With a decision, Wayne quickly got busy with the matter of writing the manuscript, took out the necessary paper and pen for the work, he tried to recall the experience of last night, and thought about it for a while before he conceived the general framework of the article and began to write.

If it's just a simple story, Wayne really doesn't have a high level, but fortunately, this time the news doesn't need to be made up, he just needs to write down all his experiences last night truthfully.

He had already thought of the title of the manuscript, which was called "The Second Reality: The Incredible World of 'Dreams'!", and then described the beauty of the dream world in detail from a first-person perspective, and then added some of his own specious subjective conjectures about the mysterious "Lord of Dreams".

In order to weave his personal experience into the paper manuscript with ideal rhetoric, it took Wayne more than an hour before and after to barely write an article that met his heart.

After a momentary pause, Wayne picked up the manuscript paper and checked it, and then a hint of hesitation appeared on his face.

"It's not so much news, it looks more like gossip from the neighborhood that I don't know, and it's very unreliable,...... Would anyone really believe that?"

Scratching his face, Wayne shook his head in the end, deciding that the draft would be like this.

But just when Wayne decided to stop writing, his brain suddenly went into a trance, and when he was awake again, he looked at the manuscript in his hand again, frowned, and suddenly felt a little dissatisfied.

'Hmm...... I always feel that this is not enough, it is too bland, why don't you add something eye-catching later?'

Wayne, who was in a trance, didn't notice that the crow elf who was standing on the table next to him was obediently combing his feathers, and a faint strange light flowed faintly in his pupils.

‘...... Well, there you have it, let's try this!'

After thinking for a moment, Wayne's mind suddenly went into a slight trance, and then he picked up the pen with a somewhat sluggish expression, and added a few paragraphs at the end of the manuscript that looked a bit like a business advertisement:

- [Are you lamenting and powerless for the suffering in reality?Are you full of sorrow and boredom?Are you disappointed in life?Are you afraid of the torment of nightmares?Then why don't you pray to the Lord of Dreams?] Legend has it that if you go outside to the sky in the middle of the night before going to bed, and make a sincere prayer, maybe the family of the Lord of Dreams will receive your prayers and bring you the blessing called 'Sweet Dream'. 】

- [A man who had been lucky enough to visit the world of dreams woke up and swore that he had been blessed by the gods, and left these words that seemed to have profound meaning: The dependents of the 'Lord of Dreams' are everywhere, and he has created the 'Dream' and is also in charge of the principle of the 'Contract', and while spreading the dream of hope in the world, he will also follow the principle of the contract and collect a fair price! Perhaps, the mysterious family members will respond, and the opportunity to change their fate will be presented. 】

After writing these two paragraphs, Wayne's mind suddenly cleared up, and as soon as his hand was released, the pen fell to the floor with a snap.

"Strange? I just ......"

Wayne frowned and looked at the pen that had fallen on the ground, he didn't notice that he was in a somewhat abnormal trance just now, but he just wondered how he suddenly couldn't hold the pen steadily.

"Forget it, so be it. Puzzled, Wayne decided to ignore the vignette, and then picked up the two paragraphs he had just written, and after scanning them, he smiled with satisfaction.

"Well, that seems to be a good thing, although it seems to be more like gossip somewhere, but maybe it is just the right thing to like for those idle and bored housewives?

In the past, Wayne's newspaper basically went to report the lace scandals of some low-power declining little nobles in an attempt to attract attention, but it was obvious that the performance of the small newspaper he worked for was getting more and more bleak. And now, looking at his freshly written manuscript, Wayne feels that he might as well try to change his style in the future.

As soon as he turned his head and saw the crow elf waiting beside him, Wayne's mood was even better.

With the help of the crow, Wayne felt that even if he wrote the manuscript this time, it didn't matter if Old Nick was still not satisfied. If it's a big deal, change jobs.

With the skills of Black Crow, which are very good in the journalist industry, he is now a 'elf collaborator', even if he wants to jump ship, it is not too difficult to come to those large newspapers.

In a good mood, Wayne let the crow incarnate himself back into his body, and then went out to the newspaper office with the manuscript.

Next, Wayne, who was not very confident, was surprised to find that his operation at the newspaper office was unexpectedly successful.

Old Nick originally had a very bad attitude towards Wayne, and even if Wayne took out the manuscript, he was dissatisfied and planned to pick on him.

To be honest, in the face of Old Nick's difficulties, Wayne, who had confidence, was already planning to go crazy on the spot.

As a result, before Wayne could turn his face, he saw old Nick, who was sitting behind the desk with his legs crossed, and suddenly seemed to be dizzy, and almost fell to the ground without sitting firmly.

And when Nick Sr. recovered, his attitude changed, and he seemed to be satisfied with Wayne's submission. Although he still didn't have a good face for Wayne, he agreed to publish his manuscript in a newspaper.

Old Nick's obviously contrasting abnormal attitude made Wayne feel a little strange, and secretly wondered if the other party was mentally abnormal.

But Wayne didn't meddle with it in the end, anyway, he has a lot of dissatisfaction with Old Nick now, and even if the other party is sick, it won't be his turn to worry about it.

In this way, after Wayne's manuscript was personally approved by Old Nick, it was typeset and printed by hand, and the next day it was published at the door of the bookstore set up next to the street through the channel of the newspaper.

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It was another early morning, and the citizens of the imperial capital went out of their homes one after another to start busy with their livelihood work.

