Terra Joyful Song. / Theresia: There's a Traitor Among Us!

First of all, he has no way of knowing, and at present it is only speculation.

Besides, he had already heard most of the conversations that people were having in this Tavern tonight elsewhere.

This implies that there must be someone in Kazdel's upper echelons who is allowing this kind of news to spread.

Chapter 266 Terra Joyful Song.

"This is not a historical process that I can change, so I'd better just live my life honestly."

Hedley's greatest wish was to be a teacher and to pursue things he enjoyed in his spare time.

This is also the thinking of the vast majority of intelligent people, because these people are somewhere between mediocre and intelligent, with a little bit of cleverness but unable to step onto the real historical stage.

Kazdel is not without its own environment these days.

Perhaps feeling that the makeshift team was unreliable, Hedley never had a chance, and he spent all the money he earned on consumption.

Even if I discover something, can I really change the status quo on my own?

As a former top black market dealer, Scar-eye's sensitivity to information far surpasses that of ordinary people.

Now that Kazdel's political climate has shifted, he has realized that someone must be pulling the strings behind the scenes.

There's nothing new under the sun, and even the Demon King isn't irreplaceable.

The Cyclops thought this to himself, and then let his companion be led by the nose.

"Gentlemen... what are you all thinking?"

Scar-eye is feeling very insecure right now. The Cyclops's prophecy is theoretically accurate, but there are always unexpected events, like how it suddenly became useless.

He couldn't even accurately predict when he would die.

"A catchy song can become a belief that unites people, so I'm about to unleash my power! The Resistance Song is activated!"

"Ah Cao, leave the arrangement to me."

Lamian looked at the song her husband had written, she suddenly realized that musical talent wasn't something everyone possessed.

The music, in particular, was absolutely terrible; it was beyond what a beginner could achieve.

The ears felt like they were going to fall off, and the cochlea felt like it was going to run away.

"I think it sounds pretty good..."

At this point, the person was completely oblivious to his own limitations and continued to add bricks and tiles to the piece of music he was creating.

In the end, it was Lamian, a renowned musician, who intervened. She would never allow such chaos to be created by her man.

She first gave him a kiss, then casually snatched the man's pen.

"Ah Cao, be good~ I'll take care of the arrangement, you just need to write the lyrics."

Huang Cao wanted to snatch the pen back, but seeing the almost threatening look in the other person's eyes, our great Utopia still chickened out.

Is the music I wrote really that bad?

But after a while, someone gave in.

This fully illustrates the fact that knowing the melody does not necessarily mean you can arrange the music, and besides, not every song can be copied clearly.

Here's a joke: During the exam, I copied someone else's reading comprehension and essay questions from the Chinese exam.

Master Huang, who had absolutely no artistic talent, could only look at the notebook in his hands in awe.

But as he was thinking, a familiar tune suddenly came to mind.

It was a song that was called joyful, and also a song that could eliminate racial discrimination.

The Ode to Joy, and also the most well-known choral part.

Although Lamian grabbed the pen, it didn't mean she could quickly write a popular song.

Writing this requires inspiration; you can't come up with anything even if you try for decades without feeling it.

In particular, creating a piece of music that allows people to feel its power immediately upon hearing it requires an exceptionally high level of technical skill from the arranger.

Even Lamian, hailed as the most musically talented Banshee in all of Kazdel, and even the strongest of her race, had to think things through carefully at this moment.

"Lamian, I have a song here. See if you can come up with some good lyrics for it."

Seeing his wife so distressed, Huang Cao decided not to keep her in suspense any longer and hummed the chorus version of Ode to Joy.

Upon hearing the melody, Lamian lit up instantly, and she immediately judged that the piece possessed extremely high artistic value.

It's catchy and easy to sing, and you can feel the joy no matter what language you use. Even though the melody isn't simple, it's not difficult either.

Everyone can fully enjoy the power that music gives them.

"Ah Cao, did you come up with this piece of music?"

Lamian asked with delight.

Do you think I have that level of skill?

Huang Cao could indeed use his own name to sign his novel, since he wrote every word himself, but this song is a treasure of all mankind.

Adaptation is adaptation, and originality is originality; the two must be clearly distinguished.

If you wrote it yourself, you wrote it yourself; if you didn't write it yourself, there's no need to pat yourself on the back.

"The author of this song is no longer in this world, and this piece praises the beautiful spirit of eliminating discrimination and encouraging people to help each other."

This aligns perfectly with Kazdel's current national conditions, promoting the elimination of hatred and the shared pursuit of a better future, while also expressing some of the positive ideals of utopia.

All that's missing now is the lyrics.

"Actually, this melody is just a part of a song, and it's also the most famous part, at least for me. The lyrics also fit Kazdel's current situation very well, but to avoid creating a chaotic situation, let's change it."

Ultimately, through their combined efforts in adapting the song, a version of Ode to Joy that was even more suitable for Kazdel's physique was born.

Furthermore, utopia was regarded as a representative of the spirit of mutual help and assistance within it.

"Now that the job is done, give this manuscript to the Shapeshifter so she can learn to sing it."

"The song is called Terra Joyful Song, it's simple and easy to understand."

"Why do I have to learn songs again?"

