Two, the election battle begins

  I worked hard to finish two updates today, tomorrow there will be at most one update, thank you for your support, writing a book is so tiring.

  "May your souls rest in eternal peace, we will continue to bless you in the mortal world..."

  In the cemetery on the outskirts of Emon Port, eleven new graves stood upright, shining with magical light. Several priests of El'goroth, the main deity of Sorblia, were praying for the dead. Although their faith might be a bit misplaced, since the bodies were about to rot and the remaining red-robed wizard was adamant against cremating his companions, they had no choice but to make do. After all, Goddess El'goroth was known for her tolerance, so she probably wouldn't quibble over such minor issues.

  This is the tomb of the Red Robe Mages who died on the battlefield. In this summer's battles, especially in the Battle of Glorious City and the attack on the Elf Camp, these exiles from the distant East suffered heavy casualties, and with the professional quality problems of the military chaplains, by the time they arrived at Emon Port, only one Red Robe Mage was still alive.

  "When I first killed the Green Dragon, I promised you all a magical item, but it's actually going to be fulfilled in the form of a tombstone. How unpredictable life is! However, when I die, whether someone will be able to carve my tombstone or not is still unknown, so you're all quite lucky." Feili looked at the eleven new works in front of him and couldn't help but feel a bit sorrowful. These tombstones were made with top-quality materials and could emit beautiful fluorescent light at night, display 3D holographic images of the deceased when activated, and even play mournful music on schedule, making them absolutely no less valuable than an ordinary magical weapon.

  The last surviving Red Robe was a young, thin man named Fendon. He seemed to be satisfied with the treatment of his companions when they were buried and bid farewell and blessings in Selkie, also expressing gratitude to Phili. In Selkie, where the civil war had been going on for over a century, people seemed to have become extremely indifferent to life and death, and having a decent place to rest after death was already not bad for these Red Robes who often abandoned their bodies in the wilderness after killing each other.

  "Let's go, for the dead everything has already ended, but we who are alive still have many things to do!" After the funeral, Phil led Feton back to the Governor's Mansion. This world did not have the custom of visiting graves, and he never came here again, so naturally he would not think about what happened later... Because the tombstones were too eye-catching, that night eleven magic tombstones all disappeared, the tombs were looted, and the bodies of the Red Robe Mages were scattered everywhere by thieves, with some even being fed to wild dogs...

  The dead are at peace, but the living must still struggle for life, money and power. The day after the victory parade ended,

  All kinds of election activities have started one after another, some are openly declared and others are secretly manipulated.

  War is essentially a continuation of politics by other means. Now that the war on the New Continent has temporarily come to an end, it's naturally time for politicians to take the stage.

  Saorn#8226;Nomm Governor's all-out support for the northern neighbor to fight against the elven invaders is not at all due to any lofty revolutionary ideals and selfless magnanimity, but rather serves his ultimate goal of running for war zone commander. Now that the battle achievements are in hand, it's time for political deals and propaganda campaigns. To create momentum for this election, Saorn#8226;Nomm Governor can be said to have gone all out.

  Here is the translation:

  First, through a series of under-the-table deals, Sohn·Noom's main opponent in the election, Laird, Governor of New Shamas State, announced his withdrawal from the independent election and instead formed an alliance with Governor Noom, at the cost of the position of Deputy War Zone Commander and some other secret conditions. As a result, the four states of Northern State with 2 million people, New Enoo State with 8 million people, New Masobray State with 25 million people, and New Shamas State with 40 million people, which account for half of the population of the New Continent, have basically become Sohn·Noom's iron vote bank.

  But one of these four states fell into enemy hands, and the number of people with voting rights only accounted for a quarter of all thirteen states. To ensure election, it is necessary to further strive for the support of other states.

  The second step was for the governor to expose the southern states' inaction during the New Enoo food crisis and label them as treasonous. The weight of this accusation was quite intimidating, with the central government issuing a rebuke, several state parliaments being dissolved, and others scrambling to clear their names while expelling a few scapegoats. Taking advantage of this political earthquake, Governor Norm used his connections and reputation to win over some influential figures, opening up a big gap in the southern electoral stronghold.

  Finally, in the most orthodox manner, Governor Norm provided relief to refugees, comforted the families of martyrs, and held various memorial services and celebration activities. The leaders of the Giant Bear Legion became a fairly effective vote-gathering tool, frequently appearing at various social events. Such as press conferences, interviews, award ceremonies, banquets and other overly dense schedules, which lasted for a whole week, Governor Norm even went through the central government's route for this, forcibly delaying the opening time of the Continental Congress.

  It's been a hellish few days for the poor people who have just recovered from serious injuries. Lack of sleep is not even worth mentioning, and eating has become tasteless. They are surrounded by reporters and politicians on all sides, with no appetite to speak of, and often there are more than three digits of fans surrounding them, filling the air with empty speeches or praise. From time to time, inexplicable rumors and gossip emerge, for which they have to hold special press conferences to clarify. This further increases the burden on the vote-gathering tools. After several days, the best-looking Druid has lost a circle in body shape, his fur is dry and yellow, and he has lost a lot of hair, but with the support of many young friends, he continues to do propaganda work. The worst-off Major Rick Torin has fainted multiple times when answering reporters' questions, and can only have the pastor follow him around to supplement treatment at any time. Others are also disfigured due to overwork, so they had to temporarily hire makeup artists to touch up on the spot, barely getting by.

