Chapter 340: The Pawn in the Shadows

Luo Yan turned at the sound, only to see a face he did not recognize.

The man was wearing the uniform of the Garrison Commander, standing ramrod straight, but his hair was a mess, and he looked travel-worn. Perhaps because he was off-duty, he had paid no mind to his appearance, and his expression was overly constrained by shock and nervousness.

Watching the man glare fiercely at the children, Luo Yan could even guess what was going through his mind: "Of all the people you could have provoked, why did you have to pick this one?!"

The children, of course, looked at him with innocent faces, save for the little girl with eyebrows as thick as caterpillars, who lowered her head, knowing she was in the wrong.

Luo Yan sized up the officer and smiled slightly.

"Who are you?"

The man subconsciously stood even straighter, his fist pressed against his puffed-out chest, and he gave a standard Imperial military salute like a soldier.

"Reporting, Your Highness! I am Corsair Brian! During the banquet at the Valencia Manor, the Northern Garrison of the Shengcheng was responsible for perimeter security, and I was the Centurion in charge of the squad at the time..."

Only halfway through his sentence, Corsair's face involuntarily flushed red, and he almost didn't have the nerve to continue.

He knew perfectly well that for a minor character like himself, who only appeared in the background, it was impossible for Prince Kelin to remember his face.

And indeed, that was the case.

The Demon King's skin was not thick enough to pretend to be close with a complete stranger.

However, he patiently listened to Mr. Corsair's self-introduction and nodded with a smile after the man finished speaking.

"You know these children?" Luo Yan's gaze shifted to Daiona, White, and the other orphans, his tone gentle.

As his gaze fell upon the children, Corsair's tone softened, his caring eyes revealing a hint of helplessness.

"Yes, Your Highness. Most of them... are orphans whose parents went missing or sacrificed themselves on the front lines. Due to some... er, procedural and bureaucratic issues, they cannot be fully absorbed by the Church's welfare institutions. Mr. Ding Ge—the owner of this workshop—and I have taken in as many as we could."

At this point, Corsair paused for a moment before adding:

"Of course, relying on just the two of us is far from enough. This orphanage has been able to operate until now entirely thanks to the funding of a warm-hearted Baron."

Luo Yan asked jokingly.

"Is that Baron Mr. Mi Tiya?"

Corsair was slightly taken aback, and then his eyes filled with surprise and astonishment.

"Your Highness, you... you know Mi Tiya?!"

Luo Yan smiled faintly and nodded slightly.

"Mm, I have met him once."

Having said that, his gaze fell upon the crooked plaque at the entrance, and then his line of sight followed the words 【Ding Ge's Repair Workshop】 into the courtyard.

Looking at the vaguely visible metal parts and cluttered mechanical devices inside, Luo Yan couldn't help but raise an eyebrow with interest.

"Can you take me inside to have a look? I'm a bit curious about the situation here."

Corsair put away the joy on his face and hurriedly gestured for him to enter.

"Of course! Your Highness, please follow me! It's just a bit cluttered inside, so I hope you don't mind."

As the saying goes, birds of a feather flock together. Since he was a friend of Baron Mi Tiya, this Prince must surely be a kind-hearted person as well.

Corsair thought simply, while simultaneously feeling relieved for those few ignorant children.

If it were an ordinary noble, this matter likely wouldn't have passed so easily.

When all was said and done, they were all commoners; even with his rank of Centurion, he was nothing in front of the true masters of this Shengcheng.

Luo Yan nodded with a smile and followed Corsair into the courtyard.

Sarah followed behind with a hint of caution, her gaze sweeping across the surroundings, lingering especially on the little pickpocket.

Daiona felt a bit intimidated by her gaze, not just because of her guilty conscience, but also because Sarah had, after all, seen blood.

However, Sarah did not make things difficult for her; instead, she nodded at her and then followed Luo Yan into the dilapidated little courtyard.

