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Quel'Thalas, Silvermoon City.

Three days after Aier left, the whole of Quel'Thalas was as calm as if nothing had happened.

It wasn't that the nobles had become well-behaved, but that Kael'nel Sunstrider, the newly appointed head of the Foreign Affairs Department (Intelligence Chief) of the Sarona family, had released two magical video clips.

As soon as these two magical video clips appeared, they caused a sensation among the elves in Silvermoon City, and even gradually spread throughout Quel'Thalas.

The first magical video clip showed the 28 direct descendants (relatives) of the Sarona family's high-ranking members personally standing on a high platform and reciting the crimes of their fathers (mothers, elders).

None of the 28 confessions were repeated, and each article was written with flowery language and sharp words, detailing the crimes of those corrupt and dirty high-ranking members.

After these second generations finished reciting the confessions in their hands, the camera turned to the Sarona Breeding Farm, where all 28 high-ranking members were concentrated, locked in pigsties, and eating and living with the Arathi Highlands boars.

The second magical video clip was of Aier 'killing' Belovar in a split second. People only blinked, and they saw the young man in the video teleporting in front of Belovar, instantly subduing the Speaker and making him walk into the portal himself.

Of course, some people questioned whether the grandfather and grandson were putting on a show for them, but some powerful Archmages and High Elven mages stood up and stated their guesses.

“The initial ‘teleport’ obviously didn't have any magical fluctuations. Master Aier completely relied on his physical strength. As far as I know, even Saloryan, the most powerful legendary warrior in the kingdom, doesn't have such power, right?”

Saloryan: Do you have any manners?

“Also, didn't you see Master Aier's slow movements when he came to Speaker Belovar?

And the empty eyes of the Speaker. Master Aier must have used some powerful spell, which I guess must be the newly researched seventh-tier forbidden spell!”

As soon as this was said, the entire Quel'Thalas mage community was shaken, and even a rumor once became rampant.

Master Aier can easily defeat King Anasterian Sunstrider.

…

Belovar sat opposite Anasterian with a slightly red face, not daring to raise his head.

This time, he really lost face to his grandmother's house. He was defeated by his grandson and driven back to his mage tower. When Belovar regained consciousness, he saw the headlines in the newspaper and was so angry that he almost dug a hole and buried himself.

Anasterian had a teasing smile on his face. He picked up the newspaper on the table and threw it to his old buddy.

“This is… the Truth Post?”

Belovar looked at the unfamiliar newspaper in his hand suspiciously and, at Anasterian's suggestion, began to read it.

Three days ago…

The Truth Post was officially established, and the president of the newspaper was Kael'nel Sunstrider, the Minister of Foreign Affairs of the Sarona family, which also confirmed who the real owner behind the Truth Post was.

Overnight, the Truth Post spread throughout the Eversong Woods, and even the Ghostlands, where the Ranger Corps was stationed, had branches.

Although the Truth Post blossomed everywhere, the people obviously didn't buy it, because the entire Quel'Thalas had long been monopolized by the Magic Newspaper, which was also the only officially certified newspaper in Quel'Thalas.

… …

Serena is a well guardian. She was promoted to Archmage at the age of 300. Coupled with her proud figure and delicate and beautiful face, this made her the Silvermoon Flower that everyone in the legion yearned for.

Today is her day off, but the precise and complicated work all year round has left her with little social activity, so she doesn't even know where to relax on her day off.

“Serena, so you're also on vacation today? Why don't we go to the newly opened tavern for a drink?”

A handsome male elf approached Serena as if by chance and said enthusiastically.

But Serena was unmoved and just walked silently by herself, without even the desire to speak. Such a cold attitude made the young man very embarrassed, and he slipped away after a while.

This wasn't the first or second time. Serena didn't know how many times she had rejected such invitations, which also led to her not having any boyfriend or even any friend in 300 years…

“Should I go to the strider ranch in the Eastern Sanctum for a riding lesson? Or go to the Eversong Woods for an outing?