Gentlemen who pass by the street and intend to go to work will buy a newspaper from a roadside bookstore, newspaper, etc., for the purpose of keeping up with the latest current events, or simply to pass the short leisure time at work.

The newspaper is a new form of entertainment brought about by the popularization of folk spiritual guide technology in various countries after the large-scale rise and development of spiritual guidance technology in the Western Continent in recent decades.

Smart people will be there everywhere.

Under the control of the policies of far-sighted rulers, the empire soon took into the hands of the government this important propaganda tool that could manipulate the direction of public opinion, and important information such as current affairs news and policy revisions and releases would be dominated by the large newspaper organizations that were directly or indirectly controlled by the official forces of the empire.

In this regard, the major imperial kingdoms of the Western Continent, which implemented centralized monarchical rule or aristocratic feudal rule, did a good job. The so-called 'freedom of speech' and anything like that don't exist here.

If you want to expose the scandals of high-ranking officials, nobles, and even royal children? Even if it can be done, it must have already obtained the tacit approval of the high-level.

Like the small newspaper where Wayne works, in fact, it can only do some painless lace news of the little nobles at most, and then there are some folk anecdotes and other reports, which can't touch the real mainstream public opinion of the empire at all.

However, this kind of newspaper produced by a small newspaper can still have customers who are more or less willing to pay for it, after all, it is quite appropriate to use it as an after-tea pastime.

However, because of this, the credibility and sales of the things recorded in these low-level newspapers are naturally inferior to those of those regular large newspapers.

"Ahh

The newspaper here is made in the shape of a folded pamphlet, and most of the contents are hidden, leaving only a part of the visible content on the surface for customers to decide whether to buy or not. And as long as the sticker is not torn and glued and folded, the customer can choose not to pay.

In such a situation, customers attach great importance to the credibility of the newspaper and the reputation of the corresponding newspaper, and often give priority to those newspapers that are more popular on weekdays.

After dropping the newspaper, the young man commented in disappointment: "Hehe, it's ridiculous! I don't know which stupid author wrote something randomly, instead of making up such nonsense all day long, it is more practical to write a little introduction to the local characteristic scenic spots!"

"That's right......" A middle-aged man not far away chimed in, took a newspaper that had been opened after paying for it, and then shook his head with some disappointment.

"It's strange, I used to remember that this newspaper rarely wrote this kind of manuscript that didn't seem to have any real material......

There are many situations similar to this young man and middle-aged man, not only on the streets of this imperial capital, but also in the major towns of the entire empire, and even in various countries with newspaper industries in the western continent, there are familiar scenes happening.

There are many customers who are interested in reading materials such as "special" newspapers that contain information about the "Lord of Dreams", but the number is very small compared to the total.

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On the roof of the newsstand, and among the branches of the green trees in the streets, wild birds such as sparrows and crows roost quietly, and their little eyes observe the scene on the street from time to time.

The humans on the street have long been accustomed to this, and they don't pay much attention to these wild birds at all, but they don't know that at this moment, the spirits of these wild birds are being connected by an imperceptible network, and thoughts and information are constantly being exchanged along this link.

"Chess pieces, how did you complete the mission?"

"There are a few clever ones that have a little bit of a hindrance to the mission, but with the use of backup methods such as "suggestion", it is not a problem. 』

"Hmm, are the tails of the hands clean, and be careful not to negatively affect my lord's credibility. 』

"It has been confirmed, and no traces have been left behind. 』

"That's good...... Ladies and gentlemen, let's count the results of the mission. 』

『......』

"Sure enough, the publicity effect of the small private newspaper is still insufficient, and the sales of the newspaper produced are too small. 』

"This can't be helped, there is official censorship behind the well-known large newspapers, even if we can hypnotize those lower-level ordinary editors to publish manuscripts, it is difficult to pass the review level without exposing it!"

"Even if the sales of small newspapers are not as good as those of the big well-known newspapers, at least they can barely be cared for. 』

"Indeed, statistics based on observations show that more than five out of every 100 people who buy a newspaper on average are willing to watch the articles published by the chess pieces we have prepared. 』

According to the Pope's plan, we must make our Lord known among the people of various countries as soon as possible, so as to increase the efficiency of expanding the number of believers! Otherwise, it will not be conducive to the subsequent negotiations. 』

"Let's take Backup Plan No. 3?"

"Vote. 』

"Yes. 』

"Seconded. 』

"Seconded!"

『......』

"According to the voting results, please ask your superiors...... Permission has been obtained to implement Programme No. 3. 』

"So—let's do it. 』

Silently, the wills echoing in the web of links in the minds of seemingly harmless birds quickly came to a consensus and went their separate steps.

Of course, on the surface, these birds are still normal, and they do not make any unusual moves - after all, they are just used by those mysterious wills as a platform carrier for eyeliner and temporary exchange of intelligence information, and they will not use these relatively conspicuous things when they actually carry out their missions.

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It was another morning, and the sound of chickens and dogs barking in the town came and went, and everything was revived by the gradually falling daylight.

People in every household have also started their busy day. Before that, however, something strange had happened in each household.

A housewife wakes up in the morning, just opening the curtains of her room in a refreshing mood, but is surprised to find a note with a strange article on the window in front of her.

"What is this?" Curiosity led the lady to take the note down and read it silently.

"Dream...... "I want to talk about "The Almighty Supreme of All Worlds" with more like-minded people, and pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find a confidant~