Anxi regretted speaking those words right away.

Easy only applies to Yang Buchen; I don’t have that knack for effortlessly sparking Radiance myself.

“The person I’m looking for could be anywhere on the continent. I don’t have the time to waste too much effort here. “

{But… }

{Chenchen, it’s still two days before we arrive. How about you help the villagers a bit more over there? My heart aches for them. }

Anxi, getting goosebumps, turned to look at the woman by the stern.

The latter languidly stretched her waist, feigning a weary expression.

Yang Zicang hesitated inside the blanket and said, “We won’t stay here forever to drive away wave after wave of raiders for them. But… alright, actually I just suggested starting a small newspaper to offer some encouragement to the trapped people. Well, that’s it for now. “

The two, having initially heard that the Chairman didn’t plan to stay to spark Radiance, felt a swell of anxiety and disappointment. Yet at the words “starting a small newspaper, ” they froze, mouths half-open as if dumbfounded.

After a long moment, once the Mental Link disconnected, they said in unison, “As expected of the Chairman. “

With that, Anxi shot Yao Xiaoqin a contemptuous glare. She, in response, tugged her collar tighter, lifted her chin, and met his gaze without yielding.

……

The next day, soldiers from the Duchy of Telanaxi’s fleet came to the village to loot and plunder.

A great deal of the middle-class’s gold, silver, and fine belongings were seized, though luckily the grain wasn’t heavily taken.

By noon, the first edition of the newspaper had already been designed.

Yang Zicang looked it over; apart from some jokes he couldn’t understand and criticism of a few previous misdeeds, there were also calls to help those without clothes or food.

“Let’s get it set up in the square this afternoon, ” one person said.

“It can’t be done, ” another, wearing blue cloth shoes, promptly retorted. “At least not until tomorrow. Haven’t you seen those soldiers still marching into the mountains? “

Under the azure sky, several long lines of people far off in the distance were still heading into the mountains. Yang Zicang shook his head and began building his vocabulary through conversation.

To be fair, the magic patterns Hua Mi had taught everyone were incredibly useful. Unfortunately, only those with mental strength at Tier 3 and above could truly unleash their potential.

Newspapers were unheard of around here, and books were even rarer treasures.

When it was noon on the third day, this board newspaper set up in the square immediately drew a crowd of onlookers.

Even theFishing Tax Regulations, something nobody would normally give a second glance, had gathered well-dressed townsfolk around it, critiquing and discussing it. So this blackboard paper, created specifically to help people kill time, was even more captivating.

Its timing was simply incredible.

“They actually dare to put up a propaganda board at a time like this. “

Outside the bustling circle of people, two men hiding their faces under straw hats stretched their necks in surprise to peer at the content on the board.

“Ma Shuo, what’s that character after ‘tribe’—’initiative’? “

“It’s supposed to say something like, offering ‘help’ to people who have ‘no food’… “

The slightly shorter young man turned his head to look at his companion, whose ears had pointed tips.

“It’s a proposal about everyone helping each other, huh. This…“

“Damn, do folks around here really have that kind of awareness?“

“Hahaha!” Laughter erupted from around them. The two of them pricked up their ears to listen.

A local among the crowd spoke loudly to some illiterate people:

“The Feirham Special Service soldiers complained that supplies were delayed, so their commander stationed in the White Violet Mountains ordered an investigation. Two days later, a reply came: ‘The transport team got lost; they’re now busy guiding the lost Screw Ear Island convoy back on course…’“

“What does that mean?” asked an illiterate person on the edge of the crowd, puzzled.

The person laughing breathlessly said, “Both sides thought they were escorting each other’s prisoners, hahaha!“

“Haha, so that’s how it is.“

“That kills me! Who wrote this? Is there more?“

“There is, but… what’s that ‘Qingying Gazette’ at the top supposed to mean? Never heard of it before.“

At the very top of the blackboard, a few words were written in oil paint:Qingying Gazette, followed byMarch 17, 428 – Issue 001.

It seemed intended for long-term publication.

The laughter here also drew people from farther away.

“Which lads’ doing is this? I can’t wait to hear a navy joke about the ‘Principality of Telanaxi.’“

The people around him looked at him meaningfully.

They were terrified that spies from Teransi might be disguised as ordinary people among them, collecting information on those with wealth. After all, the loot they had seized yesterday wasn’t even enough for their squad leader to divvy up.

……

The two of them slipped out of the crowd. The short one in a black cotton-padded coat tucked his hands into his sleeves and whispered, “This is our chance, Yin Bo!“

“Yeah, we can pull it off too—we might even score a piece of ‘Glory Light’!“

“Right, right, right. Leaving this to the natives is such a damn shame.“

After mumbling quietly, the two glanced around.

“But, Ma Shuo, if we start our own bulletin board, we’ll have to find a way to take down theirs.“

“Heh, that’s easy.” The one named Ma Shuo narrowed his small eyes. “That thing’s got more than just jokes.“

“What do you mean?“

“Didn’t it also have criticism for those dancers and brawlers from the other night?“

-｛Distributor Lanyue of the Second Moon is watching the glorious prelude I am nurturing.｝

“Whoa, you hear that, pal? The shopkeeper’s finally checking us out. This thing’s a game-changer! Just wait and see.“

Their spirits perked right up.