The moment he crossed the threshold, the cluttered and dilapidated scene unfolded before Luo Yan.

The courtyard was piled with various semi-finished machines and metal parts, oil-stained tools were scattered under a hastily erected wooden shed, and a few children were squatting on the ground, clumsily fiddling with rusted gears, seemingly treating them as toys.

Seeing a stranger enter, they did not stop what they were doing, but instead became even more "busy," though their eyes were clearly stealing glances this way, scouting the situation in the courtyard.

It was clear they had heard the commotion at the gate and felt fear at the arrival of this uninvited guest and the trouble Daiona had caused.

"Lord Demon King, this Ding Ge... could he be a follower of the God of Machines?!" You You, floating beside Luo Yan, was exceptionally excited, chattering away on a channel only Luo Yan could hear.

Luo Yan did not comment on its wild imagination, simply replying calmly in his heart.

"Call me Kelin when we are outside."

You You was at a loss for words, and only after a long while did it say, aggrieved.

"But, but I am You You."

Luo Yan replied calmly.

"That will hinder my immersion."

You You: "............"

Looking at the nervous children, Corsair whistled at them. Seeing this familiar face, their expressions clearly relaxed.

Luo Yan noticed that these children trusted this Centurion deeply.

It seemed the degree to which the Imperial Officer faction had penetrated the grassroots of the Empire was perhaps even more "terrifying" than they themselves realized.

At least in the Shengcheng, that was the case.

After soothing the children in the courtyard, Corsair turned and explained in a low voice to Luo Yan.

"Your Highness, this was originally Mr. Ding Ge's repair workshop. Although in my personal opinion he is a genius, perhaps others do not think so. If he says anything offensive to you in a moment, please forgive him."

Luo Yan smiled and said.

"I am not such a narrow-minded person, but I am curious... why this genius lives in such a simple place."

Corsair's expression became somewhat complex, and after hesitating for a moment, he said.

"He... how should I put it? He is quite stubborn in the technical field and not smooth enough. Actually, he lived quite well before; his salary as an engineer at the Imperial Royal Naval Academy was very substantial, even more than mine. But that is also his problem: once he immerses himself in his own world, he cannot get out. I heard that he previously proposed building a warship made entirely of metal for the Empire. Don't laugh yet... he really did say that."

Luo Yan did not laugh; instead, a look of surprise appeared on his face.

"That is indeed a bit unusual. And then?"

This guy was a talent.

He had also wanted to get an ironclad warship for the Underworld, but it was a pity that the Underworld had no port that could use such a thing, so he could only save it for his own use later.

But in all seriousness, it was no wonder the people around him thought he was a lunatic.

Not to mention the gap in steel production and riveting technology, even if the Os Empire really built this ironclad, it would have no opponents.

In the past thousand years, there had been no naval battles between the Empire and the Underworld; at most, they fought on decks or coastlines.

"Then... there was no then." Corsair said with a bitter smile, "That was just a small episode in his career, and he is the type of person who never just talks; he puts things into action. To be honest, it is already quite remarkable that he wasn't punished."

Luo Yan nodded.

"Indeed."

Corsair continued.

"I don't know the specific details, but in short... I heard that because of a disagreement in design philosophy, he was expelled from the Imperial Royal Naval Academy. After that, he lived in a daze for a while until I returned from the front lines and happened to meet him."

"We were classmates before, and I couldn't just leave this guy alone, so I helped him find this storefront here to open a repair shop... At least on this street, with me looking out for him, he doesn't have to worry about being harassed by thugs. As for taking in those children later, that was at the request of old comrades from the Red Shield Brotherhood... er, you might not know what that is, but in short, it's a place where retired veterans of the Shengcheng help each other."

"I know, I heard Legion Commander Yuliel is your leader," Luo Yan said with a smile, "I met him once at the Duke of Valencia's banquet."

Hearing the name of Legion Commander Yuliel, a flash of reverence crossed Corsair's face, and his back straightened subconsciously.