I heard that Anselon's private manor has built an Aier Sarona exhibition hall. Tickets are only 2 gold coins. The exhibits are some research equipment that Master Aier once used and some interesting little inventions. Why not go there and have a look?”

Serena tucked the stray strands of hair in front of her forehead behind her ears and headed towards the Whisperwind Pond with shining eyes.

Passing through the lively Fountain Square, Serena adjusted her emotions to restore her original cold expression.

After quickly passing a group of frolicking elven cubs, Serena finally relaxed and let out a long sigh.

“Strangers… are really scary…”

Patting her straight chest with lingering fear, Serena's face regained a look of longing.

… …

Serena ran like a beautiful deer on the path in the fields.

After a while, she stopped abruptly, as if she had found something fun, and grabbed a lost little wild boar.

The girl rubbed the little wild boar's dirty nose and ears, smiling happily, without any disgust.

It wasn't until a strong wild boar made a grievance 'hum' that she reluctantly handed the piglet in her arms to its mother.

Looking at her dirty little hands, Serena playfully stuck out her tongue.

Fields, sunset, and a girl outlined a beautiful and warm picture.

‘I didn't expect Master Aier to be so cute when he was a child. It's a pity that the stingy Anselon doesn't sell it, otherwise I would definitely buy that photo.’

Recalling everything she saw in the exhibition hall today, the girl couldn't help but laugh foolishly.

Perhaps she was too engrossed, and she didn't even notice an elven child passing by.

“Sister, sister?”

“Huh? Ah!”

Serena let out a scream, and then seemed to react, quickly returning to her cold demeanor, but the pink cheeks showed the panic in her heart.

“It's over, it's over, it's over, how could I not notice that there are people here.”

“Sister? Are you listening?”

The little boy waved at Serena, but such a normal and subtle action made the girl retreat several steps like a startled rabbit.

“What a strange sister…”

The little boy tilted his head, looking at the strange girl in front of him.

“But it doesn't matter, sister, do you want a newspaper? This is the first newspaper published by the Truth Post, it's very memorable!”

The little boy took out a brand new newspaper still smelling of ink from the satchel around his waist and handed it to the girl.

A moment of panic flashed in Serena's eyes. She cautiously moved forward two steps and grabbed the newspaper in the boy's hand.

“Sister, 15 copper coins.”

Serena was stunned. By the time she came back to her senses, the little boy selling newspapers had disappeared.

Serena was just about to take a look at this newspaper whose name she had never heard of when she suddenly found a golden-red small card on the path.

It was a card made of some unknown material, wrapped in a layer of transparent film, and tied with a beautiful rope.

“Truth Post Level 1 Member, Karen…”

The work permit also had a photo of the little boy, and Karen in the photo was smiling brightly.

“Should I throw it away? That little boy might come back later.”

Serena originally wanted to put the work permit in her hand back where it had just been, but after thinking for a long time, she put it in her backpack instead.

The girl looked at the dim sky and prepared to use teleportation to return to Silvermoon City. Just as she was about to cast the spell, she accidentally glanced at the front page of the newspaper, and the glance almost startled her into biting off her tongue.

“Big News! Is it the decline of morality or the distortion of human nature? A girl is rescued from the fire by her biological father… Master Aier destroys his relatives for justice and purifies the family atmosphere, bringing all the collateral family members of XXX to justice!”

“Shock! Master Aier kills a legend in seconds? Archmage Belovar can't even last a round?”

… …

Karen sold the last newspaper in his hand, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and returned to his village.

Walking to Martin's door, the boy's original happy look gradually disappeared, leaving only deep sadness.

“Uncle, I will take good care of Jennifer!”

After a long time, the boy wiped his red eyes, pushed open the door, and walked into the small courtyard.

From the outside, the small courtyard was pitch black, but as soon as the boy pushed open the door, bright lights shone in front of his eyes.

“What are you still standing there for? Little Karen, come in quickly!”

A gravelly, rough voice rang out, grabbing Karen's little hand and pulling him in.

