Doris is also stubborn, although she never said anything, but her intentions are clear, she is twenty-five years old, and she has never married.

The Minister of Culture, Clarence, had also introduced her to a lot of young talents, but she only smiled slightly and was not moved.

Of course, Clarence knows her thoughts, and he actually likes Bernie a young man, but he himself has no power among the important ministers, and he belongs to the marginal figures, so he really doesn't dare to offend the current royal brother Joyce, and since his daughter has made up his mind, he won't care anymore.

If there is no change in two years, just let the two of them get married, this Minister of Culture is really not interesting, his family is an old aristocrat, as long as he is out of officialdom, Joyce can't do anything with himself.

What Clarence thought Bernie and Doris didn't know, and Bernie was very upset when he saw Doris at this time.

Despite the bitterness in his heart, Bernie forced a smile and asked, "Doris, is there anything you have to do with me?"

Doris didn't shy away from Bernie at all, and still came over to take Bernie's hand as she did when she was a child, and said happily: "Come into the house, Auntie has been waiting for you for a long time, and she is hungry!"

"Oh, oh, good!" Bernie must have been hungry, and hurriedly pulled the food he had bought into the inner house.

Bernie bought food for two, but Mom said that Doris had been waiting for him here for a long time and had not eaten dinner, so Bernie hurriedly delivered his share to Doris.

Doris was not polite, and took Bernie's share in half, and pushed the other half back to Bernie.

"Alas......" Bernie sighed inwardly.

Bernie's mom looked at her son and Doris, and it was strange and uncomfortable, but what could she do as a woman.

Mother and son were speechless, but Doris didn't care.

"Bernie, I heard you're working as a bard now, telling stories to people?" asked Doris as she ate her dinner.

"Uh...... Yes......" Although Bernie himself didn't care, he still felt embarrassed in front of his beloved girl.

"Then you can tell me stories!" said Doris, looking very pleased.

"No problem, no problem. Bernie replied with a stumbling voice.

"Abba knows, too. ”

"Ah, Lord Clarence knows I'm a bard?" Bernie was startled.

"Abba's praise you. Doris smiled at Bernie.

"Lord Clarence still praised me?" Bernie never expected that Clarence not only did not look down on himself, but also praised himself.

"That's right, Abba said that you don't sit at home and eat nothing, you know how to work hard to make money, you are a good boy!"

Bernie was so moved that he wanted to cry.

"Also, Abba is secretly listening to your story!" said Doris again, something that Bernie did not expect.

"......" Bernie didn't know what to say anymore, it seems that Lord Clarence has been watching him.

"Then ...... you come this time?"

"Abba asked me to come, and he hired you to tell a story!"

"Huh, hire me to tell a story?" Bernie didn't understand what Clarence meant.

"Well, you don't know yet, do you? There is something called a newspaper today, which was ordered by His Majesty the Emperor, and it is necessary for Abba's Ministry of Culture to vigorously promote it, hire a lot of bards to read the newspaper, and if you do it well, you can also become a full-time 'propagandist' Oh, Abba said that this is an opportunity, so you must sign up!"

"Newspapers, read newspapers, what is newspapers, a piece of paper?" Bernie listened to what Doris had told him, and immediately became interested.

"Yes, it's just a piece of paper, but it's written many times, and I've read it from beginning to end, and I've heard that it was written by Mr. Flandy, and it's very useful! I've brought you one, and you'll see it when you're done dinner!"

Bernie's mom couldn't read, so Doris waited until Bernie came back to take out the newspaper.

"Give it to me, I'll take a look first!"

"No, no, there are too many words in the newspaper, you will be attracted when you look at it, I don't know how long it will take, let's have dinner first!"

"Okay......" Bernie can't help it, since he was a child, most of Lys has been in charge of him, and he has no heart to resist, so he can only obediently bow his head to eat.

Bernie's mom was very relieved to see that her son's relationship with Doris was still so good, and Doris didn't look down on her family at all.

It wasn't until after dinner that Doris took the newspaper out of her arms.

Bernie took the newspaper with Doris's body temperature and felt a warmth in his hand. Let's take a book

The newspaper was folded very carefully, to the size of a palm, and Bernie carefully spread it out.

There are indeed a lot of words, and the general books of the Oskaia Empire are so many words, printed on a very large piece of paper, on both sides anyway, divided into four editions, and in the upper part of one of the editions, there are several relatively large words printed "Oskaia Imperial Daily".

