When Honey was called into the office, she seemed very happy. As soon as she entered, she looked around the mahogany table, as if she wanted to see it thoroughly!

"What's wrong?" Roland couldn't help but ask curiously, "Is there anything different about this table?"

"Did you put any treasures in it?" Honey even leaned over to smell the tabletop. "Or does it have other functions, like automatically heating up all night long?"

"How is that possible..." He smiled wryly. "This is just an ordinary desk. It's filled with official documents."

"Eh, really?" Honey said with a suspicious look, "Then why does Nightingale stay by the table for so long every night?"

"Wh-what?" Roland and Wendy were stunned, and Nightingale jumped up from the recliner.

"I was training Gray Fur, and it told me. Although it can only express it with actions," Honey replied with a straight face. "Nightingale always sits in your seat when no one is around, with her face pressed against the table—mmm—"

Before she could finish, Nightingale had already flashed over, tightly covering her mouth. "I, I was just a little sleepy, and I was just napping on the table! Besides, how could a bird possibly know what I'm doing? You completely misunderstood its meaning!"

Wendy helplessly held her forehead.

"Ahem," Roland coughed twice. "Maybe Gray Fur saw it wrong? After all, it's dark at night..."

Honey mumbled from Nightingale's palm, "Gray Fur is an owl..."

A brief silence fell in the office.

"Anyway, just consider that you saw it wrong," Roland cleared his throat and waved his hand at Nightingale, whose face was flushed red. The latter stomped her foot and directly遁入了迷雾, completely hiding her figure.

It seemed that she wouldn't show her face for a while.

"Is that so? I understand." Honey didn't pursue the matter. "If the table could heat up, I originally wanted one myself."

"Why?" Roland raised his eyebrows. "Don't the castle and the Witch Building have heating?"

"But the garden doesn't. If Wendy isn't there, it's difficult to warm up—recently, Gray Fur and the others don't want to move. I'm afraid they'll get cold, so I built a platform under the olive tree and sleep with them. If the table could provide warmth, they would be more comfortable."

So that's why she was so interested in his desk? Roland noticed that Honey's fluffy curly hair still had a few bird feathers on it, looking like an unkempt bird's nest. He realized that he had indeed overlooked the living environment of those animal messengers, subconsciously believing that they themselves had the ability to adapt to nature. However, he hadn't considered that making them act in the wind and snow during the Evil Moon already violated the laws of nature.

"Although the table can't heat up, I'll have someone build a kang in the garden," he said with a smile. "It will be about the size of a bed, enough to gather all the animals you train together. How's that?"

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

"It's nothing. But can you really talk to them?"

Honey scratched her head embarrassedly. "Actually, like Nightingale said, most animals don't talk, so I just use simple actions to imitate what they see. It's common to guess wrong, so it can't be considered a real conversation."

So that's how it is, Roland thought. Although magic could make the tamed birds and beasts obey Honey, it couldn't give them near-human intelligence, turning them into another species. "What if you just let them discover interesting things and then indicate the location to you?"

"Interesting things?"

Honey showed a pensive expression. While Roland was considering how to explain the meaning of the word "news," she suddenly opened her mouth and said, "Wendy and Scroll often gather together to drink. Whenever they get drunk, they lie on the balcony and sing—is that interesting?"

"There's such a thing?" Roland couldn't help but be greatly surprised. Wendy was the leader of the Witch Union, kind and gentle, always giving people a sense of warmth like a spring breeze. And Scroll, as the Minister of Education and a teacher of the witch primary course, was even more patient and full of intellectual beauty. Although she was usually serious and rarely smiled, she was extremely concerned about the sisters of the Union. He really found it hard to imagine that these two would also get drunk, and according to Honey's description, it seemed to be more than once. "Why have I never heard the singing?"

"Because they usually only gather when you're on an expedition. After all, it's only convenient for them to drink her liquor when Nightingale isn't around," Honey said. "Also, it's not just singing. Green Tail told me that they sometimes talk about you—mmm—"

This time it was Wendy's turn to cover her mouth. "I'm just happy about the achievements His Majesty has made—besides, she also said that birds can't talk, so how could they understand what we're saying?"

"Green Tail is a parrot..." Honey said with puffed cheeks.

Seeing that the room was about to fall into silence again, Roland quickly stood up to smooth things over. "Okay, that is indeed an unusual interesting thing. You're qualified."

"Qualified?" She was puzzled.

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

"Don't worry, all manuscripts must be reviewed before they can be published, and the content of the newspaper will mainly focus on public events, with not much involving witches," Roland decided. "Besides, ordinary people can't enter the castle district at all, so you don't need to worry about this. After all, only her animal messengers can quickly obtain news from all over the place."

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

"Of course," Roland suppressed his smile and step by step youhuo said, "This is a very interesting job—come to my side, and I'll explain it to you in detail."

With the news hub and the newspaper technology settled, the next step was to recruit people and establish an interview-writing system. This part of the work was undoubtedly most suitable for Barov to be responsible for. As for the position of Minister, he decided to temporarily take it himself.

Considering the public's acceptance, the newspaper would only be distributed in Neverwinter City in the early stages, with a frequency of once a week. In addition to major events that occurred in various places, a section would also be used to record folk news and trivia of life. With the official background of the Municipal Hall's sponsorship, Roland believed that it would soon become the most credible propaganda channel, greatly improving the current shortcomings of propaganda. At the same time, it could also provide the tavern public with rich topics of conversation, thereby squeezing out rumors from the communication market.

However, these were just the things recorded on the surface, and what he was more interested in was the second half of the sentence that Honey was prevented from saying.

Of course, he didn't have to be in a hurry. If he took the position of Minister himself, he could completely summon Honey alone in the future and ask her about those secret interesting things—such as what Wendy and Scroll said after getting drunk?

This was really exciting.