In Rost Territory, they had gained respectable identities and relatively high wages. These people who had once scraped by at the bottom of the royal capital were now no different from the relatively well-off free citizens. They discussed matters properly and whispered among themselves when a figure suddenly emerged from the small room at the back.
In an instant, everyone fell silent.
"From today onward, you need to forget everything that happened during this past period."
Con Artist Megan stepped onto the stage. Her very first words caused an uproar, and many people could not help but change expression. Could it be that their comfortable lives over the past few weeks were about to end?
Fortunately, Con Artist Megan understood what everyone was thinking and had no intention of keeping them in suspense. She immediately explained, "From now on, you are no longer thugs crawling through the gutters, no longer vermin in the eyes of those free citizens. Every one of you will receive an official, respectable identity as free citizens of the royal capital. Viscount Rost fought for this on your behalf. And you will join the World Economic News Agency and become its reporters."
"And I will be the president of the World Economic News Agency, responsible for overall management."
With a wave of her hand, Con Artist Megan had someone beside her dump an entire large box of Second-Generation Magic Net Rings onto the table.
If the surrounding nobles had witnessed this scene, their eyes would probably have bulged with envy.
At present, the only place where one could purchase the Second-Generation Magic Net was Hedy the Coffin Bearer's Magic Net Service Hall, and it had always been unable to keep up with demand. Many nobles had sent people to wait outside the service hall in hopes