"Yes, Legion Commander Yuliel is also a member of the Red Shield. Although he doesn't like us calling him 'boss,' we all respect him from the bottom of our hearts."

Luo Yan smiled at this respect, but was not interested in Yuliel's affairs, and after a moment, brought the topic back to "Mr. Ironclad."

He was more interested in that.

Standing on the shoulders of giants to see that the Earth is round was nothing to marvel at, but standing in a basin and being able to see the ocean beyond it was quite remarkable.

"Just now you mentioned that Mr. Ding Ge and the Imperial Royal Naval Academy had a disagreement in philosophy. What exactly did that refer to?"

Corsair hesitated for a moment, seemingly weighing his words, and finally answered honestly: "Mr. Ding Ge... insists on developing machines that ordinary people can easily operate. He believes that technology should not be monopolized in the hands of a few, and that at the very least, improving soldiers' equipment could increase their survival space on the battlefield. But those old pedants at the academy thought he was being whimsical, so he never had a chance to get ahead, and in the end, they perhaps found an excuse to expel him."

Corsair's description was concise, but Luo Yan knew he had actually concealed some things.

The Holy Saint Xisi Church suppressed non-magical machines not only because of the struggle for interests between academic factions, but more because the shadow of the God of Machines lingered over the Holy Saint Xisi Church.

Most of the universities in the Shengcheng were the Church's territory, and naturally, they would not accept an outsider who might go astray.

Moreover, non-magical machines were not necessarily much more powerful than magical devices.

As for the inspiration non-magical machines provided for the development of magical devices (magic crystal cannons belonged to this category), and their significance in improving the lives of ordinary people, that was another topic entirely.

Most people could not see that far ahead, and even if they did, it was meaningless.

Just like Corsair's unwillingness to mention the details of this matter to him, in his view, he, as an "outsider," did not understand the conflicts of interest between the various factions in the Shengcheng, and even if he did, it would be of no help.

Although he actually understood this city far better than Corsair imagined.

Luo Yan's mouth curled into a faint smile, his eyes revealing a hint of appreciation.

"It sounds like this gentleman is an idealist."

"Indeed." Corsair nodded, his tone filled with more respect and a hint of regret, "It's just a pity; sometimes... even I feel his ideas are too advanced, to the point where in the eyes of the vast majority, he is like a lunatic."

Luo Yan's eyebrows lifted slightly.

"Hearing you say that, I am even more curious about him."

"You will see him soon, I just hope you won't be disappointed..." Corsair smiled, pushed open the door for Luo Yan and his guard, and gestured for them to enter. "We have arrived!"

Luo Yan stepped slowly into the workshop located deep in the courtyard, and a musty smell mixed with the scent of machine oil rushed toward him.

His gaze swept across the surroundings inadvertently, only to see the room piled with all kinds of metal parts, semi-finished products, and discarded mechanical devices, to the point that the originally spacious room seemed a bit crowded.

Luo Yan carefully examined those seemingly rough yet ingenious mechanical designs. On a table not far away lay a small doll with a spring, which looked like it had been modified from an old toy. And in a corner not far away lay a closed metal ship hull with a strange structure and small proportions.

That thing might very well be the "ironclad" Corsair spoke of, but no matter how he looked at it, he felt it looked like a submarine model.

"... These are all little gadgets Ding Ge tinkers with in his spare time, they aren't of much use, I hope you don't mind, Your Highness." Corsair scratched his head embarrassedly, saying somewhat shyly.

Useless?

That was hard to say.

Luo Yan smiled slightly and did not respond, but his gaze drifted inadvertently toward the depths of the workshop.

Only to see behind a workbench, a thin young man with messy hair was focused intently on hammering and tapping at a pile of complex metal parts.

He was about twenty-five or twenty-six, wearing a pair of goggles on the bridge of his nose, and his bangs were stuck to the lenses by sweat, yet he was completely unaware, as if he were completely immersed in his own world, neither noticing the things outside nor realizing that people had come into the room.

