Little Lord.

Jude and others were sent away by Jiang Zhuozhuo not long ago.

According to Jiang Zhuozhuo, she wanted to influence this group of crows.

All bird tribes are the people of the Phoenix, and she cannot let them go astray.

But with Jude and other raptors around, it's hard for the Crows to open up.

Jude wasn't quite convinced.

But Jiang Zhuozhuo said that Huo Weiler was nearby and would definitely be able to rush over at the first opportunity if anything happened.

After leaving the base, Jude found Howell nearby. Thinking that Jiang Zhuozhuo was not lying, he retreated as Jiang Zhuozhuo wished.

But Jude still went over and told Howell that he had a feeling the Ninth Princess was going to do something bad.

Most of the time, the Ninth Princess is very reliable, but occasionally she will come up with some troublesome ideas.

Even if her ideas are proven to be correct in the end, we still have to be careful not to let her rush into it at the beginning.

They have thick skin and tough flesh, so they can go first.

Howiller nodded to show that he understood, and then he hid in a high place and found a good view, watching Jiang Zhuozhuo flying around and urging the group of crows to prepare the food.

On the way, he even flew back to the castle and picked up some miscellaneous seasonings.

It's obvious at first glance that he's going to do something bad.

Hoveler waited patiently.

After everyone in the base had finished their work and sat together waiting for food, Howell flew down, transformed into a human, and knocked on the door.

There was silence inside.

Then came a low voice: "Don't open the door!"

The voice was familiar, but it was far more stealthy than the Crow Clan, more like someone who was lurking in the Fertile Province.

"It's not cooked yet."

The birds are crying.

You can smell the strong aroma inside through the door.

Hoville noticed that birds from the neighborhood were poking their heads out to see what was being eaten.

"..."

Howell used a little force and opened the door lock.

A lock, I can afford to pay for it.

Jiang Zhuozhuo looked at the door that was opened from the outside in disbelief.

For people like them, door locks are just decorations, right?
Before Lightning and the others could say anything, Jiang Zhuozhuo had already severely criticized Huo Weiler: "How dare you break into a private house!"

"Someone is hiding the Ninth Princess. It doesn't count as trespassing." Huo Weiler lowered his eyes and looked at Jiang Zhuozhuo who was trying to block the boiling red pot behind him. "I knocked on the door."

Jiang Zhuozhuo looked depressed.

Who said that the most dangerous place is the safest place? She thought she could happily sneak into the Sun Weekly headquarters to eat skewers!
Wait, The Sun?
Jiang Zhuozhuo suddenly remembered that the newspaper had been using Howell to boost sales all day long, and couldn't help but look at Howell with concern.

Well... the mask is still on.

But will his new look make The Sun Weekly write about him again and make him another fortune?
Watching others make a lot of money is more painful than losing money yourself!

Jiang Zhuozhuo immediately pushed Huo Weiler out the door.

After pushing the man to a place where the Crows could not see him, she lowered her voice and questioned the disobedient knight: "Didn't I tell you not to come over? Why did you come here on your own?"

Hoville: "..."

This way you're just adding fuel to other people's front-page headlines.

You have to know that he is now in a delicate situation where Jiang Zhuozhuo is pressing him against the wall and whispering to him.

This stronghold is hidden in the city, surrounded by residential houses.

Howler could already feel the prying eyes coming from all directions.

"Your Highness, please don't press me like this."

Hoville could only remind.

Jiang Zhuozhuo:?

Yes, this posture seems a little wrong.

Jiang Zhuozhuo put his hands behind his back and pretended that he had done nothing.

Since this skewers base had been discovered, she had no choice but to discuss with Huo Weiler: "The skewers will be ready soon, you wait outside for a while, I'll get you some too. We'll go back after we finish eating, don't tell Dad and the others, okay?"

Huo Weiler thought of Jiang Zhuozhuo's obsession with food, and then thought of the sad cry of the bird he had just heard...

After all, there was no way to take people away by force.

Hoville said, "I will go in with your Highness."

Jiang Zhuozhuo said: "But..."

She didn't want to give the Sun the chance to make money from Horwell again.

"Or we can leave now," Hoveler said.

Jiang Zhuozhuo's nose was filled with the aroma of chuanchuanxiang.

Young taste buds just like spicy food and it doesn’t help their health at all!
Counter-Anyway, Howell has been choreographed for so long, it wouldn't be too much to be choreographed once more, right?
Jiang Zhuozhuo resolutely led Huo Weiler inside.

The moment the two entered the room, all the crows in the house quickly returned to their original positions, maintaining the same situation as when Jiang Zhuozhuo left.

It was as if they had never left their positions to peek at what was happening outside.

If it was a human form, it would not be impossible to make the front page headlines. Jiang Zhuozhuo did not think too much, the only thing on her mind was the skewers she was about to eat.

Huo Weiler looked at the skewer hotpot with red bubbles in front of him with a complicated expression.

If he remembered correctly, this should be the Northern Continent seasoning that Jiang Zhuozhuo purchased from the Sailors' Market.

It is said that orcs will have a severe reaction after taking it, and it was once listed as a banned drug in various competitive activities.

The impact on the bird race is not that big, but if a human eats it, it will still cause some damage to the body.

A few days ago, Jiang Zhuozhuo was still muttering that Lan En and the others wouldn't let her eat it, so this gave her the opportunity to cook it secretly.

Howell's eyes swept across the crows. These birds seemed to have no idea what Jiang Zhuozhuo had stolen.

