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Chapter 1696 Firelight (Long Chapter, Requesting Monthly Tickets)

"It's unlikely that Keminda will be elected."

Serth, holding a stack of documents, quickly approached and looked at Christos, saying rapidly, "According to the poll data we obtained, he is still slightly behind Svino overall."

"Is the data accurate?" Christos turned his head.

“It should be accurate,” Sert said slowly. “This is different from those polls that outside media outlets do for money to guide public opinion. This is something we did ourselves, and we spent a lot of time and money investigating these data.”

"We made it ourselves?" Christos looked at Sert with some doubt.

"It's a new project launched by Ino Media," Sert said quickly, looking at him. "It was initiated last year in the social research project team, but we didn't have much experience, so the research results weren't very good. At the end of last year, we poached some people from Morning Light Daily to build up the team. This is their first public opinion poll."

"Is that accurate?" Christos hesitated for a moment, then asked cautiously again.

“They used a clumsy method,” Sert said thoughtfully. “They surveyed city by city. This method is time-consuming and labor-intensive, but it is much more accurate than other methods. Moreover, our own polls are unbiased, and I think they are the most accurate polls.”

"So Keminda's data isn't very good?" Christos looked at him.

“Actually, strictly speaking, the data is a bit better than we expected,” Sert continued slowly, taking the documents in his hand and walking to the desk next to him to spread them out. “He has gained a certain advantage in the eastern and southern regions, and also has support in some cities in the western and northern regions.”

Christos raised his hand, unfolded the map, and stared at the various markings on it.

The cities on the map are painted in two colors, blue and purple, intersecting like jagged teeth. However, it can be vaguely seen that the blue is mostly in the north and west, and the purple is mostly in the south and east.

"There are actually more cities supporting Keminda," Christos said with some surprise, staring at the densely packed colored blocks on the map.

“Yes, we were also surprised when we got this result,” Sert said with a touch of emotion. “Besides the sphere of influence of Dawn City and the Nolanca Group, as well as Winter City, Kaya City and several other cities with obvious K deeds, there are also many smaller cities that have a strong tendency to vote for Keminda.”

Christos looked slightly puzzled. "Criminda's campaign team has limited funds, and many of these cities probably only have the most basic vote count."

“Yes,” Serte nodded. “Theoretically speaking, Keminda’s propaganda in these cities should only be enough to let the residents of these cities know him roughly, or even understand him. Under normal circumstances, it is almost impossible for these cities to support him.”

“Tell me why,” Christos said, taking a sip of his coffee and looking at Sert with a smile. “Stop keeping me in suspense.”

“It’s because of ‘K’,” Sert said slowly.

Christos paused slightly, then looked down at the dots on the map. "Did we also deploy K's videos in these cities?"

“No,” Sert shook his head. “In many cities, anything related to ‘K’ has been banned by the municipal government. We don’t know how they saw ‘K’ videos or learned about ‘K’s’ deeds. When we conducted polls, we found that there are a large number of K’s followers in these cities.”

"These followers are mainly young people, but there are also many middle-aged people, as well as some elderly people with higher education. Many of them are students, and quite a few are online bloggers."

He lowered his head, staring at the map, and said with a touch of emotion, "Many supporters of 'K' believe that Kminda is a follower of 'K', and Kminda's own doctrines are very similar to 'K', so these supporters spare no effort to promote Kminda on various decentralized websites."

"These cities blocked information related to 'K,' but not to Keminda, since Keminda is a legitimate presidential candidate."

"Therefore, Keminda even became synonymous with 'K' in the networks of these cities. They used the name of Keminda to promote the deeds and claims of 'K' and gained a large number of potential supporters,"

Sert looked up at Christos, “This has given Keminda a lot of exposure in these cities and garnered many supporters.”

“The world is truly amazing,” Christos said with a long sigh after taking a sip of his coffee.

“Yes,” Sert nodded slightly, “Some of these cities are even completely controlled by conglomerates, cities without any information about ‘K’. We’re all wondering how the earliest ‘K’ information came from these cities.”

He raised his hand and pointed to some cities marked in blue on the map. "Those cities that support Svino also have K's followers. They are also promoting 'Kminda,' but for various reasons, the effect is not as good as those cities that support Kminda."

“Are these ‘K’ followers organized?” Christos asked in a low voice.

“No,” Sert shook his head. “Most of them were spontaneously drawn in by the story of ‘K,’ then formed small groups, which then recruited new members and formed new groups. There wasn’t a systematic organization, but they all had online communication groups.”

“Some followers in certain cities have set up open websites, but they can only be accessed through specific web addresses. We cannot access them in Dawn City. However, these websites are mainly for communication and have not formed a clear, organized group.”

He looked at Christos and smiled, "However, they all really want to come to Dawn City and see for themselves. They think you're also a follower of 'K'."

“In a sense, that’s not wrong.” Christos shrugged with a smile, holding his coffee.

He stared at the map on the table, quietly looking at the colored blocks, as if he could see cities and people moving between them.

“To be honest,” Sert interjected, also looking down at the map, “I’m still surprised that so many people know about ‘K’ and that it has formed such a huge force that it can even influence the presidential election.”

Christos paused for a moment, then looked up at the towering buildings and city outside the window and said in a low voice, "No barrier can stop the flow of thought."

“This world is truly wondrous,” Selter sighed, looking down at the colored blocks on the map. “However, even though he has more cities supporting Keminda, he is still at a disadvantage in the election.”

