Roland opened his eyes, rubbed his swollen forehead and sat up, glancing up at the low ceiling, before remembering where he was. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Yesterday's banquet he really did "not get drunk and don't go home", in fact, he can't remember how he got back to this room.

The ale wine brewed by the dwarf has a lot of stamina, but fortunately, his physique is good enough, and he wakes up in good spirits, without the slightest sense of hangover and headache.

With a big yawn, Roland got up and walked to the window, and found that the room he was in was on the third floor of the palace of the dwarven kings, overlooking the wrought iron square in the dawn through the bright glass window, the bronze statue of Moradin holding an iron hammer towered in the center of the square, the "god of forging" was majestic, and two magical lights shot out of his eyes, illuminating the square before dawn, and the early birds could be faintly seen wandering in the light, pecking at the bread crumbs left over from last night's banquet for breakfast.

Retracting his gaze, Roland turned to look at the room setting. Unlike their distant counterparts who live in the underworld, the dwarves of the Far East have a strong industrial color in their architectural design and home furnishings: symmetrical, square, rough, strong, and heavy.

From the perspective of humans or elves, it is true that there is a lack of some artistic sense, but I have to admit that the same thing, from the hands of dwarves, often means cheap, convenient and durable, such as the rectangular iron vase with its own function of adding water at regular times, which really refreshed Roland's appreciation of handicrafts.

The washstand, with its two brass faucets, supplies hot and cold water 24 hours a day, and if there was anything Roland didn't like, it was that the sink was low and he had to crouch down to get his wash done.

After washing, Roland rang the brass bell on the table, and soon a young female dwarf came in to listen to his orders. From a human point of view, the girl in a maid's dress, with a cute baby face and tiger teeth, who is less than four feet tall, is of course a little Lori, but in fact she is probably old enough to be Roland's grandmother.

"Distinguished guest, what do you need?" The maid of the first class, Elimira, is at your service. ”

The dwarf bowed to him with her skirt and spoke the lingua franca fluently.

"Alimila, please give me a breakfast, and if you have a newspaper, you can bring a copy of the Far Eastern Morning Post, thank you."

"Okay, what do you want for breakfast?"

"Hehe, I'm not a picky eater." Before the words fell, he hurriedly added: "But please don't give me any more alcoholic drinks, thank you!" He put his hand on his forehead and made a scared look.

Elimira couldn't help but laugh at his exaggerated appearance, and a pair of cute dimples bloomed on her pink cheeks: "Actually, I don't like alcoholic beverages either, can I prepare milk coffee for you?" ”

"Absolutely."

The dwarven maid soon brought a hearty breakfast. The bacon sandwich was fragrant, the one-sided omelette was neither old nor tender, and Roland was disappointed as he sipped his coffee and read the newspaper while he read the newspaper.

The front page of the Far Eastern Morning Post was full of frivolous news such as "Archbishop Philip inspects the orphanage to preach and send warmth" and "Knight Captain Krautz cracks the case of a dwarf illusionist forging indulgences", but there is no mention of the general battle on the Gasso Plateau that led to the destruction of the orc tribe.

Throwing away the newspaper and clasping his arms over his chest, Roland pondered for a moment before realizing that he was too anxious.

The battle on the plateau had just been revealed yesterday, and although Merlin cast a spell and sent the war newsletter back to Fort Atonement overnight, it was too late to publish it in today's "Morning Post".

After all, the Far Eastern Morning Post was the official newspaper under the control of the provincial yamen, and important articles had to pass official censorship before they could be published, and the archbishop was not necessarily happy to see the news of the triumph of the Koras army, and there was a high possibility that the front-line communications would not be seized.

Fortunately, in addition to the morning newspaper, there is also a "Far Eastern Evening News" for publication, which is a private newspaper, and the editor-in-chief on the surface is a well-known bard in the Far East, in fact, the operating funds are mainly provided by the Kolas family, and Yevgenia is responsible for the specific operation, which is regarded as the spokesperson of the Kolas Army in the Far Eastern Province.

Roland also heard that Knight Captain Krautz hated the Far Eastern Evening News, believing that its reports were sinister and demagogic with the slogan of nationalism, which was greatly detrimental to the imperial government's education of the people of the Far East, and repeatedly proposed to Archbishop Philip to ban this newspaper, but Philip did not express his attitude on this issue, considering that Rudolph still had use value.

As a time-traveler from the 21st century of the earth, Roland knows the power of the media, to put it mildly, without a powerful voice channel in his hands, who will know if you are Zhang San or Li Si?

The development and growth of the Kolas Army in the Far East could not be separated from the Far Eastern Evening News, and the awakening of nationalist ideas in the Far East will also give the standard-bearer of this idea, that is, his father, General Rudolph, the halo of a national hero.

Of course, Roland also had to feel lucky. The Far East has been a place of exile for heresy since ancient times, but everyone understands that not everyone is qualified to be a heresy, and if you want to promote heretical ideas, you must first have a certain cultural foundation, literacy and hyphenation are the most basic qualities, and then you can come up with a set of theories that at least seem to be self-justifying, which will have a relatively large influence.

As for the illiterate people who "jumped the gods", of course, they were also hereticals, but they had no chance of exile at all, and they were caught by the Inquisition and burned directly.

Only those heretics from the aristocracy and the intellectual class could hope to escape the burning at the stake and exile to the Far East.

His Majesty the Emperor did not want to be condemned by the literati after his death and suffer infamy through the ages, so he had to be polite to the intellectuals who had made ideological mistakes, and sent them to the bitter cold land of the Far East to work and reform, out of sight and out of mind.

The down-and-out aristocracy and radical literati constituted the main body of the first generation of wilderness breakers in the Far East, who themselves had a high level of education, and also had a culture of passing down poetry and books and attaching importance to education, so that a very strange social phenomenon emerged in the Far East: widespread poverty and a very low illiteracy rate coexisted.

In this case, Roland knew with his heels that society as a whole was a powder keg. The more cultured people are, the more likely they are to be dissatisfied with reality, but they are limited to heretic identities, and they must not leave the poor and remote Far East, and cannot find an upward channel to change their own destiny.

This kind of thing was already strange to him when he read Chinese and Western history books on earth.

It is precisely because of the general high level of education of the people of the Far East that the newspaper can be sold, otherwise even if he wanted to mobilize the masses, there would be no such convenient channel.

Putting down the newspaper, Roland plucked a plain-looking brass ring from his left ring finger.

In a bloody battle yesterday, Roland killed many orcs, and even killed a level 10 necromancer with his own hands, and later found that he had accumulated a total of 7 degrees of luck, as long as he had 1 more degree, he could upgrade the profession of Destiny Samurai to level 4, and obtain new abilities such as dispelling the undead and casting magic skills.

"The 1 degree of luck that is still lacking is counting on this ring." Roland muttered to himself, silently absorbing the luck contained in it.

To his surprise, the luck contained in this seemingly inconspicuous ring was far more than 1 degree. He inhaled for half an hour to drain the qi contained in the ring, and was pleasantly surprised to find that his total qi luck had soared to a height of 17 degrees!

This small ring actually provided him with 10 degrees of luck!

Through the introduction of the system, Roland knows that there is a direct relationship between luck and the level of magic items.

Primary magic items, which contain no more than 3 degrees of luck; Intermediate magic items, the luck contained in it is about 4~6 degrees; High-grade magic items, the luck contained in it is about 7~10 degrees; Legendary items, sub-artifacts, and artifacts have the potential to exceed 10 degrees of luck.

The brass ring in his hand contains 10 degrees of luck, which indirectly proves that this is a quasi-legendary magic item, which makes Roland overjoyed!