Initiating a Plant Revolution in the Otherworld

Chapter 322 Christine's Tactful Invitation

It was already noon when I came out of the laboratory.

Before leaving the gate of the Imperial City Academy of Magic, Ron was stopped by the dean who "just passed by" and invited him to the academy cafeteria for dinner.

As a specially hired teaching assistant at the Imperial City Academy of Magic, Ron has never been to the academy's cafeteria.

Looking at the youthful and lively students coming and going in the cafeteria, Ron felt a burst of emotion.

If Ron's original owner hadn't been squeezed out with ulterior motives when he was a child, maybe when Ron traveled here, he might also go to school in this academy.

Then he met the school girl and the bully, and embarked on an epic road of counterattack.

This is a normal script!

Having lunch with the dean at the window dedicated to teachers, and experiencing the school culture in the original world, Ron and the dean sat down on the window seat.

Chatting while eating, chatting with the dean.

Hearing the dean's talk about the Card R&D Institute, Ron looked at him with admiration, wondering if he would be so enthusiastic if he knew his plan to poach the wall.

But speaking of it, the magician at the card research and development institute is also a good target for digging...

Well, consider this later and write it down in a small notebook first.

"His Royal Highness Ron, ahem..." The dean praised Ron at length, and this time he finally got to the point, "The Marquis of Walsh asked me to greet you."

"By the way, he also wants to ask if your Earldom can consider applying from him."

"If you think it's okay, he is willing to give you the city of Bellamos, which has a good location, transportation, and economy, and several surrounding towns."

Ron put down the knife and fork, and looked at him with a half-smile: "We've known each other for so long, and in your position, will you come to be a lobbyist?"

"Uh... well..." the dean said helplessly, "The Marquis of Walsh is my brother-in-law..."

"However, it is impossible for me to force His Highness to choose a territory. Everything is up to His Highness."

"Don't think about our relationship. I'm just passing on a message this time. It doesn't matter if you agree or not. It won't affect our friendship."

"Of course." Ron picked up the knife and fork again, ate a small piece of pork chop, chewed it slowly, and said nothing immediately.

"However, the Marquis of Walsh is very sincere this time." The director of teaching continued, "The city of Bellamousse can be regarded as a second-tier trading city in the east."

"Compared to Chujike City, which he is in charge of, it is not much better, and even better in some aspects."

"Privately, there should be many people who have approached His Royal Highness Ron, right? I think the Marquis of Walsh's condition is at least the top three."

Ron nodded in agreement, taking a sip of vegetable soup.

So far, in just a few days, more than a dozen marquises have sent people to the door, hoping that Ron can apply for their territory.

But Ron didn't compare the conditions they proposed at all. After all, he didn't intend to accept anyone's kindness.

Therefore, the first three levels mentioned by the dean are all dispensable information for Ron.

"Does the Marquis of the East have anything to do with that Duke Christine?" Ron asked suddenly.

"The Marquis of Walsh's territory was originally obtained through an application from Duke Christine, and it also belongs to the Duke's territory." The dean replied.

It turned out to be the case.

Ron nodded secretly.

The former head of the Christine family, Earl Hodge, asked Irene to invite him.

Because he was politely rejected by Ron, so he went around such a big circle, trying to indirectly pull Ron into the sphere of influence of the Duke of the East?

Really painstaking.

Ron, like those people before him, did not give an accurate answer in the end. He simply finished his lunch, got up and left, and left the Magic Academy.

Riding in a carriage, Ron came all the way to the competition venue on Moon View Street.

After two days of preliminaries, the venues on the third day became much more popular.

Especially today is the Sunday prayer day. After the prayer in the church in the morning, many people who are idle at home gather here for recreation and walking.

Walking into the hall on the first floor, Ron looked at the simulated picture of the mimetic grass on the surrounding walls.

Among them, there are descriptions of the event distribution and venue maps, replays of yesterday's exciting game clips, and related advertisements about the newly launched elemental card pattern skins.

This ad was edited by Keel using the video materials of these days with mimic grass.

Although it is still quite immature in terms of perspective, content and structure, in the eyes of people from another world, the promotion effect of this form is almost unfavorable.

In addition, the video of the illegitimate son of the baron who caused trouble at the Magic Cup was still playing, always alerting others.

In addition, related advertisements for the promotion of the Magic Battlefield are also being prepared and produced, and will be in charge of the current publicity master Keir.

The magic cup will provide mimetic grass with various materials for Keel to edit.

Under Ron's suggestion, Keir quickly understood the essence of the so-called "advertising film" that His Royal Highness Ron called, and even took the lead in producing an advertisement to promote patterned skin.

That is the one mentioned above.

Wandered around between the floors, and waited and watched at the gates of some venues.

Just standing at the door like this, through the enthusiastic response of the audience, you can feel the hot atmosphere on the field inside.

He also watched one of Mia's matches by the way, and finally lost one by a score of one to two.

Ron shook his head with a smile, wandered slowly to the sound control room on the fourth floor, pushed the door open and entered.

The employees are still busy.

Someone is responsible for recording results, someone is responsible for information collection, someone is responsible for communicating emergency situations, and someone is responsible for announcing through the voice control system...

Under the overall leadership of Nora, everyone is busy and orderly, and things are handled in an orderly manner, and Ron does not need to worry about it at all.

At the beginning, Nora, who only helped Ron look after the flower shop and didn't know how to sell plants at the ceremony, has now grown into an excellent woman who can relieve Ron's worries.

If it wasn't for Nora's rapid growth and orderly management of the entire magic war hall in just a few months, Ron would have spent more energy on it.

"Thanks a lot."

Ron came behind Nora, reached out and rubbed her little head, and said with emotion.

Nora has been sitting in her seat, concentrating on handling various matters submitted by employees.

At this moment, feeling the temperature of Ron's palm, he immediately turned his head, with a sweet and cute smile on his face: "The store manager."

"Don't worry about me, you keep busy."

Ron pulled a chair over, sat down and picked up the documents that Nora had processed, flipping through them casually.

Fluttering Street Diary: The exemption is over, and a total of about seven or eight thousand collections have been raised... This result should be pretty good, and we will see how much it will increase in the future, and we will all book... Sigh... I am inexplicably scared, what should I do...

(End of this chapter)