Chapter 128: CXXVIII. When Oranges Are Bewildered
The newspapers published by the adventurer’s guild are a pain in the ass, seeing as they operate on platforms across various countries, and matters involving the nobles are untouchable.
The reason so many countries allow the adventurer’s guild to establish themselves there, aside from the tax payments to the local authorities, is largely because they absorb the idle members of society, reducing unemployment rates.
Low-level adventurers are a peculiar breed.
Boiling instant noodles, crashing parties—like gambling addicts hitting rehab. Taking out loans, scampering from place to place, steady as the grass over a grave.
If these fellas aren’t given something to do, wouldn’t they turn the world upside down after too long?
Besides, have these folks kill some Magic Beasts or bump into some desperadoes on the road—when accidents happen, it can lighten the state’s burden.
The main readers of the newspaper are these cavemen.
For the circulation of the newspapers, every columnist has KPIs to meet.
Big news doesn’t happen every time, so they’ve adopted new tactics, writing whatever people love to read.
It’s nothing more than the simplest of sensory stimuli, sex and violence being eternal themes.
So, each issue of the newspaper either features a psychotic killer or some celebrity and musician spending the night together, climbing Wushan, ending up with a bun in the oven.