The newsboys who were selling the supplements everywhere this morning immediately made them aware of what had happened last night.

"What? His Majesty Emperor Sassen XVII died? What's going on?"

"Oh my God! Bring me a newspaper!"

The people who had just opened the door of their houses to clean the dirty street in front of them heard the terrible news from the mouths of the newsboys, and immediately put down their brooms and other things, regardless of whether they were illiterate or not, and hurriedly rushed to buy today's newspaper and a special supplement with passers-by, and asked the literate people in the surrounding neighborhood to get up.

The bard Marne Grant sang and drank on Hurgana's Chinese New Year's Eve, and was living in a rare tavern and falling into a slumber brought by inferior ale, when suddenly the mixed footsteps of "Winter, Winter, Winter" suddenly sounded downstairs, followed by a piercing creak, and the tavern owner with a big belly and a mustache and a group of people rushed into his room.

"Marne! Wake up! Wake up, Man!"

"Abba Abba ......"

Hugging the soft futon, the drunken Marne smashed his mouth, completely ignoring the tavernkeeper's shouts.

"Damn it, Kir, go get a basin of water! You guys, come and help me drag this drunk down!"

Seeing that the only literate bard was still hungover, the tavern keeper hurriedly ordered the waiter of his tavern to get a basin of water, and in order not to wet the bedding in his tavern room, he had the group drag Marne out of bed, and then took the basin and threw it at him.

"What's wrong? What's going on?!"

The cold wind in Hurgana in March was still bitter, and Marne was splashed with biting ice water on his face, and immediately woke up with a shiver, and after a short recuperation, he looked in horror at the neighbors who were staring at him fiercely.

Could it be that he was hungry ten years ago and couldn't help but go to a yard to steal a pickled cabbage, and the matter was discovered? But pickled cabbage is not worth a few dollars, why are they so excited?

"Hurry up and wipe it, hurry up and wipe it!"

The tavern keeper brought dry cotton cloth and asked the aunts to rub their long wet hair for Marne, and with a flattering smile, he handed over two folded newspapers and said:

"Marne, read to us illiterate people what is in today's paper! The newsboys on the street just now shouted terrifyingly, saying that the old emperor died last night, and the new emperor ascended the throne or something big!

I'm sorry for today's incident, and to apologize, you can stay with me for free for ten days!"

"Newspapers? The old emperor died?"

Ma En was wiped dry by a group of neighborhood aunts, and was eaten a lot of tofu, covering his chest like a girl surrounded by perverts, but when he heard the tavernkeeper's words, he immediately reached out and took the two newspapers, spread them out, and began to read them in the expectant eyes of everyone:

"Hmm...... "The Evil Conspiracy of the Black Mage, All the People in the Twelve Blocks of the Slums Die", hiss! Dark Mage!"

Everyone in the room immediately stepped back in fear, as if something terrible had appeared beside him at the sound of Marne's words, and Marne's face was full of horror.

As a bard who travels north and south to collect folkloric songs and stories, Marne is no stranger to the legend of the Dark Magi, who can desecrate and manipulate the bodies of the dead, and curse the living to make them lose their lives.

Legend has it that more than 200 years ago, the Imperial Mage's Guild joined forces with the Templar Church to hunt down this group of dark magicians, but this group has always operated in the shadows of the Empire.

"Goodu!"

Marne swallowed in fright and continued to read:

"It is reported that on the New Year's night of February 30, the black magicians set up a large-scale sacrificial circle in the slums, and sacrificed more than 1,000 people as sacrifices to evil gods......

"Don't read it, Marne, what we want to hear is the news of Her Majesty's promise to reduce commercial and agricultural taxes!"

The tavernkeeper couldn't stand the terrible news, and interrupted Marne's words and said, Other

The person nodded in agreement with each other.

"Well, I won't read this anymore!"

Ma also felt that this news was full of ominousness no matter how he looked at it, and continued to look at the next headline:

"New Chinese New Year's Eve, the Greg Chamber of Commerce and the Textile Guild will light up a thousand lanterns...... Well, it's not either."

"Xinglan Industrial Park distributes sugar, oil and cotton New Year gift boxes to employees...... Ah, I really envy the employees of the industrial park, but this is not ......."

"In the spring, the commercial alliance agricultural cooperative issued small loans at low interest rates......

Marne flipped through the first newspaper several times, but couldn't find the news the tavernkeeper wanted.

"Look at this one!"

The tavernkeeper reminded him of another newspaper that Marne had kept beside him.

"Oh, there it is! Prince Fairmode Akhlica led a rebel army to assassinate His Majesty the Emperor of Pulit at the New Year's Dinner of the Imperial Court, and His Majesty the Emperor died of his wounds, and the Empress Dorothea Ahlika urgently ascended the throne as the 18th Empress of Sassen...... Anya is on top! His Majesty the Emperor has really died!

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"Shhh

The newspaper has been on sale for almost twenty or thirty issues, adhering to the principle of striving for accurate and truthful news, and has won the recognition of many aristocrats and scholars in Hurgana, and with the support of Princess Dorothea, it is now considered an official media.

And the people also continued this recognition, and when the people in the room heard the news, they naturally did not question the idea, and immediately showed a look of horror and worry.

Although they are not sensitive to politics, ordinary people also know that political turmoil will definitely have a huge impact on their lives, let alone a huge change such as a change of dynasty, if the new emperor adds a few percent of their taxes, then their lives will be much more difficult.

"When Her Majesty was still a princess, she was so kind and beautiful, it shouldn't have increased our taxes, right? I heard the newsboy say that Her Majesty seems to have promised to reduce agricultural and commercial taxes, and look what is going on!"

The tavern owner rubbed his hands nervously and hurriedly reminded.

"Let me see...... Well, it is true that Her Majesty the Empress has announced that the tax on all peasants in the empire will be reduced by 10 percent, and my God, this is a merciful move, and the commercial tax will be reduced from 10 percent to 8 percent."

Marne was amazed.

"Eight percent! Boy! Then I can earn four or five more gold lunds in a year! What a merciful Majesty! Anyah, I will go to the Templar Church to pray for Your Majesty!

Marne, you can stay in my tavern for free for fifteen days, and Kiel, and every guest who enters the restaurant today will receive a free glass of ale, of course, the cheapest kind!"

When the tavern owner heard of this reduction in business taxes, he was immediately overjoyed, and his ball-like figure jumped on the spot in a way that was out of the ordinary.

"That's really good, my family's small wooden workshop can almost earn dozens of silver marr more!"

"Your Majesty is truly merciful and beautiful, and I think Her Majesty must be as upright and noble as the knight king in the story!"