Seeing this guy so oblivious, Corsair had no choice but to walk up hurriedly and grab him by the shoulder.

"Ding Ge! Ding Ge! Stop hammering that piece of junk! Look who's here!"

Ding Ge was startled, lifted his head abruptly, looked at Corsair blankly, and then followed his gaze to see Luo Yan and Sarah behind him. His eyes did not become clear because of this, but instead became even more confused and bewildered.

Seeing him dazed, Corsair hurriedly leaned close to his ear to remind him.

"This is Prince Kelin!"

This "shut-in" obviously didn't know any Kelin, but he did recognize the word "Prince."

He was startled, took off his goggles in a fluster, bowed and saluted with a flushed face, almost tumbling to the ground.

"Your, Your Highness?! Why are you here..."

Luo Yan did not answer, but looked with interest at the unfinished "artifact" on the workbench.

It was a metal bird made of iron wire, except that what connected the bones was not joints, but exquisitely designed connecting rods and gears.

Luo Yan always felt it looked familiar, and only after staring at it for a long time did he suddenly realize.

Good heavens—

An ornithopter?!

Of course, this wasn't the kind from *Dune*, but the kind drawn on Leonardo da Vinci's draft paper.

Although this guy hadn't actually finished making this thing, but... didn't that person on Earth also fail to make it?

Considering that this world had magic, this guy's odds of success were still much higher than that 14th-century painter.

Luo Yan liked this "model aircraft" very much, but his face remained calm as he asked calmly: "Mr. Ka Yona, what is... this in front of you?"

Facing a noble, Ding Ge was obviously much more nervous than his friend.

However, when talking about his work, his eyes immediately shone with light, and his tone became excited, as if he had become a different person.

"Re... Reporting to Your Highness, this is my latest... er... a concept, a flight device that mimics birds. Theoretically, it can allow people to fly in the sky without the power of magic."

Seemingly worried about being mocked, he hurriedly added another sentence before his voice had even faded.

"Please don't laugh at me, Your Highness. I previously saw records in some ancient historical texts, saying that about a thousand years ago, someone flew into the sky without relying on the power of magic. The location was said to be in the southern region of the Kingdom of Lain. They controlled the airflow through a few small pieces of paper..."

He became more excited as he spoke, gesturing with his hands and feet.

However, Corsair, standing beside him, was terrified, worried that Ding Ge's unbridled remarks would anger the Holy Light nobles, and even more worried that these theories would be associated with the heretical "God of Machines" strictly forbidden by the Church.

"Ahem! Ding Ge!" He coughed forcefully, frantically signaling for this guy to stop.

Ding Ge also seemed to realize he had said too much, his face changed slightly, and he returned to being that wooden and constrained young man.

Luo Yan did not care about the things the citizens of the Shengcheng feared.

However, he also knew that as long as one stood on the land illuminated by the Holy Light, one could not discuss those interesting things, so he did not make things difficult for them, as they were not masters of their own fate.

He was different from Lin Te Ai Sa Ke; he would not force people to do things that were out of place, at most placing them at a crossroads he had designed, letting them make their own choices.

In any case, he could guess how they would choose.

A person's body is always more honest than their mouth.

"Mr. Ka Yona's concept is very... bold and creative. Perhaps because the Star Fall Continent is too far from the Shengcheng, the people there are not so taboo about the things you mentioned. And I personally am quite interested in your concept."

Having said this, Luo Yan changed the subject, his face carrying a gentle and sincere smile as he continued.

"If Mr. Ka Yona encounters financial difficulties in his research in the future, or wants to find a platform where he can better display his talents, you might as well bring your inventions and concepts to find me at Dry Wood Port on the Star Fall Continent. That place welcomes everyone who carries dreams and talents like you."

Hearing Prince Kelin's invitation, Ding Ge was stunned at first, and then an uncontrollable ecstasy and excitement appeared on his face.

