Wow—after driving those craftsmen, miners, and farmers to their deaths, Lord Rost had finally set his sights on the information brokers?!
That was Con Artist Megan's first thought.
Dispatching large numbers of people to travel with merchant caravans, enter various regions, gather fresh news, and publish it for free... who knew how many information brokers would lose their jobs because of this.
But when she thought of the significance written on the parchment, she realized that Viscount Rost could hardly be such a shortsighted man.
The information brokers would at most suffer an undeserved disaster.
Still... perhaps one of these people's tasks really was to gather intelligence. They would simply share most of the "useless" information directly, while handing valuable intelligence over to Viscount Rost.
Con Artist Megan truly deserved her reputation as someone who had struggled through the underworld for so many years and had even successfully swindled a mid-ranking noble. Her mind was incredibly quick, and in an instant, she had imagined countless possibilities.
"The Golden Merchants' Guild on the elven side has already begun operating. This network will gradually spread across the entire continent, but that will take time. For now, your activities will remain within our Dawn Kingdom."
Viscount Rost had no idea that, during the few seconds he spent finalizing the details of the plan, Con Artist Megan had already filled in so much on her own. "At the beginning, you will not need to investigate any confidential information, much less meddle with the foundations of each territory. Safety comes first. Just report the 'fresh news' that the public in each region already knows."
Con Artist Megan was slightly stunned. "Then wouldn't we only need the most superficial information?"
"Can you do it?" Viscount Rost nodded slightly and continued asking.
"Of course. This is our