"Isn't it called a newspaper?, how did it become a daily newspaper?" Bernie asked curiously.

"A daily newspaper is a newspaper that exists every day, so read the contents!"

"Good"

The newspaper had only been printed in the morning, and it still smelled of ink, so Bernie took a cursory look at it and said, "This is what the printing house printed?" ”

"You also know the printing house? I heard that the printing house was also established by the Imperial Academy of Sciences, and it only takes a blink of an eye to print such a newspaper!"

"When I have time, I have to go to the printing house to see how it is printed, and if I can, I want to have them print all these books at home. ”

"It seems like a lot of money, but I'm here to support you!" Doris looked at Bernie's face, her eyes lit up.

There is no master of calligraphy in this world, and the handwriting is very good, but when I made those alloy characters, I found a sample of a nobleman who wrote very well to make it, and then cast it.

In the past, books were all copied by hand, and it was inevitable that there would be a few typos, but the printed ones were different, and before printing, the arranged templates would be checked several times before they were dyed with ink for printing.

Bernie first took a cursory look at the titles with relatively large fonts, and found that they were all of his interest, so he took a serious look.

Like everyone else, Bernie was fascinated by the content of the above when he saw it, and he watched it very carefully, and watched it for more than an hour before he read it all.

"It's Mr. Flandy's written! It's so good that it has solved a lot of questions in my mind! I must read it a few more times!" Bernie became more and more excited, and after reading it once, he felt that he could not get enough of it, and was ready to start reading it a second time.

"It's too late, Bernie, read the newspapers, I'm going back. Doris took her leave.

"Okay! I'll send you!" said Bernie, without saying a word, put away the newspaper, said hello to his mother, and walked out of the Viscount's Mansion with Doris.

The two families are not too far apart, and they often run together to play together when they were children, but now that they have grown up, they don't have so much to say.

Along the way, the two of them discussed the contents of the newspaper, and although they walked slowly, they finally arrived at Doris's Earl's Court.

"Alright, Doris is home, let's go back. Bernie was reluctant, but there was nothing he could do.

"......" Doris looked up at Bernie, was silent for a moment, and then said softly: "Bernie, you have to work hard!

"Yes, I know!" Bernie replied heavily.

When he got home, Bernie read the newspaper twice more before he lay down in bed, but he couldn't sleep.

I thought about the contents of the newspaper for a while, and then I thought about whether Clarence was sincere in praising herself, but it was Doris who thought about it the most.

Nothing was said all night.

When Bernie woke up the next day, he felt a little unrefreshed, and he slept so late yesterday that he had two more dark circles under his eyes.

But he didn't care about these as a big man, he washed his face with a basin of cold water, refreshed himself, and then said goodbye to his mother.

Of course, you have to go to the Ministry of Culture to sign up, and Bernie is too familiar with this place, and he has been running here since he was a child, and he has worked here for a few years, and there are almost no people he doesn't know.

"Hey, Bernie!" the soldier guarding the gates of the Ministry of Culture greeted him.

Bernie also waved his hand, but because there was something, he didn't go over to say hello.

Both of them, father and son, are very popular in the Ministry of Culture, and many people are sympathetic to his experience.

At this time, there were already more than 30 people standing in the courtyard in front of the Ministry of Culture, and Bernie knew a lot, basically all of them were peers, that is, bards.

Although it is dilapidated, but after all, they were all children of the nobility before, even if they are not familiar with each other, at least they have some impressions, they did not have Doris to send newspapers to read, and they were summoned here today, only knowing that it was ordered by His Majesty the Emperor himself, but what happened to the specific situation has not yet been figured out.

Because of Doris's instructions last night, Bernie didn't even eat breakfast this morning, and ran over directly, but he didn't expect that there were so many people earlier than him, it seems that being able to become a so-called "propagandist" makes everyone tempted.

Now that he had arrived, Bernie was in no hurry, chatting casually with his peers, waiting for someone from the Ministry of Culture to greet them.

After waiting for almost two hours, dozens of bards came one after another, adding up to almost a hundred, and the small courtyard of the Ministry of Culture was a little crowded.

Strictly speaking, Bernie is actually a staff member of the Ministry of Culture, but he doesn't want to appear too isolated, so he doesn't go to the office building by himself, but keeps chatting with these bards.

It wasn't long before a few people finally came out of the office building of the Ministry of Culture, and Bernie knew all of them, but instead of greeting them, he waited to see what they were going to do.