In the morning, when Lizzie walked into the classroom, the room was filled with an eerie atmosphere.

For some reason, she came to the school building late, and by the time she was ready to enter the class, there were already many students in the room.

As usual, the young apprentices split into small groups to discuss what they were interested in, and occasionally burst into laughter over someone's inappropriate remarks. But when she sat in the room for a while, she vaguely felt a different atmosphere.

The apprentices all had the newspaper they had just had this morning in their hands, and they were discussing it quietly and pointing at the contents of the paper. This was not a strange thing in the old days, and it was not surprising that these young apprentices were quite interested in the current fashion, and discussed what was in the newspaper or magazine.

Today, however, there seems to be a change in the content of the discussion, and almost all of them revolve around the writing of "Old Town", "Garrison", "Natural Disasters", and "Royal Scrivener's Office". A few of the apprentices also had a slightly uneasy look on their faces.

What's going on?

Lizzie lazily propped her elbows on the table while resting the back of her hand against her cheek. On the outside, she looks like she's not interested in the discussion around her, but in reality, her ears have reached out to the nearby groups that are still expressing their opinions on the content of the newspapers.

Unfortunately, she arrived a little late, and by the time Lizzie's attention was focused on what they were discussing, the focus of their discussion had shifted from what was alive to something else. Lizzie could hear them criticizing the incompetence of the garrison, but she was confused about what really mattered.

Glancing at the small groups that were still chattering nearby, they all had different newspapers in their hands. They belong to different newspaper lines. But from the front page of the newspaper she could see, there was a photo with a 100% similarity in content.

That's a really interesting thing. Lizzie glanced at the newspaper in the other direction, which was almost entirely occupied by identical photos. Next to the photograph where I couldn't see the specifics. It also uses sensational decorative techniques to match the paradoxical text columns.

It seems that when he was not in the city, there was some big news in the city - looking at the nervous looks on the faces of these students, could it be a murder?

Liqi, who didn't know that Curt was the one who had experienced the incident, yawned and prepared to contact Curt at the end of the day's classes to see what was going on with him.

"Leinst-san, have you read today's paper?"

But her doubts had already been answered before Curt could be asked. Mio Disstad, a girl who Lizzie described as a "nagging little girl", approached her with a newspaper. No doubt, the newspaper in her hand also published the same picture on the front page.

The newspaper in Mio Distad's hand was called the Highway Daily, and it was a newly emerging newspaper. It is said that the business owners were able to achieve success by working hard after the war. Taking advantage of the good fortune, he bought a new office building near the central square.

The newspaper seems to be so famous because of their distinctive reviews that attract the attention of most people. Legend has it that the journalists who work for the Highway Daily are cynical people who dare to defy authority and hit the nail on the head every time they comment.

Even Lizzie, who was born in the family of Leinster, who never subscribed to a newspaper, knew that there was such a newspaper and probably could imagine how effective the Highway Daily's propaganda methods were.

"What happened...... Look at all of you putting on such expressions. Without hiding her curiosity, Lizzie took the Highway Journal from Mio Disstad, and said, "It's just a murder or something......

As she said that, the second half of her sentence choked in her throat - because she finally saw what was in the picture.

At the other end of the street, a row of buildings of no more than two or three stories is arranged. Suddenly, a cluster of plants about the size of a building grew. The body of the plant is covered with tiny white flowers, and in the depths of the layers of white flowers, there is a flower the size of a small room waiting to bud.

After a moment's pause, Lizzie's gaze looked at the caption of the picture. It's on the other side of the photo. The huge font spelled out the sensational headline, "Is the Presence of Tree Spirits on the Streets of the City a Natural Anger or a Deliberate Attack?" and next to it was written in small print: "The garrison retreats on all fronts, and the Scribe Bureau wins the merit."

It's a wicked title. Lizzie pursed her lips disdainfully. But what is described in the title is really quite compelling, sighs. Reluctantly, Lizzie looked at the text of the story below the photo to see what the newspaper was saying.

"Early hours of yesterday night. There was a horrific scene on Strand Street, which alarmed the garrison.

