The epic of Tunisia
Joseph waved the Pamphlets at Joey: "Don't worry about that. I believe the rumors will soon die down."
"By the way, did your report also mention anything about Tunisia tribes?"
"Yes, Your Highness." Upon hearing the word "tribe," Joey's face darkened. "During the last major uprising, various Tunisia tribes sent warriors, each claiming credit for driving out the Guard Corps and therefore believing the government should treat them well..."
"Simply put, those large tribes are not very proactive in implementing government orders, and they even default on tax payments."
Joseph knew he was being diplomatic; what he really meant was that the indigenous tribes were disobedient and refused to pay taxes.
This is not surprising. Not to mention in the 18th century, even in 21st-century Africa, there are still many tribes that govern themselves independently, and governments are completely unable to manage them.
He asked Joey, "How many tribes like this are there?"
"Well, there are at least a hundred tribes..." He hesitated for a moment, but still told the truth, "In fact, only those small tribes of a few hundred people are very cooperative with the government."
Joseph frowned; it seemed this was a widespread phenomenon. This trend had to be stopped as soon as possible, otherwise, the longer it dragged on, the more these tribes would develop this habit and the more difficult it would be to control.
Ishaq suggested from the side, "Your Highness, perhaps we could select a few tribes that are most in arrears with taxes and send troops to punish them."
Joseph shook his head. Right now, there was a cognitive war waged against France; sending troops to attack indigenous tribes at this time would be helping the enemy, wouldn't it?
Moreover, our main goal is to assimilate Tunisia, rather than simply treat it as Colony, so we should try to minimize conflicts.
He pondered for a while but couldn't come up with a good solution. He sighed and decided to take things one step at a time and tackle the easier cognitive battle first.
He immediately looked at Joey: "Please help me find the best Writers from Tunisia, um, find a few more."
"Yes, Your Highness. In fact, Mr. Hilada is quite an excellent Writers."
Joseph nodded. He was the author of the previous "Analysis of the Origins of Tunisia," so he was an old acquaintance.
He then instructed, "Also, please begin preparations for the Star of France ' matches in Tunisia. Oh, you must have heard of the Star of France, right?"
"I've heard of it, Your Highness. I read the newspapers sent from Paris carefully every week. Actually, I'm very interested in this event. Both of my sons are participating, and the eldest even advanced to the second round in the Berry district."
"That's great. Please feel free to ask me any questions you may have about the details of the preparations."
"Yes, Your Highness."
The following day at noon, Hilada, who was serving as an internal affairs official in Tunisia City, and two other Writers arrived at the Villa where Joseph lived.
Hilada had been to the Versailles Palace, and when she saw that the person before her was the Crown Prince, she excitedly stepped forward and bowed respectfully, saying in perfect French, "Your Crown Prince, your arrival truly fills the entire Tunisia City with glory, and makes the ears of everyone in the city resound with the song of angels..."
Joseph thought to himself, "No wonder he's a writer; this flattery flows like water." He smiled and interrupted him, gesturing to the carpet, "Please have a seat."
After everyone was seated properly on the Wool carpet, Joseph had Coffee brought in and then got down to business. "Actually, the reason I invited you all here is to ask you to help me write a great legendary story into a novel, um... or perhaps a historical paper would also be fine."
Hilada expertly took out paper and pen, and nodded earnestly. "Please tell us the general content of this legend."
Joseph had already organized his thoughts last night, and now he spoke eloquently, "Long ago, on the vast Eurasia, there were all sorts of peoples, including the France, Tunisia Arabia, Tunisia Berbers, as well as the evil Ottomans and the cunning United Kingdom..."
"The Ottoman archmage Sofang forged a magical bracelet, known as the ' Magic Ring,' which he used to conquer the wealthy Roman Empire. However, the Magic Ring's power was too great, and Sofang was consumed by it, the Magic Ring ending up in some corner of the continent..."
Many years later, a Berbers Froi Froy accidentally obtained the Magic Ring and learned that he must travel to Constantinople and throw the Magic Ring into the volcano there to destroy it in order to save the Roman Empire...
"The Magic Ring possessed a seductive allure, and only Froi could resist its power. With the assistance of countless valiant France and skilled Tunisia Arabia archers, he repeatedly thwarted the sieges of the Ottomans and their United Kingdom allies..."
This story was so magnificent and beautiful, filled with heroic romanticism, that Hilada and the others forgot to take notes.
As dusk approached, when Joseph finally recounted how Froi had successfully destroyed the Magic Ring and how his friends had become the greatest heroes of the Roman Empire, several Tunisia Writers spontaneously burst into tears. "Praise be to our great Rome!"
"As long as our Roman Compatriots unite, we can defeat all evil!"
"So our ancestors had such legendary experiences..."
Hilada placed her hand on Joseph's chest with utmost seriousness and said, "Your Highness, I will surely make this history shine with its due glory again! I will let the world sing the praises of this moving epic!"
He almost without hesitation declared Joseph's story to be history, completely disregarding the magical elements interspersed throughout. This is probably what is known as the fanaticism of converts.
Several Writers skipped dinner and immediately began writing furiously on the second floor of the Villa. In just three days, they produced a monumental work of nearly 20,000 words, "The Lord of the Ring: Rome Adventures."
Joseph glanced at the manuscript, noting that it was about halfway through the first part, and then instructed Eman to send it to Joey and have it printed immediately.
Joey acted swiftly, sending the first batch of manuscripts to various parts of Tunisia just a day and a half later. Meanwhile, to facilitate the dissemination of the "epic" to illiterate Tunisia, he instructed local officials to send people to read the manuscripts aloud in the streets.
Public opinion reached a consensus almost instantly.
Throughout Tunisia, almost everyone is talking about Froi and his companions' adventures, proudly recounting the glory of their ancestors, detailing the thrilling battles, and even dressing up as characters from the book.
Anyone who dares to say something like "Tunisia have nothing to do with Rome" will immediately be surrounded and beaten by passersby—how dare you deny that your ancestor was a hero who escorted the bracelet? How dare you deny that you are a descendant of the great Rome? Who else would we beat up if not you!
As subsequent installments of "The Lord of the Ring" were published, a renewed wave of condemnation and denunciation against the villains Ottoman and the United Kingdom, swept through Tunisia.
Subsequently, two United Kingdom Spy fabricated the rumor that "Tunisia and Rome have no connection" were exposed. Inspired by their ancestor Froi, the Tunisia agents they had hired to spread the rumor surrendered to the Police without even asking for their wages and reported the two men.