The Capable Aurelian

Black Pigeon News Agency headquarters.

High Elf Wen Enna arrived at the Black Pigeon News Agency with bear-shaped cookies she had just baked in her baking class.

Since coming to Nolan, she had seen many wondrous and interesting places. The Black Pigeon News Agency ranked among the most interesting.

The fierce and dangerous orcs and the sly, treacherous goblins Elder Enya had described all became bespectacled writers here, burying their heads in piles of paper as they drafted articles.

"Uncle Kai Mu, is Aurelian still doing photoshoots today?"

Wen Enna found an orc she recognized. He was holding a newspaper, and upon hearing her question, he set it down and removed his Reading Glasses.

"Wen Enna... Miss Aurelian didn't take any photoshoot work today. She's probably composing songs in the Hall of Silence... Did you bring Small Biscuit again?" he asked.

"Mm."

Wen Enna took out a small packet and gave it to the orc. Though one of his fingers was bigger than the packet of cookies, he still gratefully accepted her gift.

After bidding the orc farewell, she headed deeper into the Black Pigeon News Agency.

Honestly... compared to Aserkelo, she preferred Nolan's atmosphere. The city was somewhat different from what she had imagined.

Just as she had imagined an orc holding a massive axe and slaughtering others in clan wars, yet the orcs she encountered at Black Pigeon all had glasses and ink pens as standard equipment.

Wen Enna had once asked the orc named Kai Mu about it. Two years ago, Black Pigeon's members had still been engaged in work little different from thievery, but after Black Pigeon found a financial backer, it became what it was today.

Those most vicious, sinister, and cunning thugs had instead been unable to adapt to this life. They were all