Mysteries: Arcana Wars

Although this journey seems short, due to the rugged terrain and complex road conditions (some roads cannot even be called "roads"), it takes much longer than you imagined to travel this route.

Leonard and Miss Christine kept watch that night. Early the next morning, Evan distributed a simple breakfast to everyone, and then everyone packed up and set off.

After walking in the dark and winding cave for a whole morning, Miss Christine flicked her tail and led El into a hole in the ground that was one person wide. Klein and the other two looked at each other and squeezed in.

The cave was narrow and steep, and the group carefully half-slid and half-walked for thirty minutes before they clattered out of the cave and landed in an open passage.

Klein looked up at the inconspicuous hole on the side. It was obvious that this was not a regular road, but a one-way road. Miss Christine and Evan were indeed giving them a shortcut to save time.

After drilling in the stone cave for such a long time, they came to a fairly decent passage. Judging from the regular street lights on the wall, this was a passage that was still in normal use, and there were a few people rushing along in sight.

Miss Christine stood on Evan's cat bed, looked around, and led everyone to continue on their journey.

After walking for a while, a voice full of surprise and joy came from behind the crowd.

"Evan? Miss Kristen? Ah! I didn't expect to see you here!"

The man who came was a middle-aged man who looked to be in his forties. He was carrying a box as tall as himself, with several wheels underneath. This allowed him to push or pull the box on flat ground, and in some steep places he could just bend over to carry the big box. This required a lot of strength, so the man looked very strong, even taller than the ashes assassin Froda yesterday. Evan and Miss Christine looked like old, weak, and disabled people in front of him.

"Just call me Henry." The sturdy man motioned to the others, "Evan, what are you doing?"

"It's just the boss's job." Evan winked at the burly man, signaling him not to ask too much about the guests' backgrounds. "Guests, this is Henry, one of my colleagues. He is one of the newspaper sellers in Evernight Harbor."

"Newspaper seller?" Fors suddenly became curious.

In the 14th century of the Sixth Epoch, she had never seen the legendary newspaper seller on the street. In the era of the decline of paper media, paper newspapers are more often found in some coffee shops, transportation hubs and other places for people to pass the time. Almost no one would go to a public place to pick up a newspaper, but they would just pick up a newspaper to pass the time while waiting for the bus or drinking coffee. Nowadays, the real profit sector of newspapers and magazines is still mainly electronic publications.

In Backlund Underground City, the Internet and communication signals could not penetrate every corner. Not all underground cities had stable television signals, so paper media once again became a stable means of information circulation in the underground city.

Seeing Fors's interest, Henry briefly introduced the newspaper vendor business in Evernight Harbor. Some newspapers in the underground city are shipped from the ground, and occasionally some are directly printed in the underground city's factory. Some underground city rulers will spontaneously purchase a certain amount of newspapers, while some underground city residents rely on newspaper vendors like Henry to purchase newspapers. The latter actually don't have the habit of reading newspapers every day. At most, they buy a newspaper and read it casually whenever they see a newspaper vendor.

Evernight Harbor's main business is intelligence and transportation, so of course it has more newspapers to sell than others. As for sales, Henry smiled and didn't say anything. Klein guessed that Evernight Harbor had both orders purchased by the rulers of the dungeon and individual orders sold by newspaper boys in the Fifth Epoch.

"We usually form a group of four or five people, and we go around the routes we are responsible for. One person sets out every day, and he will complete a fixed sales task on a fixed route, and finally return to Yongye Port to pick up new newspapers and set out again. This way, our customers can buy new newspapers every day."

Henry introduced it enthusiastically, but he was careful to avoid the details of the route and the customer's underground city.

As Fors listened, she became more and more curious, so she thought about buying a few copies. It must be said that these newspapers were shockingly expensive, ten times the price of those on the ground. Not only were there fewer choices, but there was also a certain lag, and it was almost impossible to buy newspapers of the day. Henry was on his way home now, and there were not many newspapers in the box, so he gave Fors one of each type. The dates of these newspapers were not on the same day, some were three days ago, and some were even five days ago.

"Hey, you also have the Tile Reading Newspaper?" Fors asked in surprise, "I didn't expect that such a third-rate newspaper could be spread to such a place."

"Ma'am, you must be from the earth, right?"

Henry keenly captured the key words.

"I know that people on Earth are all educated and tasteful people. They read world classics, tomes written in the Grunt language of the last era, and literary masterpieces. They look down on these messy little stories and think they are not presentable and are low-class stuff.

"But if they think it's bad, what does it have to do with us? I just like to read it, so what? I can't understand those pretentious things anyway, and if I can't understand them, then they are all tasteless!

"To be honest, maybe the scholars above hate this newspaper, but the Tile Reading Newspaper sells very well here! At least I like it!"

For those literary men, the Tile Reading Newspaper really has no taste. To put it bluntly, it is just a newspaper that provides a large number of brainless and cool novels every day. In Klein's opinion, most of them are toilet paper novels like Long Aotian and Mary Sue. Even if there are some sections on other topics such as poetry and prose, these sections account for too small a proportion, and only take up half a page of newspaper space.

"Uh...actually I also like Tile Reading Newspaper."

Fors scratched his head awkwardly and agreed.

"Very good, indeed, you are a person with great taste!"

Henry was not stingy with his praise and gave Fors a thumbs up. When he was excited, Henry even opened the newspaper and pointed at Fors.

"I'm telling you, my favorite is still "The God's Chosen Blacksmith". You see, this blacksmith has forged the only golden legendary sword in the world, and now he has killed the Viscount of the First Empire! Soon he will kill the Marquis of this country, and then he will kill the Earl, the Duke, and then directly kill the King of the First Empire.

"This is not the end. After killing the king of the First Empire, he will go to the Second Empire and kill their viscount all the way to their king. Then he will go to the Third Empire and the Fourth Empire..."

This is too much water!

Fors couldn't help but shout in her heart.

I thought so in my mind, but I still quickly flipped through the four-day-old edition of Tile Reading Newspaper. Sure enough, the poetry section of that day was filled with other people's poems.

This made Fors a little dazed. She realized that she had not submitted any manuscripts for more than a month. It was impossible for the new Tile Reading Newspaper to have her poems.

"I didn't expect you would be interested in the poetry section." Henry was surprised.

"What? Don't you usually read these little sections?"

"Well, it's not that I don't watch it, it's just that I don't quite understand it..."

Henry scratched his stubble.

"Isn't this prose just a running account? I don't know why this person can have so many insights just by frying fish... As for poetry, it's even harder to understand. Look at what this person wrote, the azure sea and the pale sun... I just think it rhymes..."

Then Henry had an idea.

"Well, there was a poem written by an author before, and I can understand the general idea. It was about a detective solving a case on the Tussock River... But it was just a general idea. I could only tell that it seemed to be telling some interesting stories, but you know, poets always like to use various methods to make good words incomprehensible.

"Speaking of this, it suddenly occurred to me that I haven't seen this author in the poetry section for more than a month."

As he said this, Henry sighed.

“It would be nice if this author wrote a novel.”