"The kiosks inside Ruth's Wall have been built, right?"

"Yes, master." Shendai Lishi bowed slightly, raised his body and said, "Including the scope of the reclamation area, we have already greeted the local garrison corps, and the nobles also have the support of the major priests. ”

"It's okay, I'm just writing entertainment news casually, and besides, Ruth's Wall isn't Sheena, and we're not selling newspapers there." Yae Ji handed the paper in his hand to Kamidai Rishi: "Take it and print it, so that the people inside Ruth's Wall can have more fun." And over there in the reclamation area, you also have to combine work and rest, right? Otherwise, how can we create more value for the Eldia Kingdom? ”

This made the Yae Ji make Kamidai Rishi laugh secretly, and every bit of Yae Ji could make her feel happy.

It wasn't until Kamidai Riyo left that Yae Ji got up from his chair. At the thought of being "grounded" by Kalian, I couldn't help but sigh.

The heat is a precious resource, and it is only right to take the time to build a "solar-powered automatic rotisserie".

Speaking of newspapers, this is Ruth's Wall, one of the three great walls.

Theoretically, the people living inside the walls of Mary were at the bottom, and they did most of the dirty work, and the giants were the first to eat them when they attacked the walls.

Ruth's Wall is much better, although it is not the highest class in the Eldian Kingdom, it can barely be considered a "middle class".

And as the Mandate of Heaven Chamber of Commerce slowly activates the entertainment industry, various tricks and tricks attract many powerful people to play in Ruth's Wall from time to time.

Most of the magnates have properties in Ruth's Wall, and the land here is much cheaper and less expensive than Sheena's Wall.

Reading and literacy is not stressful for these people, and it is also for the "middle class" within Ruth's Wall. There are also some illiterate people, refugees and so on, so it doesn't matter, isn't there still a newspaper?

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

......

Many people noticed the strange little pavilion, and if the walk was long enough, they would find that every other distance there would be the same pavilion.

Not only is the style the same, but even the division area is very uniform.

Almost no one knows what it's doing.

Tozzo has a drooping face like a sac dog, and the uniform of the garrison corps on his body shows his "noble" atmosphere all the time.

Glancing at the weather, Tozzo sighed and came to the small kiosk called the newsstand.

He escaped the hardest and most tiring reclamation area, the windswept city wall, but he didn't escape the damn newsstand.

As for what the kiosk does, Tozzo doesn't know, isn't it all on duty anyway? What to look forward to? Is there anyone here who can still ask him for a drink?

Tozzo stood lazily beside the newsstand, and after a while he leaned against the wall of the newsstand with his hands on his chest.

The wind is rustling, and the morning sun shines through the leaves.

Tozzo recalls the previous night's indulgence in the tavern with his friends, and unconsciously takes a nap.

"Tutu Tu ~ "

The sound of a flintlock gun firing at high speed woke Tozzo, and he quickly straightened up, only to find a well-dressed young man driving a steam car parked beside him.

Tozzo couldn't help but swallow as he looked at the steam car that was so black that it reflected its sheen. This thing is the toy of those aristocratic gentlemen, and it is very valuable, much more high-profile than a carriage.

Many of the men in the garrison wanted to own a steam car.

Although this thing is not as fast as they can with a three-dimensional motorized device.

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

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

"Take a copy!" The young man bowed his head and popped out a coin by the way, "No need to look for it." ”

"Howler!"

The newsstand owner immediately took out a newspaper with the scent of ink and handed it to the young man.

The young man glanced at it, his face was first surprised, then sighed twice, returned to the car with a smile, and left with the accompaniment of "Tutu Tutu".

Tozzo was a little confused, could it be that these newsstands were for the service of the aristocracy? So why do you do so much?

"Master Jun? Don't read the newspaper? The boss in the newsstand poked his head out and asked with a smile.

Tozzo felt in his pocket, the coins had already been spent during the drink the previous day, so he shook his head and said nothing.

"Master Jun, it's free! Just give it back to me after reading it, it's boring anyway, so it's time to pass the time. ”

Seeing the newspaper handed over by the boss, it seemed to be printed with aristocratic pictures, which made Tozo, who longed for an aristocratic life, moved.

Taking the newspaper, Tozzo 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, didn't care at all, and went to greet other guests who were watching the excitement.

Tozzo sat down in the shade and picked up the contents of the newspaper.

"Shocked! Son of the High Clergy......"

Tozzo was interested, and in his opinion, the kind of figure of the Great Priest of the Wall Sect could already be equated with the nobles.

Son of the High Clergy...... This person who writes the newspaper is also a wonderful person, and he even calls people "the second generation of scholars"!

There was a clear hierarchy between the commoners and the nobility, and only those of the gendarmerie could get a glimpse of the life of the nobles, who were stationed in the corps......

Finally got the opportunity to learn about the life of the aristocratic lord, and Tozo couldn't wait to watch it.

"!" Seeing the last Tozo, he couldn't help but burst into a foul language, this article clearly wrote how a powerful taxi second-generation played himself disabled!

"If I had such a father, it would be too late to provide for it!" Tozzo thought, if he had so much money, what was he doing in the garrison corps?

At the end of the article, the last place where the second generation of the scholar was last seen was marked, and Tozo's heart moved, and he wanted to go and see the man.

It turns out that the magnates who were once high above also have the day when they fall into the dust.

The second generation of 'Natan' written in the article, isn't his current status even inferior?

To see the once great man?

Like Tozo, there are not a few people who have this kind of thought, and a sense of refreshment rises in their hearts when they see a "big man" fall into the dust.

Tozzo glanced at the sun and estimated the time.

The newspaper he was holding in his hand was not returned to the newsstand owner, and he would return the money tomorrow anyway, and this kind of story was the capital he bragged about with his friends in the tavern tonight.

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

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