The next day, in the Hearthstone Tavern's Hall of Silence.
"Welcome to the Voice of Noland's Daytime News. I'm Pluck … Late last night, the church in Noland's Alexis Street was seized by the law enforcers. This church was built in Noland by the Holy Church eighty years ago, and is the only church of the Holy Light in Noland. It's said that the Noland law enforcers found a privately built teleportation circle in the church's basement without permission. Currently, the teleportation circle has been dismantled by the Noland law enforcers."
Pluck the Trickster sat in Noland's Hall of Silence. After reading the draft, he looked at Josiah, who was standing outside the Hall of Silence. Josiah gave him a thumbs up.
This faceless demon with four adopted children, although he maintained the image of a middle-aged uncle who wasn't talkative, he still had a certain standard when it came to broadcasting. It was just that it sounded a little stiff at the beginning.
"No matter how I think about it, it's not worth it."
The Dark Elf Qianmian was also outside the Hall of Silence. She stared at Pluck, who was holding a draft inside the Hall of Silence, and let out a sigh.
The contents of the draft were all 'intelligence' that the Dark Elves had gathered yesterday. If they were to sell it to someone who needed it, it would definitely fetch a good price.
But now …
The Dark Elf opened the Weave, and with a light swipe of her finger, the interface of the Voice of Noland appeared in front of her.
On the clean page, apart from the title of the 'Daytime News' and the name of the broadcaster, the most eye-catching thing was the current number of listeners. More than 17,000!
This was a huge number. Although it was insignificant compared to the population of Noland, the intelligence that the Dark Elves had gathered yesterday was equivalent to giving it to these 17,000 people for free.
When a piece of intelligence lost its exclusivity and became known to everyone, it also lost its value.
"It's enough to let more people hear our voice, or be willing to believe us. You treat intelligence as a commodity, but here … intelligence is a weapon."
Josiah could understand why she sighed. No matter who it was, they wouldn't be happy if they gave their goods to others for free.
"Weapon …"
The dark elves could guess why Josiah was doing this, but it was still unknown how much of an impact this would have on the Church. But in the Hall of Silence, Pluch's next words reminded the dark elves.
"In the near future, the scene in the basement of the cathedral will be sent to the Noland's Voice section of the spell casters' forum by the on-site reporter. Listeners who are interested can go and watch it."
"Even the photos are to be made public?"
The Dark Elf was a little hesitant. She thought that Josiah was going to use the photos as a bargaining chip to threaten the Church.
"The news pursues the truth. No one will believe it without evidence. Those photos are the most convincing evidence. Could it be that … Miss Qianmian, the photos you recorded are the kind that can't be shown on camera?"
After Josiah found out that the dark elf's codename was Qianmian, he no longer called her by her race name. And she kept her promise. After returning to Noland, she became Josiah's subordinate and became a contracted reporter in Josiah's entertainment guild.
"Impossible. The way to use this magic-powered machine is similar to a bow and arrow. Since I was born, I haven't missed more than 10 shots."
Although it was her first time using the 'magic-powered camera', the dark elves had already displayed sufficient talent and proficiency in this aspect.
"If that's the case, then there's no problem."
Josiah gestured towards the door, and the Frost Elf Taylin, who had been waiting outside, walked into the Hall of Silence with the World Tree in her hands.
At present, the speed of the magic net was so slow that it made Josiah a little crazy. It was very slow to upload the recorded photos through the personal magic net terminal, so it was much faster to upload them directly from the root service.
"Just put the magic-powered camera next to the World Tree."
The dark elf took out the magic-powered machine under Josiah's instructions. The World Tree also cooperated and stretched out its roots to grab the camera. The Inscription of Order flashed on the roots, and the World Tree absorbed the photos stored in the magic-powered camera.
"It … listens to you?"
This was the first time the dark elf had such close contact with another elf race's World Tree. For an elf whose race had been wiped out, the World Tree was something far beyond her reach.
But in the dark elf's memory, the World Tree of her race had never listened to any of the dark elves' prayers, let alone the command of a demon like now.
"This … should be put like this. If you've raised a cat, you'll understand this feeling."
Josiah scratched the leaves of the World Tree and began to post directly on the spellcaster forum through the root service.
The World Tree had its own consciousness, but it was more like an animal's than a human's. It might also be because the World Tree was too young now.
The dark elf silently watched this scene, not knowing what to say. The World Tree was the elf race's sacred relic. If one of the great elders of the frost elf race was still here and saw someone teasing their World Tree like this, they would probably choose to fight to the death with Josiah.
As the last frost elf, not only was Taylin not angry, but she was also amused by the interaction between the World Tree and Josiah.
It really is a pet … the dark elf sighed.
Five minutes later, a post titled "Evidence of the church secretly building a teleportation circle in the basement of the church" appeared in the Noland's Voice section of the spellcaster forum.
The dark elf glanced at the person who posted it. The name was Darkfeather Arrow. This was the name she registered in the forum. Back then, Josiah had even teased this name, saying "why not change feather to moon?" Of course, she still didn't understand Josiah's teasing.
However, the post wasn't posted by her, but by Josiah.
This didn't surprise her. In the world of the Weave that seemed to be completely fair, Josiah was the only god. The rules of the Weave were all written by Josiah, so it was naturally easy for him to intervene and change things.
"The photos … are indeed impeccable."
Josiah roughly glanced through the photos taken by the dark elf. Almost none of them were blurry. All of them were abnormally clear, and taken from very tricky angles.
One of them clearly captured the construction of the teleportation circle, but no one could be seen in it. The other was a group photo of the Noland's law enforcement team and the church's Sacred Army.
There were also photos that were specially made to highlight the church's Sacred Army and the teleportation circle. Josiah secretly made a gesture of drawing a bow. In the end, it had to be said that this was a photo taken by a first-rate archer.
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