This is a small newspaper, with editors, reporters, and staff responsible for printing and various miscellaneous tasks, totaling only about 20 people.
Not to mention compared with giants like World Economic News, it is only a third-rate tabloid in Beihai.
But the atmosphere in the editorial office is quite good.
The editors are basically young people with passion. They were moved by the call of the female editor-in-chief Aliena and gathered from various small islands in the North Sea to work hard for a common goal.
That is the founding theme of Roman Daily News:
——Uphold justice, expose the truth, and let all the ugly sins in Beihai be exposed to the sun without any hiding place!
This is what Roman Daily said and did in the more than a year since its establishment.
Even if it is a secret scandal involving some underworld forces or even joining the royal family, Roman Daily has never been afraid to speak out when other newspapers dare not speak out.
The worst case scenario would be to change places. Everyone in the editorial department has already mastered the art of running away.
But recently...
Alena, who has a plump and graceful figure, is standing at the window holding a cup of coffee, her eyes full of worry——
In recent days, the situation of Roman Daily has become too bad.
The reason is also very simple. Last month, they spent a lot of effort to collect many hidden and ugly transactions of the Don Quixote family and made them public, causing quite a stir in Beihai public opinion circles.
Although everyone in the newspaper office had already been mentally prepared before the announcement.
But they never expected that the Don Quixote family's response would be much faster than they imagined, and their methods would be even more vicious.
In just three days, all the front-line reporters from Daily Romance were identified and their heads hung high. The two young editors sent to lurk in the Don Quixote family also lost contact and their whereabouts are still unknown.
This made Roman Daily so panicked that in just half a month, it moved its headquarters three times.
It wasn't until they moved to this extremely remote mountain town last night that everyone finally felt at ease temporarily, and Alena allowed the newspaper office to resume operations.
"Why, there is no movement at all..."
Looking at the sunset in the distance, Alena murmured in a low voice in despair.
That issue of the newspaper had been published for some time.
The various evil deeds of the Don Quixote family exposed in it are simply outrageous and too numerous to describe. However, neither the World Government nor the Navy has made any reaction so far.
It was as if the Don Quixote family had never appeared in their field of vision.
Could it be that...the rumor about the underground world that has just spread recently is true?
The young master of the Don Quixote family, Doflamingo, is extremely noble, and may even have the blood of a Celestial Dragon, so the navy doesn't dare to provoke him?
"well."
Alena sighed and couldn't help but look back at the unfolded newspaper on her desk. In the name of the newspaper at the top, the two bold and black characters "Roman" were particularly eye-catching.
If the rumors are true, I am afraid that even if the Navy Headquarters sends people to Beihai, only that gentleman would dare to take a heavy blow against the Don Quixote family, right?
Looking at these two words, Alena's eyes were stunned, as if she had returned to the days before this newspaper was founded a few years ago.
At that time, she was just an ordinary reporter for the World Economic News Agency. She was passing by for a rest on the Jevo Peninsula in Alabasta, and happened to run into a sensational event——
William the Shichibukai died at the hands of a sailor named Romanov Nosha.
On the mountain cliff under the moonlight, in the rain of flowers and flowers, the black-haired boy fighting with a cold face and blood was something she could not forget, and it was still fresh in her memory.
Since then, she has become Nuo Xia's loyal fan, no... she can even be said to be the most ardent fan, and she doesn't even care about her work.
Whenever I had free time, I specifically inquired about Nuo Xia's whereabouts, secretly followed and took photos, and wrote countless essays and diaries to record every detail of his growth...
Until more than a year ago.
Nuo Xia was officially married, and countless girls around the world were sad and shed tears. Alena seemed to have lost her soul in those days, but after she recovered, she finally woke up from the state of infatuation that she had been in for several years.
He resigned from the World Economic News Agency and returned to his hometown to found this newspaper.
I hope to imitate my idols and do my part to eradicate the darkness and evil in this world.
"Chief Editor, I stayed up all night last night and have finished writing the critical article about Germa 66."
Suddenly there was a voice behind her. Alena turned her head. A young man with short black hair stood up from behind the table and proudly held up the manuscript in his hand. "It took me a lot of effort to read more than 10,000 words. Please help me read it."
Look, is there anything else that needs to be changed?"
"good."
Alena smiled: "Bring it here, but I guess it will only be polished a little at most. Your boy has made rapid progress this year, and I can rest assured about the quality of the manuscript he writes."
"hey-hey."
The short-haired young man left his seat and walked over, scratching his head and saying with embarrassment: "Thanks to the editor-in-chief for your guidance, otherwise it would be just me..."
boom!
Before he finished speaking, the young man's body suddenly exploded into countless pieces of flesh, with blood splattering everywhere.
The right hand that was holding the manuscript tightly hit Alena in the face and slid down her shoulder, but she had no time to take care of it and looked at the door opposite that was blasted open with a pale face.
And the tall figure at the door.
"You guys are pretty good at hiding it, Roman Daily News... Unfortunately, we found it after all."
The man wearing sunglasses gently brushed the seaweed rice ball off his nose, and spoke like a robot without any emotion:
"Kill them all and don't let anyone go."
…………
A certain area of the North Sea in early July.
The rime was foggy, the cold wind was howling on the sea surface, and heavy snow fell from the sky, making the surrounding vision blurry.
And Nuo Xia's mood at the moment was almost as bad as the weather.
"Mr. Nosha, let me tell you about the killing of William. I saw it in the newspaper when I was a child. My blood boiled for several days!"
"And the West Sea, the West Sea! Lord Nuoxia, actually what I like to hear the most is the story about the pirates in the West Sea who were so scared by you that they didn't dare to go to sea for a whole year!"