However, when he saw the children hiding outside the window secretly looking at him, the joy on his face gradually faded.

He scratched his messy hair, smiled bitterly, and shook his head.

"Thank you for your appreciation and kindness, Your Highness... It's just that I'm afraid I cannot leave here for the time being. These children... I cannot leave them alone, at least I must wait until they are a bit older."

Corsair was stunned, looked at Ding Ge in surprise, his expression as if he were looking at a troll, and asked, "Has your brain gone bad?"

However, Ding Ge did not show any reaction, as if he hadn't understood his eye signal, just standing there woodenly, stubbornly insisting on his own ideas.

Luo Yan had expected this, and although he felt regret, he did not force it, simply taking out a gold-stamped business card with the Kelin family crest from his bosom and handing it to Ding Ge.

"I understand your concerns, I cannot snatch these children away from their only father, although I do truly appreciate your advanced design concepts. This is my business card. If you change your mind in the future, or if there is anything you need my help with, my offer remains valid."

Ding Ge wiped the machine oil off his hands, lowered his head, hurriedly took the business card, and carefully put it away, as if he were receiving a family heirloom.

"Thank you, Your Highness, I will definitely keep it safe."

He wanted to find his own business card, only then remembering he didn't have such a thing, and awkwardly wiped his oil-stained hands on his clothes.

Luo Yan smiled, waved his hand to indicate he needn't be so formal, then looked up at the gradually darkening sky outside the window and said.

"Thank you all for your company, which has allowed me to spend a fulfilling day and given me a deeper understanding of my homeland... It is getting late, and I still have to attend the coming-of-age banquet Marshal Aiwen is hosting for his son, so I won't disturb you all any further."

Having said this, he nodded to Corsair and turned to walk out the door with Sarah.

Seeing Prince Kelin turn around, Corsair first glared fiercely at Ding Ge, who was scratching his head in confusion, and then trotted out the door.

"Your Highness! Please wait a moment, are you going to the Marshal's Mansion? There are no carriages on Kasenjie, and it will be dark by the time a rickshaw gets there. Let me give you a ride!"

Luo Yan, who had already reached the courtyard gate, stopped, exchanged a look with Sarah, then looked at Corsair, nodded, and said with a smile.

"Then I will trouble you, Mr. Corsair."

Corsair's face lit up, and he hurriedly said.

"Not at all! You are a distinguished guest of the Marshal, and I naturally have the obligation to see you there!"

Having said this, he trotted all the way to the street, took out a whistle, and blew it with all his might.

Before long, a rider in military uniform galloped over, and upon seeing the Centurion, immediately dismounted.

Corsair gave him a few instructions with a stern expression, the rider nodded like a garlic-pounding machine, and soon returned to his horse, galloping toward the nearby Garrison Commander's outpost.

Watching Corsair's busy back, Luo Yan couldn't help but smile.

Compared to Mr. Ding Ge, this Centurion Corsair was clearly much more adept at handling things, and this way of currying favor from the other party's perspective did not make one feel annoyed.

But then again, these Imperial officers and their Emperor were truly unceremonious. The high-ranking Marshal Lako was like this, the far-off Hamilton was like this, and this Centurion right in front of him was no exception... That smooth and practiced posture clearly wasn't the first time he had used the royal carriage for his own affairs.

Buying them off might be easier than buying off the Church and the nobles.

While waiting for the carriage, the boy named White limped to the courtyard gate, looking up at Kelin's back with some regret.

Unlike the other children.

Luo Yan could feel that this kid wasn't that afraid of him.

"So you are Prince Kelin... no wonder."

Luo Yan smiled and turned to look at him.

"You know me?"

Not far away, the children had already started playing and chasing each other in the courtyard. At this moment, they finally believed that the kind gentleman had really left the money for them and hadn't snatched it back.

The thin Daiona's face was flushed with excitement, clutching the money bag tightly, just like a mother, counting on her fingers with them how to spend this money.