“The cities that firmly support him are all small or new cities with relatively few electoral votes. The only large cities are Dawn, Elan, and Winter. Considering the total number of electoral votes, he has few electoral votes and is trailing by a significant number of votes.”

“Small and new cities are generally directly controlled by a single conglomerate,” Christos said slowly. “The conglomerates exploit and oppress these cities more intensely and ruthlessly, making them more likely to support Keminda.”

"Large cities and established cities are larger in scale and generally have multiple conglomerates that compete with each other. Although there are monopoly alliances, things don't go too far, and the conflicts aren't that sharp. Plus, with Svino's ubiquitous advertising, it's quite normal to support Svino."

Seth lowered his head, staring at the map below, and sighed, "Keminda's foundation is still too shallow. Those who support Keminda in the polls now may not actually vote for him in the end. He will most likely lose."

“Losing is normal,” Christos laughed. “We never intended to win on the first try. If we play a few more times, we’ll have a chance.”

“Hmm.” Sergey nodded, his gaze fixed on the map.

Jingle Bell--

Just then, the telephone next to the desk suddenly rang with a crisp ring.

"Hello, this is Christos." Christos answered the phone.

A faint, rapid sound came from the other end of the phone, and Christos's expression gradually darkened as he listened to the narration on the other end.

After finishing his call, Christos hung up, picked up the tablet on the table, clicked on a link, and quickly began reading.

"What's wrong?" Sert looked up at Christos.
Christos did not answer him immediately, but instead lowered his head and stared at the map in front of him, his gaze focusing on the upper right corner of the map.

The cities in this region are mostly blue, filling the entire area.

“Tell me,” Christos said slowly, “is it possible for the northeastern region of the Federation to support Keminda?”

“Are you kidding me?” Sert said with some surprise. “Svino has been the mayor of Willens for so many years. The northeastern part of the Federation is his base. If we want the cities in the northeast to support Keminda, we might as well try to bring Wetland into our camp.”

“Take a look at this.” Christos sighed and handed the tablet computer to Sert.

Serth hesitated before taking the tablet from Christos. He gazed at Christos's face, then suddenly realized something and said hesitantly, "Judging by the time, is it our old friend?"

“See for yourself,” Christos said softly, pointing to the tablet.

"Let me see." Sert took the tablet and began browsing its contents.

His gaze gradually became absorbed in it, and soon he had finished reading the entire content.

After a brief pause, he put down the tablet, looked up at Christos, and said, "It certainly seems like the style of our old friend. I just didn't expect that such a huge bomb was buried in the northeastern part of the Federation."

He rubbed his temples. "I was wondering why this old friend didn't cause any big commotion this time. Turns out he went straight to defuse the bomb."

“This is quite a commotion, they just didn’t contact us,” Christos said in a low voice. “Later, you should contact the Nolanca Group. Dawn City and the Nolanca Group will provide some disaster relief funds to help comfort the citizens affected by the disaster in the twenty-six cities in the Northeast.”

“Okay,” Sert nodded, his gaze fixed on the map on the table, his eyes lingering on the area in the upper right corner. “But do you really think that the twenty-six cities in the northeast will switch to Keminda? The election is less than a month away.”

“It’s unlikely that all of them will switch sides,” Christos shook his head. “However, it’s possible that some cities will change their stance. With our old friend’s methods, Note Intelligence will probably be involved in a lot of scandals, and Svino will not be spared either.”

“If that’s really the case,” Sert stared at the map on the table, “Criminda could very well win the election.”

He looked up at Christos. "Should we inform Kminda about this?"

“No need,” Christos shook his head, turning his gaze to the city outside the window. “He’s already on a plane heading to the northeastern part of the Federation.”

“This guy is quite astute,” Sert remarked. “He really has a chance to become the president of the Federation this time. A president at forty is very young in the entire history of the Federation.”

“Yes,” Christos picked up his coffee, walked to the window, and gazed at the towering city buildings. “I just don’t know if it’s a good thing or a bad thing for him.”

Seth behind him also fell silent.

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Shanlin Villa
“Mr. Levy,” the aged-looking servant placed a cup of coffee in front of the white-haired man, “the master has gone to the wilderness to monitor the movements of the alien beasts and will not be back for the next few days. You are welcome to tour the villa at your leisure.”

Levi glanced down at the coffee in front of him, then said slowly, "Are you sure the Legion Commander didn't receive my invitation?"

“To be precise, the master did receive your invitation,” the servant said slowly, “but that was already the afternoon of the next day. The incident you encountered in Willens has been resolved, and the old man wishes to let you know of his apologies. If you have any other needs, please feel free to ask.”

"Did he really not come that night?" Levy frowned and asked further.

“Yes, Mr. Levy,” the servant stood up and said with a hint of apology, “you may call me if you need anything.”

After saying that, he slowly backed away, preparing to leave the room.

Levi lowered his head, glanced silently at the coffee in front of him, and then slowly stood up. "That's all, I'll come to visit another day."

“Your coat and hat,” the servant said, walking to the coat rack and picking up the coat and hat, handing them to Levy.

"Thank you." Levi put on his coat and top hat, and walked out of the room.

Soon, he walked through the old and quiet corridor and left the villa.

As he approached the villa's entrance, he paused slightly.

In the garden in front of the villa, a neatly dressed elderly man was watering the flowers with a sprinkler.

This was the old man who had accompanied him into the northeastern region that night to capture the angels of the Desire Witch Cult.

Director of the Federal Bureau of Investigation.

Calvin, later