The Shapeshifter Collective poked their heads out from a pile of scripts, holding the lyrics that Master Huang had just given them to him.

"I suddenly realized that whether it was Theresia or Master Huang who became my boss, I was always the one who felt the most tired."

Previously, Theresia used herself as a beast of burden for the Originium engine, and her own people were always the ones to shoulder the burden of domestic infrastructure projects.

As a result, now that they've joined Master Huang, they basically need the Shapeshifter to help them with everything.

There's been absolutely no change.

Just as the Shapeshifter was thinking this, her hand suddenly slipped, and there was an extra layer behind the paper with the lyrics printed on it, containing a bank check.

"At least Master Huang doesn't make empty promises; he really gives money when he has it."

So let's continue the campaign to overthrow Trump and see if any of my compatriots can sing...

Not long after, driven by the Shapeshifter...

The Terra Joyful Song began to circulate widely among the people of Kazdel, deeply imprinting the word "utopia" in the hearts of the common folk.

At the same time, thanks to the excellent cultural development efforts of Little T in recent years, the literacy rate of ordinary people in Kazdel has soared, which means that most people can understand the general meaning of the lyrics while enjoying the melody.

So in less than two months, the entire Kazdel region was completely overrun.

The Terra Joyful Song was sung everywhere, even affecting the ancestors being roasted in the Undead Spirit Furnace.

The speed was astonishing.

This trend naturally reached the ears of Dukare, who was in charge of managing the supplies and equipment in the rear, but he did not stop it in any way.

Because he knew it must have been Master Huang's doing.

However, Theresia, who was on the front lines, soon received news that there were problems in her rear.

The reason was that a strike at a steel plant in the country directly led to a shortage of resources for repairing equipment for frontline engineers.

Why are they going on strike?

Theresia was completely baffled. Although the wages of domestic workers had decreased significantly due to the war, it was still much better than when they were extremely poor.

We've survived such difficult circumstances before, so why are you going on strike now that we've reduced things a little? Besides, it's not like we won't increase them back after the war ends.

"My good prince, don't you even know what time it is? Your the Speaker is also struggling to hold the country together. A third of our factories have already gone out of business."

Sensing something was amiss, Theresia secretly met with Dukare, who immediately presented her with a string of data.

She was speechless.

It is easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but difficult to go from extravagance to frugality.

At the same time, it has completely lost control of domestic public opinion, and is still completely unaware of it.

Chapter 267 Theresia: There's a traitor among us!

"Your Highness, there are probably people from Utopia involved in this."

Nizere laid out all the reasons he had prepared beforehand, and successfully shifted the blame to Utopia.

Only in this way can Theresia focus her energy on fighting against Master Huang.

Only by seizing this opportunity can the Shapeshifter Collective continue to guide domestic public opinion and ultimately detonate it completely.

"Is it just one factory that's on strike? How many people are on strike? Are there any casualties?"

Theresia asked with concern.

Even now, she still believes it was her fault, that she failed to fulfill her responsibilities as a monarch.

Nizere lowered his head slightly, his tone still calm. "The scale of this strike is not large, but we cannot rule out the possibility of Utopia's interference. My suggestion is to arrest the culprits."

"Perhaps we could ask if the taxes could be lowered a little further..."

"The fighting at the front is intense, and we must prepare for a protracted war. If the front collapses, our country will once again suffer the fate of being slaughtered. Your Highness, this is a necessary sacrifice, and we can no longer hesitate."

"The people don't need to understand you now; everything will be resolved after the war ends."

Nizere: "Our soldiers now need a stable rear area, providing them with stable supplies and channels of communication. Only in this way can they be invincible. Your Highness, you must be ruthless."

Theresia looked at her teacher and finally gave in to the suggestion to arrest the person.

"Alright, pass on my order: anyone who disrupts the war will be convicted of war crimes, including strikes and interference with normal national production and operations."

Arrest and imprison the strike leaders, but remember not to kill them, nor to beat or verbally abuse them; they must be treated well.

"Your Highness... you are as wise as ever."

Nizere's body merged into the darkness, seemingly to carry out His Highness's orders.

Now only Theresia remains, guarding the lonely candlestick.

Due to repeated supply disruptions, the power supply to the Kazdel front cannot be guaranteed until now, and can only barely supply the command post.

Although the war with Utopia has been going on for quite some time, there have been no casualties so far.

Unlike situations where there were no casualties, the economic losses at the border were enormous.

The same applies domestically. Due to the cover-up by the Shapeshifter Collective and Dukare, the actual strikes in China are not limited to the one reported by Nizere.

The reason the front lines are still barely holding on is entirely due to the secret factory that Huang Cao set up in Kazdel.

In other words, the metals and heavy industrial products that Little Te uses now are all produced in Master Huang's factory.

They even originated in Utopia and were secretly sent to the capital of Kazdel, and then from Dukare to the military camps of the Big T Small T.

In reality, the outcome of this war depended entirely on Master Huang's whim.

Just as Little Te was pondering how to break the deadlock, the sound of the Utopia High-speed Battleship firing its cannons echoed once again under the silent night sky.

At the same time, there were screams of agony as the factory was blown up.

Theresia felt her heart bleeding.