"The newsstands in Ruth's Wall are all finished, right?"

"Yes, master." Shendai Lishi bowed slightly, raised his body and said: "Including the reclamation area, we have already greeted the local garrison corps. There are also major priests on the noble side."

"It's okay, I just write entertainment news casually. Besides, Ruth's Wall is not Hina, and we are not selling newspapers there." Yaeji handed the paper in his hand to Kamidai Rishi: "Take it to print and let Ruth know The people inside the wall have more fun. As well as the reclamation area, don’t you have to combine work and rest? How else can you create more value for the Eldia Kingdom?"

This made Yaeji let Kandari laugh secretly, and every bit of Yaeji made her feel happy.

It was not until the departure of Kamidai Toshi that Yaeji got up from the chair. The thought of being "foot-footed" by Karen couldn't help but sigh.

The huge heat is a precious resource, so it takes time to build a "solar automatic barbecue machine".

Let's talk about the newspaper. This is Ruth's Wall, one of the three giant walls.

Theoretically speaking, the people living inside the Wall of Maria are at the lowest level, and most of the dirty work is done by them. The giant attacked the inside of the wall and was the first to eat them.

Ruth's Wall is much better. Although it is not the highest class in the Eldia Kingdom, it can barely be regarded as a "middle class."

And as the Destiny Chamber of Commerce slowly activates the entertainment industry, various tricks have attracted many powerful people to play in Ruth's Wall from time to time.

Most of the rich and powerful have real estate in Ruth's Wall. Compared with Hina's Wall, the land here is much cheaper and the consumption will be much less.

Reading and literacy are not stressful for these people, and the same is true for the "middle class" in Ruth's Wall. There are also some illiterate people, refugees, etc., that’s okay, don’t there still be newspapers?

Yaeji didn't expect the newspaper to make much money, and it was enough to guide public opinion.

......

Many people have noticed that strange little pavilion. If you walk long enough, you will find the same pavilion every some distance.

The styles are not only the same, but even the sub-regions are also very uniform.

Few people know what this is doing.

Tozo drooped his face like a sacred dog, and the uniform of the regiment stationed on him showed his "noble" aura all the time.

Taking a look at the weather, Tozo sighed and came to the small pavilion called the Newsstand.

He escaped from the reclamation area where the supervision was the most painful and exhausting, and the city wall was guarded by the wind and sun, but he did not escape the **** newsstand.

As for what the newsstand does, Tozo doesn't know, isn't it all on duty anyway? What to look forward to? Could there be someone here who can't find him for a drink?

Tozo stood lazily next to the newsstand, and after a while he changed his arms around his chest and leaned against the wall of the newsstand.

The wind and sand blew, and the morning sun shined through the leaves, mottled.

Tozo recalled the indulgence with his friends in the tavern last night, and unknowingly took a nap.

"Tutututututu~"

Tozo was awakened by the high-speed continuous shooting sound like a flintlock gun. He straightened up quickly and found that a young man in elegant clothes was driving a steam car and parked aside.

Tozo looked at the black to reflective steam car and couldn't help swallowing. This thing is a toy for those noble lords. It is very valuable and much more high-profile than a carriage.

Many men in the garrison wish to have a steam car with a look.

Although this thing does not run as fast as they use a three-dimensional mobile device.

"This is the newsstand?" the well-dressed young man asked.

"Yes, sir, do you want a copy of today's newspaper?" The boss in the newsstand smiled.

"Take a copy!" The young man nodded and ejected a coin by the way, "No need to look for it."

"Good Le!"

The kiosk owner immediately took out a newspaper with the fragrance of ink and handed it to the youth.

The young man glanced at him, his face was surprised at first, then he tweeted twice, then returned to the car with a smile, and left amidst the accompaniment of "tutututu".

Tozo is a little confused. Are these kiosks for the nobles? Why do you do so much?

"Military Lord? Read the newspaper?" The boss in the newsstand poked his head out and asked with a smile.

Tozo touched his pocket. The coins were all spent while drinking yesterday, so he shook his head without saying a word.

"Military master, it's free! You can return it to me after reading it. Anyway, it's boring, just pass the time."

Seeing the newspaper handed over by the boss, there seemed to be noble-style pictures on it, which made Tozo, who yearned for a noble life, moved his heart.

Taking the newspaper, Tozo also explained: "I didn't bring any money today. Even if I bought this newspaper, I will pay you back tomorrow."

The smiling boss waved his hand, not caring at all, and went to greet other guests watching the excitement.

Tozo found a cool shadow and sat down, reading the contents of the newspaper.

"Shocked! Son of the Grand Priest..."

Tozo came interested. In his opinion, the figures like the great priest of the Mural ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ can already be equated with the nobles.

The son of the great priest...this newspaper writer is also a wonderful person, he is called the "second generation of scholars"!

There is a clear distinction between civilians and nobles. Only those in the gendarmerie can understand the lives of the noble lords. They are stationed in the corps...

After finally getting the chance to understand the life of the noble master, Tozo couldn't wait to look at it.

"Fuck!" Seeing the last Tozo couldn't help but burst into swearing. This article clearly wrote how a powerful and powerful second-generation taxi crippled himself!

"If I had such an old man, it would be too late to make a payment!" Tozo thought, if he could have so much money, why would he stay in the garrison?

At the end of the article, it also marked the place where the second-generation celebrity last appeared. Tozo's heart moved, and he wanted to see that person.

It turns out that the powerful and powerful people who used to be aloof also had the day when they fell into the dust.

The article says that the second-generation taxi "Natan" is not even inferior to him now?

Go see the big man once?

Like Tozo, there are many people who have this kind of thought. Watching a "big man" fall into the dust, a sense of refreshment rises in their hearts.

Tozo looked at the sun and estimated the time.

The newspaper in his hand was not returned to the newsstand owner. He would return the money tomorrow anyway. This kind of story is the capital he bragged with his friends in the tavern tonight.

Waiting until the lunch break, Tozo couldn't wait to head to the alley marked in the newspaper.

When Tozo arrived at the place, he found that the originally dark and narrow alley was already crowded...

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