It doesn't matter what his daughter says, but he should be polite to his son-in-law, and after listening to Doris's words just now, Clarence's worry has disappeared for the most part, so he asked, "How did you two meet His Majesty the Emperor and Flandy?"

Bernie recounted the process of meeting Glenn and Flandy with Doris the night before under the pretext of visiting Shirley.

"Journalists, expose the ugly faces of those sinful people?"

Clarence was silent, for that reason, if this happened to someone else, he would definitely applaud the decision of His Majesty the Emperor and Flandy.

But why is it his own daughter?

"What are you supposed to do, let me think. Clarence is not polite, there are only two people here, one is his own daughter, and the other is his future son-in-law, so he directly found a chair to sit down and carefully pondered the pros and cons.

"Okay, I'll go get you a glass of water. Doris said deftly.

Clarence waved her hand again, motioning for her to go, but was silent.

Bernie didn't bother him, but picked up the latest newspaper on the deck and began to recite it.

Memory also needs to be exercised, and as he has to recite the newspaper every day, his already very good memory is now so strong that it is a little perverted.

Although Doris's article was published in this newspaper, he had already read it and could almost memorize it, so he didn't turn over the page directly, but started from the front page and recited it silently.

After a while, Doris also brought the water to Clarence, and then sat quietly on the side, and also took a newspaper and read it slowly.

In fact, at first, only Bernie sent a newspaper to the studio, but then Doris felt bored, so she asked the newspaper delivery person to send an extra one.

All three had their own things going on, and the studio was silent, save for the occasional slight noise of the newspaper.

Nearly an hour passed, Doris finished finishing, Bernie finished reciting, and seeing that Clarence hadn't left yet, Doris asked carefully, "Abba, Bernie is about to start recording." ”

Clarence thought for a long time and didn't have a good solution, because he couldn't figure out what the reporter was, and when he heard his daughter say that his son-in-law was going to start recording, he said, "Let's start, I haven't seen Bernie's recording yet, just listen to it." ”

He is both Doris's Abba and Minister of Culture, and of course has the right to sit in the studio.

"Well, Abba, don't make a noise when Bernie is recording, or you'll have to start from scratch. ”

"I know. Clarence agreed.

As long as he didn't say anything, it didn't matter who was there, so Bernie began to read aloud in his thick, magnetic voice.

Doris's article was on the second page, the back of the newspaper, and Bernie didn't read it until half an hour later.

However, this article was divided into two issues because of the number of words, and if it were to be published in full, it would have to be the entire back, so it took up a quarter of the entire newspaper.

All three had already read the article, so they were all silent as Bernie read it.

It wasn't until more than ten minutes later that Bernie finished reading the article and continued to read.

"Journalist, messenger who records the affairs of the world, this is a noble title, and it can only be possessed if it is recognized by His Majesty the Emperor......"

"Stop!" Clarence suddenly stood up from his chair.

"What's wrong, Abba?" Doris didn't know what had happened to Clarence, and had told him not to make a sound, so why did she forget?

"Give me the newspaper!" Clarence did not answer her daughter, but snatched the newspaper from her hand.

He only read the article written by his daughter in his own office of the Ministry of Culture in the morning, and when he saw the signature on the back, he couldn't hold back his mood and went directly to the Propaganda Department to find Doris.

He hadn't seen it yet, but he didn't expect that there would be an explanation for the title of "reporter" in the background.

It was just two words, and he saw that the signature was: "—Reporter: Doris Prescott." He didn't think much of it, and when Bernie read it out, he was taken aback.

Bernie and Doris, on the other hand, thought that Clarence had finished reading it, so they didn't explain it before.

Clarence snatched the newspaper and continued to read her daughter's article.

"The journalist, the messenger who records the affairs of the world, this is a noble title, and it can only be possessed with the approval of His Majesty the Emperor, and the Oskaian Empire, from the rank of the ministers, as long as it does not involve state secrets, is obliged to answer the questions raised by the reporter. Flying

Journalists have the right to appear in any unclassified place, including the Imperial Palace, and no one has the right to stop them, and those who hold the title of journalist are protected by His Majesty the Emperor, and harming journalists will be regarded as a challenge to His Majesty the Emperor!

