Honey was very happy when she was summoned into the office, and as soon as she entered, she looked around the mahogany table, as if she wanted to see it through.

"What's wrong?" Roland wondered, "Is there anything different about this table?"

"Did you put a treasure in it?" Honey even sniffed on the table, "or does it have some other function, such as automatic heating at night?"

"How can it ......," he smiled dumbly, "it's just an ordinary desk, and it's full of documents and official letters." ”

"Eh, really?" said Honey with a skeptical expression, "Then why does Nightingale have to lie at the table for so long every night?"

"W-what?" Roland and Wendy froze, and the nightingale bounced off their chaise longues.

"When I train Grayhair, it tells me, even though it can only be expressed in motion. Honey replied solemnly, "Sister Nightingale always sits in your place when no one is around, with her face pressed against the table—well—"

Before she could finish speaking, the nightingale flashed over and covered her mouth tightly, "I—I'm just a little sleepy, leaning back on the table and squinting for a while! Besides, how can a bird, a bird know what I'm doing?

Wendy held her forehead helplessly.

"Ahem," Roland coughed twice, "probably because Gray Fur was wrong......?

Honey slurred in the nightingale's palm, "Grayhair is an owl." ”

There was a brief silence in the office.

"Anyway, you're wrong," Roland cleared his throat and waved his hand at the red-faced nightingale. The latter stomped his feet and fled directly into the mist, completely hiding his figure.

It looks like she won't be showing up for a while.

"Really? I see. Honey didn't follow, "If the table was hot, I would have wanted one." ”

"Why?" Roland said, raising an eyebrow, "Aren't there heating in the castle and in the witches' building?"

"But there is no in the garden, and if Sister Ye Zi is not there, it will be difficult to warm up there—lately they have not been able to move, and I am afraid that they will be cold, so I have built a platform under the olive tree and slept with them. If the tables were warm, they would be a little more comfortable. ”

Is that why she was so interested in her desk? Roland noticed that there were a few bird feathers on the honey's fluffy curls, which at first glance looked like a nest of untended grass. He found that he did ignore the habitat of the animal messengers, subconsciously believing that they had the ability to adapt to nature, but did not consider that it was against the laws of nature to let them brave the wind and snow during the evil moon.

"The table can't get hot, but I'll have a kang in the garden," he said with a smile, "how about a bed-sized place to gather all the animals you've trained?"

"Really?" Honey's eyes lit up, "Thank you!"

"It's nothing, but can you really talk to them?"

Honey scratched her head embarrassedly, "Actually, as Sister Nightingale said, most animals can't speak, so they only use simple movements to imitate what they see, and guessing wrong is common, and it can't be counted as real conversation." ”

I see, Roland thought to himself, and while magic could make tamed birds and beasts obey honey, it could not give them near-human intelligence to make them another species, "What if they just found something interesting and showed you the way?"

"Interesting?"

Honey looked pensive, and just as Roland pondered how to explain the meaning of the word "news," she suddenly spoke, "Sister Wendy and Teacher Books often get together for a drink, and when they get drunk, they will lie on the balcony and sing—is that funny?"

"And this?" Roland couldn't help but be surprised, Wendy was the head of the Witch Alliance, she was gentle and kind, and she made people feel like a spring breeze at any time, and Shujuan, as the Minister of Education and the teacher of the witches' elementary course, was full of patience and intellectual beauty, and although she was not smiling, she was extremely attentive to the Alliance sisters. It was hard for him to imagine that these two were drunk at times, and it seemed that more than once they had heard honey say, "Why have I never heard a song?"

"Because they usually only meet when you go on your expedition, after all, if Sister Nightingale is not there, it is convenient for them to drink her drinks. Honey said, "And it's not just singing, Midoritail told me that they sometimes talk about you—well—"

This time it was Wendy's turn to cover her mouth, "I'm just happy and happy about what Your Majesty has accomplished - besides, she also said that birds don't speak, so how can she understand what we're saying?"

"Greentail is a parrot,......" Honey said with her cheeks puffed.

Seeing that the room was about to fall silent again, Roland hurriedly stood up and said, "Okay, this is indeed an unusual and interesting thing, you are qualified." ”

"Passable?" she bewildered.

"Wait, Your Majesty, I suddenly feel that it may not be appropriate for her to be the center of the Propaganda Department......" Wendy coughed.

"Rest assured, all manuscripts are ultimately reviewed before they can be published, and the content in the newspaper is mainly about public events, and there are not too many witches. Roland clapped his head, "Besides, ordinary people can't enter the castle area at all, so you don't need to worry about it." After all, only her animal messenger can quickly get news from all over the world. ”

"Your Majesty, can I know what you're discussing?" exclaimed Honey with her hand raised.

"Of course," said Roland, holding back a smile and seducing step by step, "it's a very interesting job—come to me, and I'll explain it to you in detail." ”

With the news center in place and the technology for running the newspaper finalized, the next step is to recruit people and establish an interview-writing system. This part of the work was undoubtedly the most appropriate for Barov, and as for the post of minister, he decided to take it up to himself for the time being.

Due to the level of acceptance, the newspaper was published only once a week in Neverwinter in the early days. In addition to the major events that occur in various places, there will also be a part of the page to record folk news and trivial matters of life. Coupled with the official background of the town hall, Roland believes that it will not be long before it becomes the most credible propaganda channel, greatly improving the current lack of publicity, and at the same time providing a rich conversation point for the pub public, thus squeezing gossip out of the communication market.

However, these are only things that are recorded on the surface, and what he is more interested in is the second half of Honey's stopping.

Of course, he didn't have to rush for a while, and if he became the minister, he could have summoned Honey alone in the future and asked her about those secret anecdotes, such as what Wendy and Shujuan said when they got drunk.

It's really curious.