Secretary Gull

The sea of the Calm Belt was as calm as a blue mirror.

Only two giant venomous sea snakes, huffing and puffing, pulled a grand ship adorned with carved railings and painted beams.

Their bodies, filled with venom, deterred the countless Sea Kings lurking in the calm sea surface.

"Snake Princess!"

"I managed to get a newspaper, would you like to see it!"

Hancock, lying on a vermilion python, merely cast a sidelong glance.

"I have no interest in newspapers."

"Boa, if you're really that idle, go and re-inventory the plundered goods."

She had her arms crossed, her peerlessly beautiful face half-buried in her arms, her posture languid.

"But the delivery gull said it was the last printed copy and refused to sell it."

"I beat it up, and then snatched it."

Boa said with a hint of grievance.

"Snatched it?"

"Then bring it here for me to see. After all, it's also spoils of war."

Hearing that it was snatched, the languid Snake Princess's interest was piqued. She slightly stretched her graceful figure. Her charming eyes, like a fox's, made the crew of the Nine Snake Pirates unable to look away.

Love for beauty is universal, regardless of gender.

Salome fawningly held the newspaper with her tail and presented it before Hancock.

She didn't read quickly.

Regarding the most eye-catching headline on the newspaper, the incident of the Navy liberating slaves, she only glanced over it.

Her eyes seemed to show no change.

"All boring matters."

"I can't muster any interest."

Hancock cast another sidelong glance, appearing indifferent.

Of course, this indifference was from Hancock's perspective.

Salome, with her vermilion stripes, felt for a moment as if the Snake Princess was about to split her in two.

"Can you please not grip my hand so tightly!"

World Economic News Branch Office.

Charles Lang's face was filled with indignation.

"How can the World Government interfere with newspapers!"

"We want freedom of speech!"

"They're scared, they must be!"

How could he tolerate his own written report being banned!

"The president has already agreed to this matter."

"The newspaper from three days ago was the last batch printed by the printing department."

A Secretary Gull, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and speaking human language, pushed his glasses up. His attire, unlike that of ordinary delivery gulls, fully demonstrated his special nature.

He was a Secretary Gull among the delivery gulls!

"I don't agree!"

Charles Lang was still shouting.

"Isn't this the big news the president has always pursued? Did he take money from the Navy to do this!"

The Secretary Gull's narrow eyes under his gold-rimmed glasses sharpened.

"Charles, know your place."

"If it weren't for the fact that your news report this time was actually well-written."

"Just for that slanderous remark you made against our great underground emperor Morgans, it would be enough to send you to Printing Island to work for a year!"

The threat of Printing Island instantly calmed Charles's impatient temper considerably.

"The Navy's actions are not without their price."

The Secretary Gull said unhurriedly.

"As the price for suspending the reports, we will have exclusive reporting rights for this public execution by the Navy."

"This is the real world-shattering big news!"

Exclusive reporting rights for a public execution!

Charles's eyes lit up again.

The previous clamor was mainly due to feeling that his great work had been treated unfairly, not because of any real sense of justice.

Now that another opportunity had presented itself, he naturally calmed down.

"The Marines intend to make this a grand spectacle this time. They plan to broadcast this execution live on islands across the nations."

"Sabaody Archipelago is no exception."

Secretary Gull had more to say.

"Of course, more importantly, we can go to the battlefield ourselves to report!" His gaze was also filled with fervor.

No deep insight was needed; the name Whitebeard alone was enough to realize what a grand spectacle this execution would be.

Reporting on such a scene truly excited Gull!

"And what about that photographer reporter? The President said he wants to give him some reward."

"Arne?"

Upon hearing about the exclusive report, Charles no longer cared about the news ban.

He had already anticipated this when he exaggerated his reports.

If a reporter didn't have a few banned articles, could they even be called a Grand Line reporter?

He went out to ask a few questions.

Arne, the new reporter, had seen his status in the branch office skyrocket.

Charles generously equipped him with an expensive Den Den Mushi for photography, its small and portable size always a must-have item for renowned reporters.

However, this guy seemed to be holding something.

Charles didn't pay much attention, chatted briefly, and returned to Secretary Gull.

"This guy has a very interesting request!" he clicked his tongue.

"Oh?"

"He hopes to add a live broadcast screen at Marineford as well. Caw caw caw, let those Marines see themselves being broadcast, how amusing!" Secretary Gull instinctively frowned, not understanding the meaning behind this request.

However, it shouldn't be difficult to fulfill.

After all, they had just agreed to the Marines' request for a news ban.

"Alright, I'll relay it to Lord Morgans!"

"Remember, the public execution is in seven days."

Secretary Gull flapped its wings and glided out of the branch office window.

Then it landed on the ground and ran quickly.

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"That delivery gull is gone. They must have agreed to my request."

Arne muttered to himself.

"Hehehe, this is an essential step."

He held another hand in his own, a hand like some kind of parasite, with ears and eyes.

Clearly, the person confined to the solitary cell was still unwilling to be bored.

"Continue your career development. You seem quite interested in this profession."

Buggy felt his initial advice should have worked.

Interest was the best thing; reporters were very important tools.

The people of this world hadn't really seen the power of public opinion yet.

Of course, it could also be the power of a few well-placed words.

Arne blushed a little when his thoughts were exposed, stammering:

"Don't forget, I'm still your navigator."

"Navigator candidate," Buggy jumped to the window, emphasizing the word.

Navigator was a very important position on a ship, and he had to choose carefully.

"Alright, alright, candidate."

"Just don't forget."

Arne watched with a slightly helpless expression as the strange hand hopped out of the window.

It soon disappeared into the crowd.

Judging by its direction, it seemed similar to Secretary Gull's path.

He rubbed his head and picked up his Den Den Mushi for taking pictures.

He planned to interview a friend he had recently made.

It was a cute fellow with a bounty of 100 Belly!

Arne felt that interviewing these guys was much easier than interviewing other pirates.

And they always had plenty to talk about regarding bounties.