"Hey! You two! You know how to fight and kill, Nosha-sama! Please, please, please tell us the love story between you and Major General Gion..."
The noble princes and princesses begged and begged beside them, and when their requests were met in a perfunctory manner, they burst into cheers excitedly.
As for Nuo Xia, who was sitting on the sofa and rubbing her temples with a headache, she felt as if there were a group of little sparrows surrounding her, chirping non-stop.
no way.
Originally, if it weren't for the fact that he could find a reason to naturally replace Crane and go to Beihai to solve the problem of the Don Quixote family, he would have been too lazy to bother with the matter of the Garuno royal family in Beihai requesting him to escort him back to the country.
And even if you accept this task.
If the royal family who boarded his ship had no idea and dared to show off in front of him and shout around...
He didn't mind if these people were put on board and hung upside down on the bow of the ship, with their heads pressed down to taste the cold sea water.
But things went the other way. What disappointed Nuo Xia was that the princes and princesses on board the boat were really his loyal fans.
As soon as they got on the boat, they treated him with respect. The two little princesses, who were only fifteen or sixteen years old, even carefully prepared a handmade meeting gift. Then they moved the small stool together and stood by eagerly, begging him to speak.
Stories from the past…
When he saw that he was a little hungry, he immediately ordered the palace chef to prepare a feast. When he saw that he was thirsty, he ran to get some iced fruit wine and filled it up himself.
This made Nuo Xia dumbfounded, and at the same time, she felt a little embarrassed.
"Okay."
He sighed and crossed his legs, "Then let me talk for another half an hour. We have agreed that it will be half an hour at most. After this point, you can go back to your room and have a good rest. I have to go to the practice room to practice."
"Yeah, no problem, Lieutenant General Noxia!"
"Don't worry, we will never delay your cultivation!"
The eyes of several half-grown boys and girls suddenly shone, and they immediately sat upright and pulled the small bench closer.
Why does it feel like I'm at home coaxing Nami, Noki and the others to sleep...
The corners of Nuo Xia's eyes twitched.
After finally dealing with it, under the reluctant eyes of the princes and princesses, he waved his hand and strode out of the living room, heading towards the training room below.
"Lieutenant General."
"Sir Lieutenant General."
Along the way, everyone bowed respectfully to him, their eyes full of admiration.
The sailors of the Thunder Eagle are like this, and the entourage of the Garuno royal family is even more like this.
——After all, the person in front of me is the youngest general candidate in the history of the entire navy!
That's right.
After more than half a month of fermentation, the news that the World Government has officially established four general candidates has spread all over the world. Almost at the speed of light, it has covered the limelight of Bucky the Clown and has become the most talked about topic these days.
thing.
The commander of the g1 branch, Sakaski, codenamed "Akainu"!
The commander of the g2 branch, Porusalino, codenamed "Kizaru"!
Lieutenant General of the headquarters, Kuzan, codename "Qing Pheasant"!
These three were all established as candidates for generals in the second batch, while Nuo Xia was the first to be promoted. Coupled with his high popularity, the coverage scale was much higher than that of the other three.
The new title spread all over the world along with this hot discussion.
Lieutenant General of the Headquarters, Noxia!
Code name, "White Eagle"!
…
"That sounds awful, White Eagle."
Nuo Xia, who returned to the training room, was muttering angrily alone:
"You actually didn't approve the title of White Dove that I originally submitted. Why are you saying that it's too gentle and approachable, doesn't reflect the domineering power of an admiral, and has no deterrent effect on pirates?"
In the obviously publicity photos, the fat white dove Xiao Luo is standing on his shoulder, coupled with the smiling black-haired handsome young man, he looks very gentle and approachable, right?
Moreover, Lord Romanov Nosha is originally a kind, tolerant, and courteous person. Isn’t this title a perfect match...
It wasn't until Xiao Luo transformed into an eagle form and flew away to look for food that Nuo Xia thought about it, changed the dove into an eagle, and submitted it again, and was reluctantly approved...
never mind.
There are a lot of adults. For the sake of Kong and Sengoku, you two old men, I respect the old and love the young, so I won’t argue with you about this matter.
Withdrawing his thoughts, before starting his daily hell practice, Nuo Xia thought for a while, took out the phone bug from his trouser pocket, and dialed Rosinandi's number.
This is not Rocinante's personal phone number, but the top-secret number he uses as an undercover agent at the Navy Headquarters every time he communicates with Sengoku.
…
Luxurious and spacious hotel room.
Snow was flying outside the window and the cold wind was howling, which made the house feel particularly lonely and quiet, except for the occasional "crackling" sound from the fireplace.
By the fireplace.
Doflamingo crossed his legs, half leaning on the sofa, silently flipping through a pile of photos in his hand, smoking cigarettes one after another, and the floor was covered with piles of cigarette butts.
The top leaders of the Don Quixote family, Diamanti and Vergo, were sitting not far away. Seeing his appearance, they looked at each other with some worry in their eyes.
The two have followed Ming Ge for many years and know that their "king" has been a bad boy since he was a child. He has always smoked since he was a child of seven or eight years old.
But the scary thing is that as he gets older, Doflamingo becomes more self-disciplined. He only drinks lightly, never gets drunk, and it has been some years since he quit smoking.
And today, for the first time in the past few years, the two of them saw Brother Ming breaking the rules.
"Virgo."
Doflamingo's voice suddenly sounded hoarse, "Let me ask you one last time, are the sources of these photos credible?"
"Absolutely trustworthy, Dover."
Vergo nodded slightly, "I personally found these photos from Helena's drawer. There are thousands of photos of Nosha in it. I just flipped through them casually, but I didn't expect to find these few.
An unexpected bonus.”
"That's it..."
Doflamingo murmured softly, and his eyes returned to the top photo.