''Harottdeya, a completely new power, the capital of the Federal Republic of Tada. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info''

In the spacious carriage of the spring carriage, a young man dressed in the aristocratic dress of the western part of the mainland is holding a wine glass and staring at the scenery outside the window. Next to him, there was a half-old man with gray sideburns, dressed much simpler than the young man, looking like Gongzi and his old butler, but decades of life experience gave him a steady temperament, which made him crush the young man's head by half.

"Yes, that's interesting, there's never been a country like this in history, and your mission won't be easy."

The little old man glanced out the window and said without any fluctuation.

"That's why you're going with me, aren't you?"

The young man glanced back at the senior, who was almost thirty years older than him, smiled, and shook the wine glass in his hand slightly, and the glass rippled back and forth like a rich red wine, like the blood that had just flowed from the human body.

"Yes, but in such a familiar and unfamiliar place, everything is full of uncertainties."

The half-aged man opened the window and stared out at the city.

The streets of Harlotdeya are bustling with traffic, and traffic is more than twice as high as it was a few months ago. The planked barrier divided the road into two sections, one cobblestone for pedestrians and vehicles, and the other side of the road completely opened, and some of the street huts were semi-forcibly demolished, and stout bearded workers pushed carts full of special mud that had been well mixed. The workers dumped the dirt on the broken roads, carefully smoothed them out, and in a few days a new road would be built in the city.

There are also many new buildings on both sides of the street, such as bizarre street lamps that can be lit all night and towering buildings under construction, which are relatively recent but are now being built all over the city. The huge chimneys around the city had been built, and workers had begun to fill the boilers of the adjacent buildings with coal, and in the glow and roar of the magic crystal filter, white smoke gushed out of the chimneys like a long column into the sky, and then mixed in the air with the smoke from the other three chimneys, forming a choking cloud in the air.

The two emissaries from afar also discovered some cultural landscapes that could not be seen in the El Empire and other feudal kingdoms, and the people here seemed to have an unusual affection for their leader, who was no less interested in his image.

On the buildings on the side of the street, many huge busts of ink that have not yet dried are hung high, and the huge portrait shows a young man with strong oriental characteristics, he is dressed in a novel and dignified dress, his black hair is shining, and between his eyebrows is an indescribable heroism. In the background, it is the rural fields unique to the kingdom of Tada. Above the vast golden wheat fields were the glamorous peasants and mighty savages, who, unlike the armies of other countries, seemed to get along well with the peasants, and both sides were closely united behind their leaders.

The portrait is flanked by banners and signs filled with slogans that read "Long live the revolution!" "Long live the liberation of Tada! and "Great Leader Immortal!" The red banners were so bright and conspicuous, as if they were smeared with the blood of those nobles. For some reason, the young messenger looked at the portraits and banners with some uneasiness in his heart.

"A great victory at the front! The fire of the dragon burns the city, and the army of the oppressor is in ashes! ”

In the streets and alleys, you can always see such children, holding a large bag of large sheets of paper full of words, constantly shaking them, and introducing the main content to passers-by.

Amid their shouts, many passers-by stopped, took out two copper plates from their arms, bought such a thing called a "newspaper", and discussed it with their friends while reading it. And in the vicinity of these newsboys, there were always well-dressed speakers who stood between a few chairs, talking endlessly about the war ahead and the new policies of the "president", who were not bards who earned a few silver coins by their words, nor were they hired by the taverns in the neighborhood, they were completely open and free, because they were staunch supporters of Wang Shengzhe.

Illiterate people can't read newspapers, but they can still know what they say. Citizens who come out for a walk are also happy to sit here, and ask for a drink or two at the bar next to it, and sit here and listen for an hour. The narration is very lively, just like the old man of the village telling the legend and the horror of the monster to the child. They are the first propaganda front of the Federal President, and in the mouth of their leaders, they are more capable of conquering countries and conquering hearts and minds than the army.

The carriage moved on, and the young man threw a silver coin at a newsboy and took two newspapers. He took a look at it, and it was basically all about boasting about the victory at the front and praising their president. Of course, there were other small advertisements, such as merchandising and mercenary missions, which he didn't care about, but he was interested in the technology and the novelty of printing these newspapers in large quantities quickly.

The carriage came closer to the city center, where the portraits were larger and the flags were denser. They poked their heads out of the window and saw the huge statue under construction in the center of the city, more than 15 meters tall surrounded by linen, and the sound of craftsmen banging stones could be heard from inside. The statue will be an important sight in the downtown square, and it will be a better representation of their leaders than the city's residents and visitors.

It was not a good idea for a still alive and very young leader to display his huge portraits and statues everywhere, after all, before that, only dead monarchs on the inexplicable continent had this kind of treatment. For these two messengers, this was a novelty.

And in the sky, there are also a large number of balloons and winged undead, this kind of artificially created flying props and strange bat monsters even the El Empire has not figured out, the reputation of these things has spread all over the western part of the continent, whether it is the nobles of the El Empire or the peasants of the Dominion of Luoninglaire, they have heard of the strange flying props of the Tada Federation, and it is rumored that once these weapons appear, they will bring destruction. Cities have been leveled, armies have been slaughtered, and they, along with the undead monsters that corrode people into liquids, have become the protagonists of horror stories.

Here, however, they have a new job, with the spirits of the dead weaving through the towering buildings, hanging banners on the tops of the buildings. The balloons were painted in new colors, painted in the style of the Union flag, and hung banners that could be seen at a glance, with the same slogans on the portraits.

On the other side of the city, people are cheering for the completion of the first railway, the whistling of steam locomotives is heard on the other side of the city, and the citizens are marveling at the power of this coal-eating machine monster. And when the first front was completed last month, it was assumed that it would not move. And when it did move, a few mercenaries almost dismantled it in fright.

"I almost forgot I was here three years ago." The half-old man looked out the window and sighed at the young man.

"I barely know this place, Your Highness."