The tatami mat sank noticeably after another person sat down, accompanied by a creaking sound.

*I should remind the shop to reinforce this thing,* Victor thought. Although the large bed was placed in the corner of the room, sometimes not everything had to be done on the bed. A change of scenery often brought unexpected pleasures—compared to the royal capitals of the two kingdoms, the taverns here lacked some depth after all.

Before long, Linglong had arranged the drinks and spread the newspaper out in front of him.

"This is..." Victor raised an eyebrow, noticing the paper was meticulously covered with dense, small characters, resembling the ancient books he treasured at home!

Since childhood, he had considered himself worldly. Not only had he seen most things, but he had also personally handled them. Usually, when an item was placed before him, he could immediately judge its approximate value. However, this newspaper made Victor hesitate.

Such neat and detailed writing could hardly be handwritten. In other words, it was most likely created using a letterpress printing technique—and considering the cost of the latter, creators generally only used it for important and rarely modified files and texts, such as the kingdom's code of law.

The problem was precisely here. To achieve the best printing effect, such classics would be made with the best materials possible. Untrimmed lambskin was only the basic requirement, and many had gold-edged covers inlaid with gems, highlighting their extravagance and ensuring sufficient durability.

But what was this newspaper? The paper was obviously ordinary grey straw paper, uneven in thickness, and dissolved immediately when wet. It had no cover, and the edges had no protective measures. Even normal flipping wouldn't last long. To him, this was like stuffing a priceless pearl into a lump of iron.

Victor couldn't help but think of what the maid had said earlier—the King intended to use this to replace public announcements, which meant that new content would be printed in the future?

After voicing his doubts, he received an affirmative answer.

"Yes, the announcement said that the newspaper would be published every other week, with the quantity only increasing, ensuring that most people could see it."

And a copy only cost ten copper eagles.

He began to wonder just how much wealth Roland had plundered from Hermes—to keep doing something that lost money with each issue?

The gem merchant, who had previously thought there might be a business opportunity here, had now dispelled that notion without a trace.

*Whatever,* Victor muttered to himself. *It's not his money anyway. What does he care if the King makes a profit or a loss? Better focus on reading the paper.*

With this thought, he shifted his gaze to the first page.

At the very top was a larger and bolder headline: «Graycastle Weekly».

The entire page covered the King's upcoming coronation, as well as the news of the Kingdom of Dawn and Graycastle forming an alliance to jointly resist the devils.

He had heard about these events, but only to the extent of knowing they had happened.

After scanning just two lines, Victor was completely absorbed.

The content inside gave him a feeling of holding his breath.

It was the first time he had seen such a detailed description of these two major events from a high-level perspective. Unlike the rumors circulating in the streets, the newspaper's records not only had precise times and locations, causes, processes, and results, but also explained the reasons behind them. Especially the Dawn Alliance section—the Moa royal family's betrayal, the nobles' rebellion, and the plea for help delivered across thousands of miles. All of this ultimately constituted the reason for Graycastle's military intervention. Afterward, the defection of the three major families and the new Dawn Lord's willingness to rebuild the kingdom's order under the leadership of Roland Wimbledon became a matter of course.

Although he knew that these descriptions were not necessarily entirely true or reliable, he found himself wanting to believe them—simply because the content was so complete, fitting together seamlessly, making it difficult to disbelieve.

In fact, the fact that they dared to openly display such things already had sufficient persuasive power.

Victor momentarily ignored Linglong's presence and eagerly turned to the next page.

The content on the second page was actually related to devils—the author wrote a complete record of the war situation, covering the First Army's expedition to the Northwest Wastelands before winter and their attack on the devils, in terms of days.

This was the first time he had heard of this news.

When he returned to Neverwinter City, he only knew that beast hordes had attacked the border. He didn't expect the King to launch a retaliation for this, not only penetrating deep into the rumored perilous no-man's-land, but also giving the opponents a severe blow, preventing them from easily appearing in the Western Region again—if the record was true, this could almost be described as "legendary"!

"Could such a thing actually happen?" was the thought that appeared most frequently in Victor's mind.

Whether it was the nearly half-month-long trek or the life-and-death duel ten kilometers away, it was all breathtaking.

When he saw the army forming a formation to resist waves of enemies descending from the sky, he even felt a tremor run down his back.

Having been exposed to "black money" since childhood, he knew that this world was not as simple as people imagined. In the unseen shadows, there were many restless forces lurking. Therefore, the news of the devil's appearance in Dawn did not surprise him too much—the merchant leaders were mostly the same.

But that was it.

The nobles and merchants of Dawn still focused on their own interests, dismissing the Battle of Divine Will, which only existed on paper.

Victor never expected that Graycastle had already clashed with them head-on and won, which gave him a strange feeling.

He couldn't say what it was, but it made him feel at ease and happy.

And this should have been irrelevant to him.

Thinking about it, it was probably because the word "human" appeared so many times in the newspaper that infected him.

For a moment, Victor felt as if he was standing with the First Army of Graycastle. In the face of terrifying and powerful alien races, the divisions between families and bloodlines seemed to have faded a lot.

He took a deep breath, licked his slightly dry lips, and turned to the third page.

The content of this page was much lighter, all about trivial matters happening in Neverwinter City. The headlines were also quite novel. For example, «Shocking! Where Did the Late-Night Explosion in the City Come From? The Detective Team Will Take You to Uncover the Mystery!», «Pipes Burst, Roads Become Skating Rinks!», «The Guide to Cooking Bird Kiss Mushrooms That Neverwinter Residents Must Know», and so on...

Victor scanned downwards, and when he flipped to the back of the newspaper, he was suddenly stunned.

It was actually a black-and-white painting that occupied half the page. The scenery inside was lifelike, making it difficult to look away for a moment.

In it, two women held hands and leaned on each other, standing quietly in the snowy wilderness. Combined with the snowflakes flying all over the sky, it was incredibly beautiful. Below was a row of beautiful large characters.

"An art that transcends the times, a gift for the coronation ceremony, the Starflower Troupe and the witches performing together, written by His Majesty Roland himself, everything is in «The Wolves' Hearts». Premiering at the end of the month! Pre-orders are now being accepted!"