Martin's small courtyard was no longer what it used to be. As soon as Karen entered the door, he stared blankly at the room that looked like a conference room.

The entire small courtyard was enveloped in a layer of light purple magical enchantment, a masterpiece by Belovael, a seventh-circle constant illusion-based forbidden spell.

Looking at Kael'thas sitting above, Cullen hurriedly sat in the last row. All the members of the Truth Gazette were already present, waiting for him alone.

Looking at the hundreds of 'members' sitting below, Kael'thas nodded with satisfaction.

He casually activated the magical device beside him, and the conference room, originally illuminated by the light purple magical enchantment, suddenly became colorful.

One magical image after another lit up, and when the last one lit up, Kael'thas finally spoke:

"All third-level members report the number of attendees."

"Reporting, Chief! The Western Sanctuary Branch should have 438 members, and 438 are present, over!"

"Reporting, Chief! The Eastern Sanctuary Branch should have 589 members, and 589 are present, over!"

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"Reporting, Chief! The Ghostlands Branch should have 355 members, and 355 are present, over!"

...

One report after another sounded in turn, and after the last branch chief finished reporting, Kael'thas nodded with satisfaction.

"First, let's each report some S-level developments that have occurred today. I believe those parasites won't be honest recently."

"Reporting, Chief, the Clearwind Village Branch discovered that Noble XX and Noble XX met in XX location. They…"

"Reporting, Chief! The Sunsail Isle Branch, after verification, discovered…"

He diligently compiled the intelligence in his notebook, and Kael'thas nodded with satisfaction only after the last voice disappeared.

Before leaving, Aier had prepared a detailed plan for Kael'thas, developing all the people involved in the 'Cleansing' plan into his eyes and ears. The Truth Gazette was the official identity of this giant intelligence organization rooted in Quel'Thalas.

Every screened commoner (spy) was a member of the Truth Gazette, and some commoners with bright minds who distinguished themselves in the Cleansing plan would be awarded second-level member badges. Second-level members ranked higher than first-level members, enjoying a more free working environment and greater rights.

Above second-level members were third-level members, the branch chiefs of each region. These branch chiefs were all direct descendants of the Saronar family, that is, Aier's direct relatives, and of course, there were also some collateral relatives and talents from the family.

Don't say that Aier was nepotistic. In this old society like the Middle Ages, direct relatives had higher loyalty, which was undeniable.

In addition, with the teachings and subtle influence of Belovael Saronar, these direct relatives undoubtedly possessed more outstanding strength and talent.

Above the third-level members was Kael'thas, the chief editor.

Although time was still tight, Aier had planned his intelligence network in Quel'Thalas many years ago, and this Cleansing plan had made the young man's plan a reality.

Aier divided the intelligence into five categories, with trivial folk matters being classified as D-level, rare and exotic exclusive news as C-level, and so on, up to S-level.

S-level intelligence was generally the most important intelligence concerning the family or the country, and this intelligence went directly to Kael'thas's desk, bypassing the monthly 'Gazette Meeting'.

Some might say, apart from some important intelligence, is it necessary to report those trivial matters?

This was also one of the reasons why Aier founded the Truth Gazette.

All the first-level members were basically ordinary people. These people didn't have clever minds, nor did they have great strength. Were these people all useless trash?

Of course not. These ordinary commoners were actually the most valuable talents in the Gazette. The commoners (first-level members) spread throughout the towns, villages, and noble residences of Quel'Thalas had a vast network of information channels.

The superficial work of the first-level members was selling and delivering newspapers. While working, they would collect countless pieces of information. After this information was aggregated and sorted, Aier would have no secrets in the entirety of Quel'Thalas (except for the Sunwell).

From the fact that someone's hen didn't lay an egg today to the major movements of a certain noble, everything was like an uncovered kaleidoscope in front of Aier, fully visible.

Moreover, the useless, mixed, and massive flow of information collected by the members could also be well utilized by the Gazette.

...

Serena had already returned to her residence. As soon as she returned to her room, she jumped onto the soft bed, not even taking off her coat, and impatiently opened the newspaper.