  Finally, after finishing most of the tour performances, the vote-gathering tools hadn't even had a chance to catch their breath when a large number of relatives who couldn't be reached by the eight trigrams suddenly emerged from some corner, leaving everyone at a loss for how to respond. Even Phil Taylor, as a time-traveler, had many people claiming to be members of the local Taylor family's side branches come find him, making Phil wonder if he had run into his ancestors, but it was later proven that most of these were just scammers.

  The home of the Druids has become a zoo and a museum of monsters, with tigers, bears, eagles and other wild beasts coming and going every day. There are also more dog-headed people, wolfmen, and even earth spirits who come to visit. Especially when I saw a dog-headed person warmly shaking hands with Mr. Vinnie's bear paw and calling him "brother-in-law", Phil couldn't help but feel that the phrase "success is a factory that produces a large number of relatives and friends" was indeed a profound truth, and at the same time, he deeply admired Mr. Vinnie's standards for choosing a partner.

  When the dust finally settled, the Governor's office had the achievements of the Great Bear Regiment artistically rendered into illustrated books and posters, which were widely distributed throughout the land, also serving as recruitment advertisements. The vote-getters once again became idols in print media, but not everyone was happy about becoming an idol, at least not Phili#8226;Taylor. At this moment, he was storming around the small parlor of the Garrison Commander's office, and the cause was a propaganda poster that had been widely circulated in the colonial cities recently.

  The propaganda painting is quite exquisite, with golden lace decorations along the edges and a floral font at the top that reads "Tribute to the brave warriors who defend our homeland!" Below it are group portraits of the main members of the military unit, including Commander Charlotte Sutton in armor, Deputy Commander Vinnie Mr. riding on Grena's neck, Chief of Staff and Magical Advisor Phili Taylor wearing his signature pink robe, as well as all officers above battalion level. The background is a fluttering black-edged bear head flag. The painting is meticulously realistic, obviously the work of a master artist. Next to some of the officers are brief introductions, such as Charlotte's "Excellent Garrison Commander of Emon Port", Vinnie's "Descendant of the ancient Druid family", and Phili's...

  "Unmarried beauty alchemist?! Who wrote this?!" Fili waved the flyer she had just received, her face red with rage. "No wonder I've been getting so many love letters from those perverted idiots! I'm going to kill that bastard who's spreading rumors about me! I'll definitely strangle that son of a bitch to death!"

  "This is Zena's opinion, she thinks the theme of 'Beauty, Knights and Beasts' is the most attractive. Since there are no beauties, you'll have to make do, anyway it looks about the same." Renny, who was peeling an apple while smiling slyly, said "How come, little Phil wants to find a little girlfriend? Sister can go introduce one for you, yeah?"

  "Don't call me Xiao Fei Li again," Fei Li suddenly jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, "I'm already 25 years old..."

  Reni casually stuffed the apple into Feili's mouth, while pressing down on Feili's little head with some force. "Still saying you're not small, you're a whole head shorter than me!" Then she pulled at Feili's little cheeks, "You don't even admit to being Little Feili, what's not small about that?"

  Feli couldn't say a word and could only look at the robust female pastor with pitiful eyes, like a puppy about to be abandoned. Unfortunately, Renny was completely immune to this cute eye attack, continuing to hold Feli's small face without letting go, hurting him so much that his tears were about to flow out.

  Renee is Charlotte's cousin, a tall, intelligent and beautiful half-elf female warrior. Like Rick Torini, she is also a priestess of the strategic goddess Crimson Knight. This 29-year-old red-haired beauty is also the owner of an armory, where Phil first met her. A woman like Renee with three charms - mature, intelligent, and strong-willed - has no immunity to Phil's slightly sister-loving tendencies. However, poor two-time loser Phil has no experience or talent in pursuing women, and so far, his attempts at wooing Renee have not seen even a glimmer of success. Renee completely treats him like an adorable little brother, or more accurately, as an interesting plaything to tease all day long. It seems Phil still has a very long way to go on the road to romance.

  "Waaah, Sister Lainy is bullying me." Fili finally managed to break free from Lainy's grasp and dove headfirst into her ample bosom. Since she treats me like a kid, I'll just use a kid's method to get some milk.

  The female warrior dodged the little pervert's attack with a quick turn, and conveniently grabbed Phil by the collar and lifted him up, rubbing his nose, "Little rascal, trying to take advantage of sister again! Today, I won't settle accounts with you, sister will take you to a good place!"

  Good place? Phil was stunned, and then suddenly turned green in the face. Before he could even struggle, he was dragged away by Renny with his collar pulled.