plan.

"Do the citizens of this city have the right to abstain from voting?" Carlo asked.

It's a very strange question.

Under normal circumstances, all election holders should have abstained from voting, but this papal race is different.

"No, when the election time is over, the uncast votes will be randomly assigned to any candidate, and according to the previous election results, even the voters who don't care will choose their favorite son on the last day." Herlan explained.

There was no abstention... Why?

Carlo couldn't figure out why the campaign didn't give him an abstention.

But this is also good for Carlo.

Once there is no abstention, the citizens of the city will have to choose between Carlo and Srein, there is no third option.

The difference is that the people of the port city of Veelan... Is it more hated by Carlo, or is it more hated by Srein.

This is really bitter for the voters of Wielan.

In short, the rule of no abstention has given Carlo a basis for the implementation of his plan...

All that remains is to determine the means by which the information will be disseminated.

"What are you looking at?"

As Carlo pondered how to advertise it, he noticed a pale silver translucent interface floating in front of his maid Herlan.

This interface gives Carlo a sci-fi feel, and judging from the magic fluctuations above, this is also a product of magic.

"Have you forgotten the magic net?" Herlan asked, a little speechless, as he stopped turning his fingertips.

"Magic web?"

The moment the word came to Carlo's mind, a pale silver interface appeared in front of Carlo's eyes.

Memories of the magic web flooded into Carlo's mind in an instant.

Magic Web... A magical creation built by a demon in Nolan, the capital of sages, a few years ago.

Using the elves' World Tree as a base station, it can link people's consciousness together to form an infinitely extended web of magic.

In layman's terms, it's a magical version of the Internet.

"Could it be... Is it something made by predecessors? ”

Carlo swiped his fingertips across the web interface, both from the desktop, the operating logic, and the layout of the English letters on the keyboard.

THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT CARLO IS FAMILIAR WITH IN WINDOWS.

The reality of this world is that it is still in the early days of the industrial age, and as a result, people are already using the Internet?

A strong sense of disobedience ignites Carlo's curiosity...

Carlo swiped his fingertips and began to explore this magical version of the Internet.