After reading the front and second pages of the newspaper with relish, Serena excitedly turned to the third page of the newspaper.

'The Livelihood of the People'

Several large Quel'Thalas characters came into the girl's eyes.

[Murlocs Rampage in Sunsail Anchorage, Port Authority Neglects Duty]

"All Quel'dorei are familiar with the name Sunsail Anchorage. Sunsail Anchorage not only has beautiful scenery, but it is also an important port for trade with humans.

Today, a concerned citizen reported that this gentleman, who wished to remain anonymous, revealed to our Gazette:

The reason why no cargo ships have docked in Sunsail Anchorage recently is because many merchants' goods have disappeared for no reason.

However, the Port Authority has not responded positively to these merchants' complaints. Today, let the editor personally investigate and let everyone see the real Sunsail Anchorage…"

A stormy sea surged in Serena's heart. When she first saw the front page of this newspaper, she didn't feel anything because of Aier, but when she saw the third page, she realized that something didn't seem right.

For Quel'dorei, newspapers have always been a luxury that only mage lords can afford.

And for the spellcaster community, there has only been one newspaper in Silvermoon City, and even Quel'Thalas, for thousands of years, and that is the Silvermoon Magic Gazette.

The Silvermoon Magic Gazette publishes profound, heavenly-like magic papers and some mage news that the public is not curious about at all.

Serena buys the Silvermoon Magic Gazette every month. Although a magic gazette costs a high price of one gold coin, it is nothing to Serena, who has a generous salary.

But this Truth Gazette only costs a mere 15 copper coins, which completely subverted her perception.

Serena's heart churned, but she still patiently continued reading.

"…

It turns out that all of this is the work of the murlocs, but the inaction of the Port Authority is also one of the culprits. Here, the Truth Gazette calls on all people of insight in Quel'Thalas to come and clean up the murlocs of Sunsail Anchorage and restore a clear and peaceful Sunsail Anchorage to the fishermen and merchants.

— Editor-in-Chief Kael'thas Sunstrider"

Looking at the murloc riot picture that occupied half of the cover of the newspaper, the shock in Serena's heart did not decrease but increased.

"Kael'thas Sunstrider, why does it feel so familiar? Let me think, ah! It's actually… it's actually Lord Aier's subordinate, then the Truth Gazette…"

Serena was excited as if she had discovered a new world. She excitedly held her chest, almost jumping up from the bed.

"As expected, as expected of my most admired Lord Aier."

The newspaper silently slipped, but Serena was already immersed in her own world, unable to care about anything else.

The next day, Serena got up early, but she didn't go to her post as usual, but came to Commander Sandra's presence.

"What's the matter?"

"Aunt Sandra, I want to…"

"Major Serena Dawnray, this is a military camp, please pay attention to your words."

Sandra was engrossed in reading a brand new newspaper, but when she heard Serena's address, she frowned and said sternly.

"Yes! Commander!"

Serena helplessly saluted and continued.

"What! Resignation? Do you think the Sunwell is Fountain Square? You can come and go as you please?"

Sandra slammed the newspaper in her hand hard on the table, unconsciously raising her voice.

Serena was not frightened by Sandra's momentum. On the contrary, she unscrupulously looked around the environment until she saw the brand new Truth Gazette on the table.

Serena's beautiful eyes lit up, ignoring Sandra's warning, and grabbed her hand.

"Aunt, you also read the Truth Gazette!? Did you see yesterday's front page? Instructor Aier is so brave! So righteous, he actually…"

Horrified, she watched her niece, who was usually silent and socially anxious, turn into a chattering little sparrow. Sandra suddenly felt a chill down her spine.

The more Serena spoke, the more excited she became, and the more excited she spoke, until she said the purpose of this trip.

"Aunt, I've decided! I'm going to resign from my position as a Sunwell Guardian and go find Lord Aier!"

Sandra: About the matter of my niece backstabbing me…

PS: 5000-word chapter, there will be more at night, strive for 10,000 words today.