Pirate God-Level Reporter

But when they calmed down, the fog that had been shrouded in people’s hearts dissipated somewhat, and people began to gradually consider the doubts in this matter.

Why would a king, who has always loved his people like a son, actually use rain inducers on his own land?! This is simply harmful!

Why do statements directed at the king always begin in the most turbulent regions, at the most unstable times !?

When I looked back at the report carefully, some wise people gradually thought of these questions, and there seemed to be a glimmer of understanding in their hearts.

“That’s it! The king is a very wise king! I will never do such a thing that hurts the country! ”

“It turns out that someone is targeting the king behind his back! Damn, don’t let me catch this kind of guy! ”

For a while, there was a lot of discussion, and the long-standing suspicion of the king, the fear of war was slightly dispelled.

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At this time, on the deck of the ink boat, Ping Xiaozheng quietly raised his head and watched a large flock of white pigeons in the sky gradually drift away.

The scene before you is spectacular, hundreds of white pigeons spread their white wings, fluttering lightly against the rising sun, slowly rising on the calm sea.

From a distance, the white pigeons are arranged in different patterns, as if they are playing, but if you look closely, you will find that each white pigeon is flying along a different trajectory.

“Don’t worry, Mr. Pingxiao, Little White Pigeon will soon send the newspaper to all parts of the country.” The light and shadow of the little orange stood beside Ping Xiao and said with a smile.

“Well, I’m not worried about this, Little Orange does things, I’m relieved.” Ping Xiao nodded slightly, looked at the little orange standing beside him, and smiled.

The little orange who was praised seemed to be a little shy, and she lowered her head embarrassedly, and her cheeks turned crimson humanely.

Ping Xiao did not speak again, but continued to raise his head and look at those white pigeons, flying in the clouds, slowly disappearing from sight.

Those white doves in the sky are the “postmen” that come with the journalist system, and every newspaper will be sent to various places by those white doves.

When there are no missions, the white pigeons stay in the pigeon cages of the building, fed by the food exchanged by the system for survival points.

That is, the more survival points, the more white pigeons the system can bring, and the more places the newspaper can be delivered.

This is why the system needs survival points, not only to maintain operation, but also because many functions of the system need survival points to be used.

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Somewhere in the sea within the Kingdom of Alabastan.

A large ship with a crocodile bow is quietly moored here, the flag hanging on the mast is fluttering in the wind, the winged skull looks majestic, and the two sharp swords crossed behind the skeleton add a bit of murderous aura.

It is famous all over the world, considered a national hero by the people of the Kingdom of Alabastan, known as the sand crocodile, one of the seven martial seas of His Majesty, and the pirate ship of Shah Klockdar.

“Bang!”

The sand crocodile, who was lying on the chair, basking in the sun comfortably, and looking at the newspaper, suddenly threw the newspaper in his hand aside at this time, and stood up with a gloomy face.

“Who sent this report!? Who is Mo Zhou!? After taking a few steps in place, Klockdar almost gritted his teeth and muttered to himself.

At this moment, the good mood of the sand crocodile was disturbed by this newspaper.

Originally, his plan should have been seamless, but now he was actually published in the newspaper by such a guy who had never heard of it!

In addition to shock, the sand crocodile is now more angry. Seeing that he could immediately drag the country completely into the quagmire of the civil war, the sand crocodile immediately got closer to his goal.

But suddenly such a guy, who seems to know the ins and outs of the matter, also published such a report, which threatened his plan.

Could it be that someone is eyeing him?! Is there anyone other than myself who also fancy that thing?!

The sand crocodile took a few steps on the deck, looked at the sea, and fell into deep thought.

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Juba, or as it should be called the city of the rebel army now.

It used to be an oasis in the kingdom of Alabastan, but now all that remains is endless yellow sand.

Because this is where the disaster was the worst, this is also where the rebellion first began, and the largest rebels were stationed here.

On this day, as flocks of white pigeons landed in the camp, newspapers quickly spread among the rebel soldiers.

Suddenly, there was some commotion in the camp, and the rebel soldiers gathered to discuss the authenticity of the newspaper report.

“Is it true?! The king was framed !? ”

“Then isn’t the rebellion we launched wrong!?”

“How is that possible!? We rose up against the king for the future of this country!? ”

The rebel soldiers gathered in pairs to discuss, and some of them even began to waver in their determination to rebel.

But many more persistently did not want to believe the contents of the report, believing that the rebellion was only to overthrow the king and build a better country.

The rebel soldiers’ controversy intensified, and some even quarreled over the report.

Soon, however, some rebel cadres stopped the fighting in the camp and confiscated all the newspapers.

“Chief, what do you think about this!?” In the council chamber, the rebel cadre Farafola held a newspaper in his hand and looked at Kosha, who was sitting in a chair in deep thought, and asked.

The other rebel cadres also held a newspaper in their hands, and everyone’s expression was solemn, and they raised their heads to look at the leader Kousha.

“Although there is some truth in it, it may be the king’s rhetoric.” After a few seconds of silence, Kou Sha spoke, “Before this, we hadn’t even heard of Mozhou’s name. ”

The rebel cadres all nodded, and things had come to this point, although Mo Zhou’s report may be true.

But these rebels, who were completely disappointed with the king, would not easily believe such a statement.

“Don’t take care of this newspaper, everyone go according to the original plan!” Kousha closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, threw the newspaper aside, and said: “Trim here for a few days, we set off for the capital!” ”

“Yes, Chief!”

All the rebel cadres answered in unison, turned around and left one after another, leaving Kosha alone, sitting on a chair and stunned.

“Kobra, your tricks can’t fool me! The future of this country must not be in your hands! Kosha muttered in a low voice, looking at the newspaper that was still on his side.

The sun shone on Kousha’s face, and Kousha’s expression was calm and determined.

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