Around five or six in the afternoon.

Yang Zicang had barely been back for two minutes after bringing Long Mingjie his dinner when someone came yelling their way.

“Oh no, our bulletin board got smashed!” The two coffee-haired youths said, panicked.

_”Smashed?!

Hearing that, people rushed out of the building. “Who did it!“

“Who else could it be? The guys we fought with a couple of days ago. They say we slandered them. “

“Something terrible! ” a girl in a floral coat panted as she ran up the path into the courtyard, “A fight, they’re fighting. Alex is brawling with them. They’ve already picked up bricks. “

“Those damn bastards. Let’s go! “

The members of the Youth Commune, enraged, grabbed brooms, boat oars, and whatever else they could find, planning to charge out.

“Hold on. ” Yang Zicang called out, walking into the yard.

“What, Comrade Yang? You’re not going to try and stop us, are you? “

Yang Zicang walked over, holding out the paper and pen in his hand. “Write this down. This is a battle for the truth. “

“Huh? “

A group of people holding all kinds of wooden sticks nearly dropped their jaws.

“Is it really that serious? “

“Yes, it is that serious. “

Yang Zicang said sternly, “What is the purpose of our newspaper? What is our wish? It is to bring a little solace to these people living in the anxiety brought on by war. “

Yang Zicang shoved the paper and pen into the hands of Milena, the smallest and skinniest, who also had the prettiest face.

“I suggest we document everything that happens today. It will be the key content of our next issue. A headline news story! “

Everyone instantly fell silent.

“We must condemn the vandalism of our journal today! “

Amidst the seething crowd, Milena’s hands trembled slightly. She nodded firmly. “I understand. “

The group’s fury morphed into excitement as they let out whoops and hollers, charging into the distance.

-｛Distributor Di’an is monitoring my every move.｝

-｛Di’an is puzzled.｝

……

Bai Yuan, going under the alias Bai Zilong, stepped ashore on one of the islands in the Chebin Archipelago.

The air here was thick with the fragrance of blossoms, and nearly every roadside was lined with a vibrant assortment of flowers.

This island was famous for its flower teas, harvested from these very blooms. Once reserved exclusively for the royal family, they now found their way into common households—provided one was willing to pay a premium.

“Ah, my, my—what a rare, lovely sight. Such a shame it’s too dark to see much of it now.“

Stretching lazily, Bai Yuan was then led by a young girl—who had asked if he needed lodgings—into an inn.

“I’m thinking of submitting something to a local magazine. Do you happen to have any newspapers or periodicals I could look at?“

“Oh? Are you a writer, sir?“

“To be honest with you, I’ve just come out of the Mist Sea. I’m a great Prophet!“

“What—you… you’re not a tourist from the mainland, then?“

The innkeeper and the young girl both glanced at Bai Yuan’s ears, and only then noticed that the ears tucked beneath his hat, hidden within his coiled hair, were indeed not pointed.

“Sir… f-fine. Lord Fogfolk, um, that is…“

“You’d better not say you don’t serve the Fogfolk’s business,” Bai Yuan said with a grin, resting his elbow on the counter. “I’ve already had a long day, and I’d hate to have something get me all worked up this close to evening.“

Both of them trembled. A chill shot down their spines.

The innkeeper couldn’t help but picture the scene: opening the door of an unrented guest room the next morning, only to find a man asleep inside.

“Alright, I’ll check you in right now. ” He took the Fogfolk’s credentials and began to fill out the form. “Also, I’ll have the magazines and newspapers you requested delivered to you immediately. Oh, and have you already written down the content you want to submit? If not, I can also find you some paper and a pen. “

“Then I am very grateful. Really, I don’t even know what I can do to occupy myself. “

The innkeeper was caught between laughter and tears, his heart filled with dread. “How about… there’s a room in the back with a damaged wall. Can you do any plastering? Or perhaps put up some wallpaper? “

“Sorry, for such miscellaneous tasks, you should look for a skilled laborer. “

Bai Yuan pressed a Silver Coin onto the table. “Please have this young lady bring dinner. “

After entering the room, receiving the evening meal and stationery from the young lady, Bai Yuan sat down at the small table and began to write earnestly.

— Dear friends, if you do not believe that miracles exist in this world, then I shall show them to you.

— I am Bai Zilong, a Fogfolk endowed with the ‘Super-Future Viewing,’ and I am now about to deliver a major prophecy concerning this world that is slipping toward the abyss.

——In a few days, on the southeastern coast of the Grand Duchy of Herz Holtzburg, a man will lead the tens of thousands of villagers from four besieged villages outside the White Violet Mountains to escape from the clutches of evil. He will journey to White Violet City and from then on alter the course of the world’s events. The bleak future foretold in the prophecy might just be reversed by this very man! Let us all pray for him! If this prophecy comes true, you will know who he is.

After finishing writing, he looked at the contact address printed on the cover of a copy ofMistpeeps Weeklylying by his hand.