Two drinkers who had just left the 'Horn Tavern' to return home suddenly heard gunshots nearby. When they rushed over to take a look, they saw that many citizens had gathered near the empty houses. Soon, however, they were driven away by the men of Grosted, the second officer of the garrison, who had arrived at the news.

At the time they expressed displeasure, but were asked to leave by the security officers in the name of 'safety first' - in fact, they expressed their gratitude to the security officers who asked them to leave, because some time later the building was destroyed by a tree spirit that suddenly appeared.

According to the reporter's interview, we learned that the guards tried to stop the attack of the dryads, but they suffered heavy losses due to the poisonous gas released by the other side, so they had to block the streets to prevent the danger from expanding. In the end, it was the members of the Royal Scrivener Bureau who rushed to the scene after hearing the news.

When asked about this case and the sudden appearance of the tree spirit, the dialect of the garrison said: "We are investigating the reason why the tree spirit appeared in the downtown area, and we do not rule out the possibility of illegal spells." But until we have accurate information, we can't say anything. ”

A spokesman for the garrison declined to provide further information, but he cautioned as follows: "Although we do not know the exact situation at this time, we are sure that there are people who are carrying out operations that endanger the safety of the citizens." It is the duty of anyone to report their current clues to the garrison. ”

Feel free to flip back, and the next few editions are all tracking reports of this event.

The opinion of the "Highway Daily" did not obviously criticize the garrison, but only analyzed the causes and consequences of the incident as "objectively" as possible. Judging from what they investigated, the garrison lost dozens of men for this incident, and in order to solve it, the Scrivener Bureau only sent a few people.

Reading a newspaper, Lizzie must admit that the pen is sometimes sharper than the sword.

The Highway Daily, which boasted of its views, praised the work of the Royal Scrivener's Office, but made no mention of the hard work of the garrison. Judging from the results, it was indeed the members of the Scribes' Bureau who burned the flower that was about to bloom and established the meritorious deeds that were more noteworthy, and if they had not arrived in time, the damage would have been inevitable.

However, even so, Lizzie did not think that the efforts of Grostide and the Garrison could be ignored, and if it had not been for the fact that they had dispersed the citizens living near the building where the dryads appeared, many people would have been implicated in the first spread of the toxin.

In fact, they did not succeed in protecting the people in the vicinity, but they were able to reduce the number of losses to the current number.

It is a pity that the newspapers are almost one-sided in their criticism of their inaction.

Just kidding—and Lizzie would love to say that to the newspaper members who attacked the garrison—if it weren't for the fact that the guards they had fanatically vilified had done something, the reporters at their own newspaper wouldn't have known if they would have been lying on their hospital beds looking at the ceiling, and might have lost their lives.

"It's scary, isn't it...... It's a dryad - and it's the kind that spreads toxins. Mio Disstad was obviously mistaken about the look on Lizzie's face, "I've seen it in the illustrated book before...... Such monsters will mercilessly kill those who enter their territory. ”

Her voice trembled slightly: "But the illustrated book says that they only grow in the primeval forest that is inaccessible, why are these dangerous animals, uh...... Do you know that's my house around that -- and it's still quarantine!"

Although Mio Disstad misunderstood what Lizzie was trying to say, there was something wrong with what she said. Normally, dryads are found in inaccessible forests, and in a city as high as Katris, they are undoubtedly looking for water in lava.

It's just that this is a generality - it can still be done by some unusual means. For example, using spells to transform plant seeds is a very effective method. In particular, it allows a tree spirit to grow rapidly from scratch, and at the same time has a high-intensity attack ability.

The garrison is certainly not a rice bucket, and with the ability of the spell advisors on their team, it is not difficult to deduce whether or not a thing has been affected by magic. Even though the spokesmen of the garrison claimed to be "afraid to assert", Lizzie still felt that what came out of their mouths should be "ten".

So, what's going on?

Lizzie handed the newspaper back to Mio Disstad, who was still chattering, still thinking about the cause of the dryad. She wasn't very interested in what this "nagging little girl" was talking about, and it could almost be said that she was going in and out of her ears.

She inexplicably felt that this matter was related to the people she was investigating with Curt now, and an indescribable sense of disobedience was entwined in her thinking circuit. (To be continued!)

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