Journalists must ensure that their articles are objectively factual, and must describe the truth of the matter in an impartial manner with the attitude of an intermediary, and if the reporter's report is found to be contrary to the facts, His Majesty the Emperor will withdraw the title of journalist. ”

Just a few lines, but it made Clarence tremble with excitement. He never expected that in the eyes of His Majesty the Emperor, journalists were so important, although there was no specific power, but the mere fact that he was protected by His Majesty the Emperor was enough for a person with the title of journalist to run rampant in the Oskaia Empire.

"This ...... This ......" Clarence read the lines printed on the newspaper several times in a row, and the words that were still emitting the smell of ink, his heart fluctuated, and he couldn't calm down for a long time, and his previous worries instantly vanished.

With the title of "reporter" as a talisman, what are you afraid of?

As soon as the newspaper was distributed, everyone immediately knew that there was a reporter from the Prescott family, who was protected by His Majesty the Emperor, who would dare to provoke it? Even the whole family would be stained with a lot!

However, after all, Clarence has been in a high position for a long time, and he has his own city in his heart, although he is excited, but he does not show it on the surface.

"Very well, Bernie, read on. ”

Although he didn't show it on the surface, the tone of his speech was very different from just now, the anxious mood disappeared, and the words he said seemed a lot more relaxed.

"Yes, uncle. Bernie certainly didn't dare to have any opinions, and this was the only time he recorded the second time besides the first day of reading the newspaper.

This time he read it aloud again, and Clarence didn't bother anymore, but sat calmly in his chair, slowly digesting the good news.

Of course, Bernie, who didn't bother, read the newspaper in one sitting, and there was no mistake in between.

Since I was interrupted once in the middle, after reading the newspaper today, it was a little late, and it was already time for lunch.

With her daughter and son-in-law all there, and with the good news of what can be called a "surprise", Clarence was now in a very good mood and simply had lunch with them in the dining room.

Bernie's work for today is done, and the rest of the time is to accompany Doris, Clarence has a lot to do as a minister, and he wasted a morning trying to go back to the office to take care of things.

But just as he was about to leave, suddenly a strangely shaped magic car drove up.

Of course, it won't be ordinary people who can drive a magic car, and Clarence didn't leave, wanting to see who was coming.

I saw that the vehicle, which was much larger than the ordinary magic car, stopped directly in front of the three of them, and then the door opened, and a young magician came out of the cab.

"Mr. Tom?" Bernie and Doris recognized at a glance.

The day before yesterday, they had met Mr. Tom at dinner at the Frandy Magic Tower, but since they didn't know each other well and it was the first time they had met, they didn't talk much except for a few polite words.

"Hey, Bernie, Doris, hello!" said Tom as he got out of the car.

"Hello, Mr. Tom, this is my Abba, Minister of Culture, Clarence. Doris introduced Tom, and then began to introduce Tom: "Abba, this is Mr. Tom the Magician, and he is Master Flandy's experimental assistant in the magic tower. ”

"Hello, Lord Clarence. When Tom heard that he was the Minister of Culture and Doris's father, he hurried to salute Clarence.

"Are you here to find Doris?" asked Clarence.

"Yes, Mr. Brandy asked me to give this magical RV to Miss Doris. ”

"Magic RV, give it to me, did I hear me right?" Doris widened her eyes, unable to believe that such a good thing could happen.

"You heard it right, Miss Doris, Mr. Flandy said that since you have become a journalist, you need to go everywhere to do interviews, and it will be difficult to do without a means of transportation, and if you will inevitably sleep in the open during the interview, it will not only be much more convenient to give you this RV, but also a status symbol. ”

A lot of Magic cars have been made, but the only one Magic Touring Car is the one that Brandy gave to Abraham.

However, after the one was given to Abraham, Flandy himself did not have one, so he ordered another one from the craftsman's workshop of the Academy of Magic.

Today, this magic RV was just delivered to Frandi, and Frandy didn't need it for the time being, so he asked Tom to drive it and gave it directly to Doris.

As Tom said, it's a status symbol.

Frandi has the intention to support the journalist industry to deal with those aristocrats who are not very rumored, of course, to make this industry unique, so that people can know that the reporter is coming as soon as they see the RV, which can be regarded as a kind of protection for Doris.

Even Clarence was surprised at this time, the magic car had enough status and gold to be able to get it, but this kind of magic caravan had never been seen before.

Even during the Great Dynasty Meeting, so many magic vehicles driven by officials were parked in the palace, and there was not a single such "magic caravan"!