big devil holmes

Chapter 56 Monument
Holy Journal.
This kind of newspaper jointly written and issued by the Holy See and the government is almost the most popular, authoritative, and famous publication in this century.

Even in the area where there is only blood and fighting in the Devil's Gate, there are reporters and editors from the Holy Journal running behind the Crusaders all day long, desperately wanting to report the battle situation on the front line in the fastest and most direct way. Way to report to the headquarters of the journal.

What is even more shocking is that in this newspaper, there may even be negative information about the Holy See, such as a certain priest who violated the law, was dismissed and punished.

This kind of reporting intensity is presumably the government's use of this method to suppress the public opinion of the Holy See's faith, but the citizens of the empire are the ultimate beneficiaries. To use a very appropriate word to describe it, it is happy to hear and see.

This has resulted in sales of the Holy Gazette reaching nearly 10 billion prints per day!
You know, the population of the entire empire is less than 10 billion.
Some people think that the front page information in the Holy Journal has a higher popularity rate than the Holy Word of the Pope!

Of course. The above is not the whole of the Holy Journal.

A newspaper that covers the entire empire naturally cannot treat everyone equally. Among the top officials of the Holy See, the church area, or some government officials, there is also a holy magazine dedicated to them, which records With information that only their circles deserve to know.

This newspaper is released in the form of 'recording film', and every Monday, it will be sent to each urban area by a special deliveryman, who is qualified to read this newspaper, and if something important happens, it will be added Urgent recording.

And the film has undergone a one-time softening process, that is to say, after being played once, the entire film will be flattened and become a silent record without leaving any information.

At 11:30 noon, a small town near the edge of the city of Vernes.

This town has no name, and there is no platform for steam trains. The only way to get here is by horse-drawn carriage. If you want to describe its location, you only need to tell the coachman, 'Out of the city of Vernes, go west for 20 minutes. km', just fine.

The city of Wellness was close to the seashore, and this geographical environment was a unique protective barrier during the second demon invasion.

Because when the void cracks opened, those demons didn't know where they would be when they came out, so there were many poor guys who fell into the sea as soon as they rushed out, gurgling and sinking to the bottom.

Although it sounds silly, the damage of coastal cities is indeed much lighter than that of inland cities.

Moreover, the industry here is not so developed, and the power given by steam can be made up for a large part by relying on the ocean. The sky is clear and the air is fresh. Compared with London, this place is more like a place for people to stay.

And in a roadside tea room in that unnamed town, several old people were chatting as usual.

Young people yearn for a life in a big city. When they leave, they also take away the freshness and hope of the town. Only some elderly people are left behind, fishing, drinking, chatting, sleeping, and blowing the sea breeze. , look at the sunset;
This is almost all of life in this small town, slow, cozy and quiet
At this time, the sun was covering the street, warming the cool sea breeze.

The door of the tea room was suddenly pushed open, and a man dressed like a postman walked in.

"Today's daily paper!" he said with a broad smile.

An old fisherman was drowsy just now, and opened his eyes slowly after hearing the voice: "Isn't the newspaper usually delivered in the morning, why did it arrive at noon today?"

Another rosacea-nosed old man who seemed to have been soaked in wine for decades yawned: "Why do you care about this, you can't read."

"That's true~"

The old fisherman changed his posture indifferently, and soon fell asleep on the chair again.

And in this tea room, one of the few literate old people slowly stood up. , he also fishes for a living, the only thing that might be a little eye-catching is that the white hair on his head is extremely hard and stands upright, like countless pale pine needles.

"Is there anything interesting in today's newspaper?" The old man walked slowly towards the door, ready to take the newspapers.

"I'm not sure." The postman smiled, and then seemed to think of something suddenly: "Oh, but the periodical you ordered seems to have a new issue."

"Really?" The old man smiled, took the newspaper back to the table in the tea room, and put it down gently.

The afternoon sun is too warm, and the fishermen around are enjoying the most pleasant moment of the day. No one cares about today's newspaper, and no one cares about an old man who slowly opened the door and walked out .

The long street of the town was blown clean by the sea breeze. The old man strolled towards home, and the postman was also distributing today’s newspaper along the way. Although the two seemed to have no relationship, the young postman was very subtle. The ones will always appear around the old man, neither far nor near, and never one step ahead of the old man from the beginning to the end.

After more than 20 minutes, the old man returned to his home, which was a blue brick house by the seaside, which looked no different from other fishermen’s residences, except that the first ray of sunshine would pass through his window every day. .

Coincidentally, the postman also happened to distribute the newspapers nearby, so he naturally came to the old fisherman's room and knocked on the door.

"Please come in."

After hearing the sound, the postman pushed open the door and walked in, then closed the door gently, as if afraid of disturbing the sunlight coming in from the window.

Immediately afterwards, he knelt down on one knee devoutly, with his back straight, and punched his left chest vigorously with his fist; at the same time, he also took out a portable record.

"There are some reports in today's Holy Gazette that may be of interest to you."

There is obviously a certain uncontrollable surge in his voice:
"Master Dante."

(End of this chapter)