Era of Breakdown

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"Have the newsstands in Ruth's Wall been constructed?"

"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 regiment, and the nobles also have major priests to support them."

"It's okay, I'm just writing about entertainment news casually, besides, Ruth's Wall is not Hina, and we don't sell newspapers there." Yaeji handed the paper in his hand to Shendai Lishi: "Take it to print, let Ruth's Wall The people inside the wall have more fun. There is also the reclaimed area, don’t you have to combine work and rest? Otherwise, how can you create more value for the Kingdom of Aldia?”

This made Yaeji make Shen Dai Lishi laugh secretly, and every point of Yaeji could make her feel happy.

Yaeji didn't stand up from the chair until Shendai Lishi left. Thinking of being "grounded" by Karen, I couldn't help but sigh.

Huge heat is a precious resource, and it takes time to build a "solar automatic barbecue machine" to be the real deal.

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

Theoretically speaking, the people living inside the Wall of Mary are at the bottom, and they do most of the dirty work. The giants attacked the inside of the city wall and were the first to eat them.

Ruth's Wall is much better. Although it is not the highest level of the Aldia Kingdom's class, it can barely be regarded as a "middle class".

Moreover, as the Destiny Chamber of Commerce gradually activates the entertainment industry, various tricks have attracted many powerful people to play in the Wall of Ruth from time to time.

Most of those dignitaries have real estate in Ruth's Wall. Compared with Hina's Wall, the land here is much cheaper, and the consumption will be much less.

Literacy is no pressure for these people, nor for the "middle class" inside Ruth's Wall. There are also some illiterate people, refugees, etc., that's okay, isn't there a newspaper office?

Yaeji didn't expect the newspaper to make much money, as long as it could guide public opinion.

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Many people have noticed that strange little pavilion. If they walk long enough, they will find that there is a similar pavilion every other distance.

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

Almost no one knows what it's doing.

Tozo's face drooped like a dog's, and the uniform of the garrison regiment on his body showed his "noble" atmosphere all the time.

Glancing at the weather, Tozo sighed and came to the small kiosk called Newsstand.

He escaped the reclamation area, which was the hardest and most tiring to supervise, and the city wall guarded by the wind and sun, but he didn't escape the damn newsstand.

As for what the newsstand is for, Tozo doesn't know, isn't it always on duty anyway? What to look forward to? Is it possible that someone here can ask him to drink?

Tozuo stood lazily next to the newsstand, and after a while, he folded his arms and leaned against the wall of the newsstand.

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

Tozuo recalled the indulgence with his friends in the tavern last night, and unknowingly took a nap.

"Thuk Thu Thu ~"

The sound of high-speed continuous firing of flintlock guns awakened Tozo, and he straightened up quickly, only to find that a well-dressed young man was driving a steam car and parked aside.

Tozo looked at the steam car that was so dark that it reflected its luster, and couldn't help swallowing. This thing is a toy of those nobles and gentlemen, it is very valuable, and it is much more high-profile than a carriage.

Many men in the garrison hope to have a steam car.

Although this thing is not as fast as they use the three-dimensional mobile device.

"Is this the newsstand?" asked the well-dressed young man.

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

"Take one!" The young man nodded, and popped out a coin by the way, "You don't need to look for it."

"Good!"

The newsstand owner immediately took out a newspaper that smelled like ink and handed it to the young man.

The young man glanced at it with surprise on his face, then clicked his tongue twice, returned to the car with a smile, and left with the accompaniment of "chug chug".

Tozo was a little confused. Could it be that these newsstands serve nobles? Why do you do so much?

"Master Jun? Do you read the newspaper?" The boss in the newsstand poked his head out and asked with a smile.

Tozuo touched his pocket, and the coins had already been spent while drinking yesterday, so he shook his head and said nothing.

"Master Jun, it's free! Just return it to me after you've finished reading it, it's boring anyway, just pass the time."

Seeing the newspaper handed over by the boss, which seemed to have aristocratic pictures printed on it, Tozo, who yearned for aristocratic life, was moved.

After receiving the newspaper, Tozuo explained: "I didn't bring any money with me today, so I bought this newspaper, and I'll return it to you tomorrow."

The smiling boss waved his hand, didn't care at all, and went to greet other guests who were watching the fun.

Tozo found a cool place to sit down and read the contents of the newspaper.

"Shock! Son of the High Priest..."

Tozo became interested. In his opinion, a figure like the Great Priest of the Wall Cult could already be equated with the nobles.

The son of the great priest... the man who wrote the newspaper is also a wonderful man, and he is called

The "Second Generation Scholars"!

There is a clear distinction between civilians and nobles. Only those in the Gendarmerie can understand the lives of the nobles. They are stationed in the Corps...

After finally getting the opportunity to learn about the life of the noble lord, Tozo couldn't wait to watch it.

"Fuck!" Tozuo couldn't help but swear when he saw the end. This article clearly stated how a second generation of powerful and powerful taxis crippled him!

"If I had such a father, it would be too late to pay for it!" Tozuo thought, if he could have so much money, why would he stay in the garrison?

At the end of the article, it also marked the place where the second generation of celebrities last appeared. Tozuo's heart moved, and he wanted to go and see that person.

It turns out that the dignitaries who used to be high above will also fall into the dust one day.

The second-generation taxi 'Natan' mentioned in the article, isn't his current status inferior to him?

To see the former big man?

Like Tozuo, there are not a few people who have this kind of thought. They watched a "big man" fall into the dust, and they felt a sense of refreshment in their hearts.

Tozo looked at the sun and estimated the time.

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

After waiting until the noon break, Tozo couldn't wait to go to the alley marked in the newspaper.

When Tozo arrived at the place, he found that the originally dark and narrow alley was already crowded with people...

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