Having obtained respectable identities in Roster territory and relatively high salaries, these people who once struggled at the bottom of the capital were now no different from relatively wealthy freemen. Everyone was discussing things quite properly, whispering among themselves. Suddenly, a figure walked out from a small room in the back. Instantly, everyone fell silent. "Starting today, you need to forget everything that happened recently." As Swindler Megan walked to the front of the stage, her first sentence caused an uproar. Many people’s expressions changed involuntarily. Was their comfortable life during this time about to end? Fortunately, Swindler Megan knew what everyone was thinking. She had no intention of keeping them in suspense and immediately explained: "From now on, you’re no longer thugs from the gutters. You’re no longer vermin in the eyes of freemen. All of you will have an official, respectable identity—freemen of the capital. This is what Viscount Roster has secured for you. And all of you will join the ’World Economic News Agency’ and become journalists for the news agency." "As for me, I’m the president of the ’World Economic News Agency,’ responsible for overall management." Waving her hand, Swindler Megan had someone beside her dump a large box of second-gen Magic Net rings onto the table. If the surrounding nobles saw this scene, who knows if their eyes would pop out with envy. Currently, the only place to buy second-gen Magic Nets was Coffin-Carrying Heddy’s Magic Net Business Hall, which had always been in short supply. Many nobles sent people to camp out at the business hall entrance to get more second-gen Magic Net rings. On the black market, the price of second-gen Magic Net rings had already been driven up to over fifty gold coins. So many second-gen Magic Net rings—quite a few people couldn’t help but swallow. Any one of them was worth more than their lives! But they wouldn’t have any crooked thoughts. Compared to these Magic Net rings worth dozens of gold coins, they cared more about what Swindler Megan had said earlier... They were about to have legal identities in the capital and would become ’journalists’ for the ’World Economic News Agency.’ Although they didn’t know what journalists were, from the name ’World Economic News Agency’ alone, they could tell it must be related to that new feature updated on the Magic Net. They knew Viscount Roster must have some new task to give them. Once they completed it, from then on, they’d become true freemen—and the wealthier, top-tier kind among freemen at that. By comparison, those few dozen gold coins didn’t matter. A few dozen gold coins couldn’t buy a generational change in status! "I think when you hear the name ’World Economic News Agency,’ you already know this is a plan related to the Magic Net’s new ’News’ feature." After they’d basically digested the information, Swindler Megan continued: "That’s right! The ’News’ feature will be our battlefield going forward. All of us will operate around this feature. During this time, each of us will receive generous operational funding. At year’s end, we’ll receive generous compensation and bonuses..." No one understood the importance of money better than these people living at the bottom. Money plus status—such stimulation would definitely make everyone enthusiastic and unleash unparalleled potential. "Journalists have only one task—collect more news information, confirm the accuracy of information, then transmit it back through the Magic Net. Professional scholar editors will interface with you..." Swindler Megan quickly laid out Viscount Roster’s positioning for journalists. "Simply put, basically you want us to enter other territories, wander around everywhere, then pass the ’fresh happenings’ we gather through the Magic Net to scholar editors, that’s it? And travel expenses, food and lodging costs, intelligence gathering expenses—Viscount Roster will pay for all of it?" A somewhat small-framed man’s eyes immediately lit up after hearing Swindler Megan’s words. Dwarf Tom felt his eyes were already glowing. He was born in the capital’s commoner district, grew up with thugs and beggars since childhood. After growing up, he’d always hung around various taverns, making a living by reselling information. These past few dozen days had been the most unbelievable period of his life. Every day he just needed to wait for orders, then go communicate with people in the territory who had Magic Net rings, have them complete some tasks. The rest of the time was just learning to read and write together, then eating and resting. Fresh chapters posted on 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩~𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢~𝔫𝔢𝔱 He knew this dream-like life couldn’t last forever, but he never expected this dream-like life would end so quickly. And when it ended, it would actually give him an even more enjoyable job. The territory would pay enough gold coins for them to wander everywhere, just doing their old job—passing information back. At year’s end, they’d receive generous salaries. Even more, the more useful the information they passed back, the more gold coins they’d be rewarded. Without spending a penny of his own money, he could go wherever he wanted. Food and lodging were all covered by the territory. It was equivalent to giving him a legal identity, then free travel, and making money in the end... He wouldn’t even dare dream that his path to becoming an "upper-class person" would be . He’d originally thought he’d seen so much, was well-traveled, knew what life at the bottom was like, knew what nobles’ lives were like. But he didn’t know that every move by Roster territory exceeded his imagination. Others who’d been somewhat confused heard his words and suddenly understood, looking at Swindler Megan with anticipation. "No, most of your understanding isn’t wrong, but there’s one thing that’s incorrect—your operational funding, meaning travel expenses, food and lodging costs, won’t be paid by Viscount Roster, but by the ’World Economic News Agency.’ You can understand the ’World Economic News Agency’ as something like a factory or company, except this company doesn’t produce things—it just publishes information on the Magic Net." Hearing the first half of Swindler Megan’s words, they’d originally thought they’d been overthinking. But then they heard the second half. These guys living at the bottom instantly realized—this was basically a cutout! Just like the nobles in the capital, there were many things they couldn’t do directly. So they’d maintain some gangs or other organizations or families, having these maintained gangs handle matters that couldn’t be brought to light. Even if exposed, it wouldn’t affect the nobles. They weren’t opposed to this. Viscount Roster had already given them enough!