Sacred Gazette ......

This kind of newspaper, written and distributed jointly by the Holy See and the government, is almost the most popular, authoritative and prestigious publication of this century.

Even in the realm of the Demon Gate, where there was only blood and fighting, there were reporters and editors of the Holy Newspaper who followed the Holy Cult Army all day long, and even though they wanted to transmit the battle situation on the front line back to the newspaper headquarters in the fastest and most direct way.

What is even more shocking is that in this newspaper, there can even be negative information about the Holy See that a clergyman has violated the decree and has been dismissed and punished.

This kind of reporting is supposed to be the government's use of this means to suppress the religious opinion of the Holy See, but the citizens of the empire are the ultimate beneficiaries, which is a very apt word to describe it...... Loved.

As a result, the sales volume of the newspaper reached nearly 1 billion per day!

You know, the population of the entire empire is less than 1 billion......

Some people think that the front-page information in the Holy Journal has a higher popularity than the Pope's Word!

Of course...... And that's not all.

A newspaper covering the whole empire could not be treated equally, and among the upper echelons of the Holy See, the parishes, or some important members of the government, there was also a newspaper of their own, which contained information that only their circles were worthy of.

The newspaper was published as a 'sound film' and every Monday was delivered to the various districts by a special courier, and those who were qualified to read the newspaper were to be recorded urgently.

And the film is softened in one go, which means that after it is played once, the entire film is flattened and turned into a silent record that leaves no information.

......

At 11:30 p.m., a small town near the edge of Vilnes.

The town has no name, no steam train stops, and the only way to get there is a horse-drawn carriage, and to describe its location, you just have to say to the coachman, 'Out of Vilnys, go 20 kilometres west'.

The city of Vilny's proximity to the waterfront was a unique protective barrier during the Second Demon Invasion.

Because when the void rift opened, those demons didn't know where they would be when they came out, so there were many poor people who fell into the sea as soon as they rushed out, gurgling and sinking to the bottom.

As silly as it sounds, coastal cities are much less damaged than inland cities.

And the industry here is not so developed, the power given by the steam can be compensated for by the sea, the sky is clear, the air is fresh, and it is more like a place to stay than London.

And in a roadside teahouse in that nameless town, a few old people were chatting as usual.

Young people yearn for life in the big city, and when they leave, they also pack up the freshness and hope of the town with them, leaving only some old people to fish, drink, chat, sleep, blow the sea breeze, and watch the sunset;

That's pretty much all life in this town, slow, cozy, quiet......

At this time, the sun fills the streets, and the cool sea breeze shines a little warmer.

The door to the tea room was suddenly pushed open, and a man dressed as a postman walked in.

"Today's Daily!" He said with a big smile.

An old fisherman was just drowsy, and after hearing the voice, he opened his eyes slowly: "Isn't it usually delivered in the morning, why did you send it at noon today?" ”

Another old man, who had been soaking in wine for decades, yawned: "What do you care about, you can't read." ”

"That's right~"

The old fisherman changed his position without paying attention, and soon fell asleep in his chair again.

And in this tea room, one of the few literate old men slowly stood up, his figure was a little rickety, his face was easy-going, wearing the most ordinary cloth clothes, judging from the pair of over-the-knee rubber shoes on his feet, he was also a fish for a living, the only thing that might be a little eye-catching was that the white hair on his head was extremely hard and erect, like countless pale pine needles.

"Is there anything interesting in the newspaper today?" The old man walked slowly towards the door, ready to take the newspapers.

"I don't know." The postman laughed, and then as if something had suddenly occurred to him: "Oh, but it seems that your journal has a new issue." ”

"Really?" The old man smiled, took the newspaper back to the table in the tea room, and put it down gently.

The midday sun was so warm that several fishermen around were enjoying the most pleasant moment of the day, no one cared about today's newspaper, and no one cared about an old man slowly pushing open the door and walking out.

The long street of the town was cleaned by the sea breeze, the old man walked towards his home, and the postman also distributed today's newspaper along the way, although the two people did not seem to have any relationship, but the young postman was very subtle and always appeared around the old man, not far or near, and never one step ahead of the old man.

After more than twenty minutes, the old man returned to his home, a blue brick house by the seaside, which looked no different from other fishermen's residences, except that the first rays of sunlight would pass through his window every day.

As it happened, the postman happened to distribute the newspaper to the neighborhood, and he naturally came to the old fisherman's room and knocked on the door.

"Please come in."

When the postman heard the sound, he pushed the door open and walked in, and then gently closed the door again, as if he were afraid of disturbing the sunlight shining in through the window.

Then, with great reverence, he knelt on one knee, his back straight, and struck his fist the left side of his chest; At the same time, a portable record was also taken out.

"There are some stories in today's issue of the Holy Journal that may be of interest to you."

There was clearly a surging in his voice that could no longer be suppressed:

"Dante.......