Thinking of the unhealthy eating habits of the Crow Tribe, Huo Weiler frowned slightly. When Jiang Zhuozhuo reached out to take the skewers, he said, "Let me try it first."

Jiang Zhuozhuo still hoped that Huo Weiler would help keep it a secret from Maine and Lan En. Upon hearing this, he actively offered tribute to Huo Weiler: "Eat this! Tenderloin, very tender! And this, this, and this!"

Soon, she stuffed the empty plate in front of Horville with a bunch of skewers of food that she wanted to eat, ranging from meat skewers to tofu to vegetables to mushrooms, with a wide variety of both meat and vegetables.

Howiler glanced at the crows who were trying hard to reduce their presence, then picked up a string of fish balls and tasted it.

A spicy feeling spreads throughout the mouth.

His good chivalrous qualities prevented him from showing any abnormality. He carefully considered the impact of this food on his body and finally came to the conclusion: there would be some harm, but not much.

At least it’s nothing to Jiang Zhuozhuo, who has the blood of the Phoenix.

Hoville said, "Your Highness, please eat."

When Jiang Zhuozhuo heard this, he immediately told everyone to start eating.

The crows had been smelling the fragrance for a while and could no longer bear it. After hearing what Jiang Zhuozhuo said, they no longer hesitated and divided up all the food in the pot in a blink of an eye.

Jiang Zhuozhuo, who had just tasted two skewers and was about to take more:?

Is this how all you Crows eat?

How much to eat depends on snatching!
Hoville said, "Now that we have finished eating, shouldn't Your Highness leave?"

Jiang Zhuozhuo turned around and saw that the plate in front of Huo Weiler was empty, not giving her any chance to grab some food. She said angrily, "Who said we've finished eating? There's still a lot left to cook!"

There were some shy crows among the clan, and they realized that their behavior of snatching food was not good. After all, the Ninth Princess was still young, and they should give in to the little bird.

They took the initiative to put the remaining skewers into the pot to cook for the second round.

Seeing that the skewers that had just come out of the pot would have to wait for a while before they could be eaten, Jiang Zhuozhuo started chatting with the crows whose faces were rosy from eating spicy food.

Mainly talk about their work.

Jiang Zhuozhuo is also very ambitious. She has long said that she wants to publish a newspaper here, so naturally she wants to learn from the most popular newspapers in the imperial capital.

"How do you conduct pre-job training? If I want to train a group of reporters and editors, how should I start?"

Jiang Zhuozhuo humbly asked for advice.

Lan En could also answer these questions for her, but Jiang Zhuozhuo felt that frontline practitioners like Lightning might be able to give her some different inspiration.

Seeing Jiang Zhuozhuo asking him questions sincerely, Lightning felt very complicated.

Apart from the president, Jiang Zhuozhuo was the most kind noble they had ever met.

This kind of kindness is different from the president's kindness.

The president always said that although others looked down on the Crow Tribe, The Sun Weekly was very willing to accept them.

He would also regularly organize the Crows to read past slanderous reports about them, saying that in the past their people had difficulty taking a single step in the Imperial Capital, and that it was up to their generation of Crows to change the status of the Crows and more discriminated groups!

Jiang Zhuozhuo's attitude towards them was as if... they were just ordinary birds among the countless birds.

Even though he knew they were from the Crow Tribe, he did not turn around and leave. Instead, he invited them to make this... fresh food called Chuan Chuan Xiang.

During this time, they observed the fertile province for a long time and found that all the birds here walked very briskly, as if every bird was in a hurry to do something - even the little birds that should have been wandering around doing nothing were no exception.

They also saw goblins.

Lightning had witnessed such a scene at the dock.

A few goblins pushed open the door of the "Handy Fries" chain store and walked in, ordering a bowl of noodles with meat.

There was also a bird shop assistant who took the initiative to chat with him: "Is it your turn to take a day off today?"

The goblin said, "Yes, actually we don't want to take a vacation at all. We really want to help the lord dig out the dungeon as soon as possible."

The bird clerk praised: "The dungeon sounds so cool. I will take my bird cub to play there when it is open to the public! By the way, have you got your employee ID? If you have, you can eat at the employee price in the store."

The goblin said, "No, no, it's already very cheap. It's just a small amount, we can just pay the original price."

At that moment, Lightning thought he was hallucinating.

The status of the goblins in the northern continent is slightly lower than that of the crows.

Since when will a goblin be able to say "that's just a small amount of money"?
Feeling the spicy aftertaste in his mouth, Lightning, the clan leader and editor-in-chief, told Jiang Zhuozhuo about their talent training model of "The Sun Weekly".

The young birds of their crow tribe will receive relevant training at an early age and have precious educational opportunities with the support of the president.

When they reach adulthood, all Crows will be directly employed by the Sun Weekly.

A large number of them will become front-line reporters scattered across the empire, reporting back the information they have discovered in a timely manner.

Jiang Zhuozhuo nodded repeatedly after hearing this.

She understands this. Education should start from childhood to provide society with targeted professional talents!
"Your president is quite nice!" Jiang Zhuozhuo praised sincerely before continuing to ask, "What about your salary and benefits? Do you have five insurances and one fund? If everyone is scattered all over the place, how can the monthly salary be distributed to everyone in a timely manner? For long-distance business trips like yours, do you get travel subsidies? By the way, where do you usually live? Does the company provide you with housing?"

Hoville: "..."

Your Highness, if you ask this question, the president of The Sun Weekly will be panicked.

(End of this chapter)