“But my magic can continuously grow through practice, and there’s no limit to the number of promotions, right?” Lightning didn’t seem discouraged at all. “That’s great—being able to constantly surpass my own limits, it's exciting just thinking about it! And, I can be considered half a combat witch now, right!”

“Combat, goo!” Maisie echoed with her head held high!

“It's good that you’re happy, but remember not to accelerate randomly in the castle next time, or you'll trouble His Majesty Roland,” Wendy coughed twice. “Also, you have to conserve your magic for the next few days until all the tests are completed, understand?”

“Yes, Sister Wendy,” Lightning playfully stuck out her tongue.

Roland, however, had a different opinion in his heart. While supersonic flight could give her unparalleled maneuverability, she could easily find herself in a desperate situation once she ran out of magic. Moreover, Lightning was much smaller than an aircraft, and it was uncertain how much damage she could do to demons when breaking the sound barrier. It was obviously not cost-effective to use her as a combat witch.

As for the Demon Chaser, which could disrupt magic on a large scale, it was like a nemesis to her.

What he valued more was her subsonic duration—a speed of **hundred kilometers per hour was definitely outstanding in this era. Whether for exploring maps or as a scout, filling in the blind spots of the battlefield outside of Sylvie's detection range was much more efficient than simple combat.

As Lightning prepared to leave, Roland suddenly stopped her.

“By the way, I have another question I want to ask you,” he considered his words. “Suppose…more than ten years from now, there are no more adventures to explore in this world, what would you plan to do?”

“No more adventures…to explore?” Lightning was slightly stunned.

“If every continent has already been explored, every sea area has been recorded in detail on the charts, the entire world is visible at a glance, and there are no more unknown places—although it sounds incredible, if such a situation were to occur, would you still want to be an explorer?”

“I see,” the little girl suddenly understood. “You mean, in case those fjord explorers explore all the land and sea during the war of divine will, what should I do, right?”

“Uh…you can understand it that way.” Roland couldn’t help but mutter to himself. He had already said it euphemistically enough, but it was still pointed out directly by her. Sure enough, peers are the biggest rivals.

“Unless everyone is as good as my father, but even so, I will continue to explore,” Lightning said without hesitation. “Because there are some places that only I can reach, even my father can't do it.”

“You mean…”

Lightning pointed to the top of her head, full of confidence. “There’s still a big blank space in the sky!”

It wasn’t until after she said goodbye and left that Roland couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

Should he say that they are worthy of being father and daughter? This answer not only had a tone similar to Thunder, but was even more advanced in momentum. He didn't know if the fate of explorers would really be as Thunder said, but one thing the other party did not say wrong was that in terms of talent, Lightning does have a height that is difficult for ordinary people to reach.

“What are you laughing at?” Nightingale asked curiously.

He stood up, walked to the French window, looked at the cloudy sky, his eyes seemed to penetrate the clouds and reach a more distant depth—although it was still elusive, someone was already watching it.

“I’m laughing…it’s good to be young,” he sighed.

……

After dealing with Lightning’s affairs, Roland left Wendy behind.

“I plan to add a new department to the City Hall,” he went straight to the point. “In addition to handling sudden events like today, it can also provide the public with a credible channel for discussion.”

“You mean…it’s mainly used to publish news?” Wendy asked.

“That’s right, this department is called the Propaganda Department.” Roland nodded. “However, the way it publishes news is a bit different—first of all, unless it’s an emergency, it will no longer be announced through the bulletin board in Central Square. Secondly, the content it contains will not be limited to Neverwinter, and some new events that occur in various places will also be included in it.”

“If you don’t promote it in the square, how will others know?” Nightingale curled her lips.

Roland took a discarded piece of draft paper from the table and unfolded it in front of the two of them. “So it needs a brand new means of publicity—that is the newspaper.”

In fact, setting up a bulletin board in Central Square and sending people to repeatedly preach was a helpless move. In the early days, people’s literacy rate was extremely low, and it was a pipe dream to achieve universal reading. Under such circumstances, word of mouth became the only way to promote government orders.

However, with the rapid expansion of the city’s population and territory, this method has not kept up with the actual needs of the people—in the past, gathering 3,000 people for a lecture was equivalent to informing the whole city. Now, to meet the same example, at least 90,000 people must be gathered.

This not only exceeds the capacity limit of Central Square, but also drawing such a large crowd at one time will cause the industrial operation of Neverwinter City to stall.

And Barov's report made him realize that the saying "if you don't occupy the propaganda position, the enemy will occupy it" is not just talk. Without a reliable channel for discussion, rumors will brew and ferment in the discussions in the tavern, and it will be difficult to reverse it when it spreads.

Now that the popularization of elementary education has been carried out for two and a half years, and the available materials in Neverwinter City are also much more abundant than in previous years, opening a newspaper has become a matter of course.

If the former is the basis for running a newspaper, then the latter is a strong guarantee for publishing a newspaper.

What does an official newspaper office need? The largest possible circulation and timely reports that can guide public opinion, so Neverwinter City must have a large amount of paper and efficient printing technology.

The paper problem is easy to solve. In the developed commercial cities in the west and east, paper has been popularized to middle-class families. He still remembers that Lucia's deceased parents ran a paper mill in Gold穗City. According to the statistics of the City Hall, among the migrants from the Eastern Region, there are many craftsmen who have papermaking technology. As long as those craftsmen are incorporated and production capacity is expanded, it can meet the needs of mass distribution.

For Neverwinter City, problems that can be solved with money are not problems.

Printing is even simpler. Metal movable type plus a cylinder roller are all mature technologies, and ink is provided by Uyun, which is theoretically easier than papermaking.

However, he doesn't need to tell Wendy these things one by one. Putting aside the technical level, the newspaper must be written by someone, so the most important thing is those who can collect news.

Leaving Wendy behind was to have her select a few suitable candidates—whether it was the Witch Union or the Sleeping Spell, she should be the one who knew the abilities of her sisters the best.

"I understand roughly..." After listening to Roland's explanation, Wendy thought for a moment. "So you need witches to participate in this matter, and she can discover the event at the first time, and run faster than anyone else to send the news back to the Propaganda Department as soon as possible?"

"Cough cough, there's no need to run fast," he almost choked on his saliva. "As long as she knows where the event happened, she can send others to go."

"That is to say, she will exist as a hub in the Propaganda Department? Well... I have indeed thought of a good candidate." Wendy smiled. "Your Majesty, what do you think of... Honey?"