Squirrel Street.
There had been a lot of changes on this street recently. The most obvious one was that more and more people came to Squirrel Street because of its fame.
The merchants living on Squirrel Street had started to sell souvenirs. Among these souvenirs, the figurine of the loyal dog Hachi was the most popular.
The second small change was that the largest building on Squirrel Street, a four-story Gnome Pawn Shop, had completely gone bankrupt. The sign of the pawn shop had been taken off, and it had become the Black Pigeon News Center.
"Did you get any new information today?"
The Dark Elf was standing in the conference hall on the third floor of the building. In front of the Dark Elf was a round table with no empty seats.
Only a small part of them were human beings. Most of them were from some rare races.
They used to be members of the Black Pigeons, living in the shadow of Noland, living a miserable life. They sold information and did some shady business to make a living.
This situation ended when the Dark Elf and Josiah reached an agreement.
The Dark Elf didn't quite understand what Josiah meant by the insurance and housing fund. However, the Black Pigeons got a legitimate job as reporters, and they could afford to support themselves and their families.
Originally, such a shameful matter like scouting for information was also given a proper title of 'news interview'.
"Leader, the price of white crystal in the alchemy market suddenly increased yesterday," a Lizardman raised his hand and reported.
"Don't talk about this kind of price information!" The Dark Elf rejected the suggestion immediately.
"Then … Leader, there was a duel in Higher Magic Academy yesterday." Another young black pigeon raised his hand and reported.
"Did someone die?" the Dark Elf asked.
"No... no."
The Dark Elf shook her head in disappointment. After being a reporter for a few months, she not only learned some tricks of the profession, but also learned a lot from her experience.
These experiences made her no longer satisfied with boring "small news." What she needed was big news! Big news that could really make people excited.
"But there was blood, and it seemed that two nobles were involved in the fight," the Black Pigeon added.
"Perhaps we can report it this way. Remember to leave the interview materials behind," the Dark Elf replied.
A Gnome hurriedly ran into the Parliament Hall and handed a sealed scroll to another Gnome sitting at the round table.
"Leader! There was an explosion in an alchemy factory next to the Gearwheel River! "
"Bring people to the scene immediately!"
Just like that, the Dark Elves spent an hour sorting out the material for tomorrow's morning news.
Just as she was about to head to the Hearthstone Tavern, she saw a message from Josiah asking her to go to the tavern.
… …
The Dark Elf flew into the second floor of the Hearthstone Tavern.
"Qianmian, how's the situation with the black pigeons recently?" Josiah looked at the crow that landed on the ground.
Black light enveloped the crow's entire body, and it didn't take long for it to revert to its original form as a Dark Elf.
"I can only say that they're getting better at it. The Black Pigeons' job is to gather information. Your Highness Josiah, you've turned it into a legitimate job. The Black Pigeons are very satisfied with this steady pay."
"What if you leave?" Josiah asked again.
"…"
This question stunned the Dark Elf. She suddenly remembered that her job wasn't a reporter, but a guard of the Fourth Princess of the Devil World and an avenger.
After the Mana Net, the Dark Elf could communicate with the Fourth Princess every day. This allowed her to gradually focus on her job as a reporter.
Noland's peaceful life made the Dark Elf forget about her days as an Inquisitor and her bloody hatred for them.
"Are you sending me to assassinate someone?" The Dark Elf was trying to guess the reason why Josiah wanted to transfer her away.
"It's not an assassination. It's just an interview mission. I need to go to another country. It might take about 15 days to a month."
Josiah took out a map of the Land of Frost and spread it on his desk. He then pointed at the fortress at the border of the Land of Frost.
"The Land of Frost might have a major civil war recently."
"Civil war?"
The Land of Frost was very far from Noland. The Dark Elf couldn't understand how Josiah knew about this country.
"Yes, it's the civil war caused by the 12th Prince of the Land of Frost, Cheil. You can also make it into a revolution."
Josiah told the Dark Elf about the information he got from the Frost Owl.
The Dark Elf listened quietly to Josiah's narration. The more she listened, the more excited her hands began to tremble.
She was excited because her reporter instincts told her that this was the "big news" she wanted!
The prince personally caused civil war in the country and pointed his sword at the nobles of the Land of Frost! This news alone was enough to attract the attention of the entire Noland, or even the whole world.
Secondly, the cause of the civil war that Josiah mentioned was the Heresy Judge of the Kingdom of Saint.
"If the prince's plan succeeds, it will be a bloody blow to the Heresy Judge," the Dark Elf said softly.
"What you need to do is to record this civil strife with your camera." Josiah said, "This is not a short news interview, but a follow-up report. I hope you can record everything that the prince has done. During this period, you can interview some of the local residents about the prince, or if there's a chance, directly interview the prince himself. In short … what you need to do is a documentary, not a simple news report."
After saying this, Josiah looked at the Dark Elf again.
"This will take a long time, and it's in an unfamiliar country. If you're not willing to accept this mission, you can tell me."
"Of course I'm willing! Royal Highness Josiah! "
The Dark Elf took a deep breath to calm her excitement.
This mission not only allowed her to witness the death of the Heresy Judge, but also allowed her to capture epic news as a reporter.
The only regret was that Princess Diana couldn't follow her to the Land of Frost.
"Very well, I will send you to the Land of Frost through the border fortress of the Demon Realm. You can tell me any material requirements you need." Josiah still believed in the Dark Elf's control of the camera.
After such a long period of training, she had long become a qualified photographer.
"But after you leave, will the black pigeons still be so enthusiastic about their work?" Josiah asked the only thing he was worried about.
"To make those black pigeons obedient, only two things are needed. The first is money, and the second is deterrence." The Dark Elf shared her experience of managing the black pigeons for so many years. "Royal Highness Josiah, you've already provided them with money, and I'm the deterrence to make them obey. During my time away, I suggest inviting the watcher named Pester to stay in Noland for a while."
Josiah remembered the watcher named Pester. She was loyal to her sister, Cersei, and was also a Blood Breed.
At that time, she followed her sister's orders and ran to Noland, wanting to bring Josiah back directly.
"Her?"
"Pester stayed in Noland for a while, and was one of the founders of the black pigeons. Although she has left, she has enough prestige in the black pigeons," said the Dark Elf.
"Looks like I can only ask my sister and see if she can let her come to Noland for a while."
"Then let me prepare, Royal Highness Josiah."
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