They planned to buy Mr. Ding Ge a coat first; he hadn't changed into new clothes for a long time. Then they would replace the mechanical workshop with a more reliable stove, so that not only this winter, but next winter they wouldn't have to worry about freezing!

Of course, considering Mr. Ding Ge's strong hands-on ability, perhaps they could buy parts and make it themselves, which would save another sum.

White withdrew his gaze from his little friends and bowed slightly to Prince Kelin.

"Sir, you joke. I'm afraid in this city, only Mr. Ka Yona, who never leaves the house, doesn't know that name."

Having said this, he sighed with some regret.

"Your Highness, do you really not need a servant? I can raise horses, and sleeping in the stable is fine too... and I don't want wages, just give me a bite to eat when you think of it, and it doesn't matter if you don't."

Luo Yan smiled.

This kid spoke very interestingly. If Corsair was smooth in his actions, then he was the type who could see through people's hearts, always able to precisely hit the soft spot in a person's heart.

This was actually a very remarkable skill.

"When I was at the arena today, I told a young man named Jasper that his future was limitless and his name would be famous throughout the world."

"Then he must be very powerful," White said, seemingly very envious.

Luo Yan looked at this kid who had a child's face but was more sensible than an adult, and smiled as he patted his head.

"Not as powerful as you. Even if his name becomes famous throughout the world, it will be because of the Temple Knights, while you, you will become a legend of the Shengcheng."

White was clearly stunned, but soon returned to "normal," touching his head with a shy smile.

"... Thank you for your praise, I won't wash my hair for the next few days."

Having failed to become Prince Kelin's "adopted son," he didn't pester him, just stood from the perspective of a listener and chatted with Prince Kelin for a while, and at the end expressed that he had benefited a lot.

A moment later, a military carriage drove up in front of everyone.

The Imperial soldier driving the carriage even thoughtfully prepared a footstool tucked under his arm, dismounted, and placed it in front of the carriage door.

Luo Yan and Sarah boarded the carriage one after another, followed by Corsair, who was escorting Prince Kelin.

Under the latter's energetic command, the carriage slowly drove away from Kasenjie, leaving a majestic back for the group of children.

Watching the direction in which the carriage disappeared, Daiona looked at the money bag in her hand with a complex expression, muttering the name "Kelin" in her mouth.

There was one less hateful noble in the Shengcheng.

If one day, the Holy Saint Xisi really responded to her insignificant prayer and sent down flames of punishment upon this city built of blood...

She hoped that he and Baron Mi Tiya would survive.

As for whether she herself died in this great fire, it didn't matter to her...

Because it was getting late, the light inside the carriage was slightly dim, and even though the rider was driving very carefully, it was inevitable that it would be bumpy as the wheels rolled over the uneven road.

This carriage was, after all, for transporting soldiers, and even if an officer were sitting in it, the conditions could hardly compare to the Hilfin family.

However, Luo Yan was not picky about these things.

Looking at the slightly dilapidated street scene outside the window, he said casually.

"Mr. Corsair, I admire your good deeds, but taking care of these children like this, the economic pressure must be quite significant, right?"

Corsair was silent for a while, finally sighed heavily, his expression revealing a hint of helplessness.

"I won't hide it from Your Highness, that is indeed the case. My salary and Mr. Ding Ge's income are barely enough to keep the children from going hungry, but if we want to give them a better education, or help more war orphans like them, it's a bit beyond our means."

The children living in Mr. Ka Yona's mechanical workshop were clearly not just the few they saw today; there were many more young children staying inside the house.

Ding Ge was not a man who knew how to take care of people, not even himself, and many times it was the more sensible children pulling along those who were still ignorant.

Daiona would usually learn the Garrison Commander's foot drill and train those little guys like soldiers... but that level was only child's play in the eyes of professionals.

Having said this, Corsair paused and continued: "As for Baron Mi Tiya... although he is a kind-hearted person, his father died early, and many things were not taught to him in time. His family business has never been in an ideal state. In recent years, he has had to rely on his salary from teaching at the university and the remuneration for painting for Mr. Hilfin to maintain the family's expenses. And the money to fund these children was all saved bit by bit from between his teeth."

After hearing his words, Luo Yan showed an expression of importance, thought for a moment, and then said.

"Children are the future of the Empire, we cannot leave them alone. Perhaps... I have a way to slightly improve your situation, and also provide some new outlets for those children."

Hearing this, Corsair's eyes lit up, he leaned forward slightly, and said excitedly: "Your Highness, please tell me, what is the way?"

Luo Yan smiled faintly and said confidently.

"You can establish a newspaper."

"A newspaper?" Corsair was stunned.

Although he had bought newspapers, he really didn't understand how a newspaper operated, let alone how this could improve the children's situation.

Looking at his ignorant appearance, Luo Yan smiled faintly and continued.

"That's right, a newspaper. In terms of content, I can provide you with some exclusive news from the Star Fall Continent and even the New Continent. This information, which other newspapers don't have, can quickly help you open up the situation, and making it big won't be difficult for you."

"As for management, I noticed that the nobles of the Shengcheng never do business themselves, and you can actually learn from them in this regard. I believe you can definitely find one or two experts on Kasenjie, and with your influence on that street, do I still need to teach you the rest?"

Corsair looked at Prince Kelin in surprise, clearly not expecting him to say these things to him.

However—

He thought about it carefully, and it seemed that the nobles all did it this way, and in an instant, he felt as if he were making a fuss over nothing.

After a pause, Luo Yan's gaze shifted back to the window, looking at the children wandering the streets, and continued.

"And those children can help at the newspaper, whether it's delivering newspapers or doing odd jobs in the editorial department, it's better than picking cotton in a cotton mill, or climbing onto roofs to clean chimneys... If they have the motivation, they can also use this opportunity to learn to read, which can be considered changing their destiny."

Hearing this, Corsair's expression was no longer just surprise, but reached the point of being dumbfounded, and then an uncontrollable ecstasy erupted in his eyes.

The inability to take care of the orphans of his comrades-in-arms had always been an unsolvable pain in his heart, and Prince Kelin had solved all his problems with a single sentence.

Although he didn't know how to operate a newspaper, he had no doubt—

As long as this distinguished Prince was truly willing to help him, the problems facing those orphans would be no problem at all!

He was so excited that he even forgot his identity, actually grabbing Luo Yan's hand, almost incoherent with excitement.

"Your Highness! Your idea... is simply, simply brilliant!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately realized his impropriety, his face instantly flushed red, and he hurriedly let go of his hand to apologize: "I, I'm sorry... I was just too excited just now..."

Sarah maintained her expressionless expression, slightly relaxing the fist resting on her knee, sparing his life for the sake of this human moving his dirty hand away from the Demon King.

Luo Yan laughed heartily without minding at all, waving his hand gently: "Don't worry about it, I can understand your feelings."

Corsair felt even more admiration upon hearing this, and was even moved to an extreme degree.

Holy Saint Xisi above—

Thank you, Supreme One, for letting the distinguished Prince return to this land that is slowly losing its faith and original intention!

The carriage slowly drove out of Kasenjie, the street scene gradually opened up, and the field of vision became brighter.

He looked at Prince Kelin with eager eyes.

"Your Highness, I am a rough man, unlike you who has culture and cultivation... May I ask you to think of a name for this newspaper?"

He didn't dare to use names with "Holy" or "Prince," but if it were Prince Kelin, there would be no problem!

However—

Luo Yan's taste was ultimately not that rustic.

His gaze fell on the outline of the Shengcheng shrouded in dusk, and the distinguished Prince pondered for a moment before speaking slowly.

"Since it is a newspaper looking toward a distant world—"

"Why not call it the *New World Newspaper*."

(End of Chapter) ===== CHAPTER 341 =====