Honey was very happy to be called into the office. As soon as she entered, she looked around the mahogany table, as if trying to see through it.
"What's wrong?" Roland asked curiously. "Is there anything special about this table?"
"Did you put a treasure in it?" Honey even came close to the table and sniffed it. "Or does it have other functions, such as automatically heating up at night?"
"How is that possible..." He laughed. "This is just an ordinary desk, and there are only documents and official letters in it."
"Oh, really?" Honey asked suspiciously. "Then why does Sister Nightingale lie at the table for a long time every night?"
"Wha, what?" Roland and Vendy were stunned, while Nightingale bounced up from the recliner.
"When I trained Gray Hair, he told me, although he could only express it with his movements." Honey replied solemnly. "Sister Nightingale always sits in your seat when no one is around, and puts her face on the table... oh..."
Before she could finish, Nightingale flashed over and covered her mouth tightly. "I, I was just a little sleepy, so I leaned against the table for a while! Besides, how, how could a bird know what I was doing? You've completely misunderstood its meaning! "
Vendy held her forehead helplessly.
"Ahem," Roland coughed twice. "Maybe Gray Hair saw it wrong? After all, it's dark at night... "
Honey mumbled in Nightingale's palm, "Gray Hair is an owl."
There was a brief silence in the office.
"Anyway, just pretend that you saw it wrong." Roland cleared his throat and waved at Nightingale, whose face was flushed. The latter stamped her feet and directly disappeared into the fog, completely hiding herself.
It seemed that she would not show up for a while.
"Really? I see. " Honey did not ask further. "If a table can heat up, I would have wanted one."
"Why?" Roland raised his eyebrows. "Isn't there heating in the castle and the Witch Building?"
"But there's no one in the garden. If Sister Leaf isn't there, it's hard to warm up there. Recently, Gray Hair and the others don't want to move. I'm afraid that they'll catch a cold, so I built a platform under the olive tree and hugged them to sleep. If the tables could be warmed, they would be more comfortable. "
Was that why she was so interested in his desk? Roland noticed that Honey's fluffy curly hair still had a few feathers stuck to it. At first glance, it looked like an untended grass nest. He found that he had indeed neglected the living environment of those animal messengers. He subconsciously thought that they had the ability to adapt to nature, but he did not consider that letting them move in the wind and snow during the Months of Demons was already against the laws of nature.
"Although the table can't heat up, I'll have someone build a fireplace in the garden." He smiled and gestured. "It's about the size of a bed and can gather all the animals you train together. What do you think?"
"Really?" Honey's eyes lit up. "Thank you!"
"It's nothing. But can you really talk to them?"
Honey scratched her head in embarrassment. "In fact, as Sister Nightingale said, most animals can't speak, so they can only imitate what they see with simple movements. It's common for them to guess wrong, so it can't be counted as a real conversation."
So that's how it is, Roland thought. Although magic can make tamed birds and beasts obey Honey, it can't give them human-like intelligence and turn them into another species. "What if you just let them find something interesting and then tell you where to go?"
"Something interesting?"
Honey showed a thoughtful look. Just as Roland was thinking about how to explain the meaning of the word "news", she suddenly said, "Sister Vendy and Teacher Scroll often get together to drink. Whenever they get drunk, they lie on the balcony and sing. Is that interesting?"
"There's such a thing?" Roland could not help but be surprised. As the head of the Witch Union, Vendy was gentle and kind, and always gave people a feeling of a spring breeze. As for Scroll, as the Minister of Education and also the teacher of the primary course for witches, she was full of patience and intellectual beauty. Although she usually did not smile, she was very attentive to the witches in the Witch Union. It was really hard for him to imagine that these two would also get drunk, and according to Honey, it seemed that it was more than once. "Why have I never heard them sing?"
"Because they usually only meet when you are on the battlefield. After all, when Sister Nightingale is not there, it is convenient for them to drink her drinks," said Honey. "Besides, they don't just sing. Green Tail told me that sometimes they also talk about you."
This time it was Vendy's turn to cover her mouth. "I'm just happy for Your Majesty's achievements. Besides, she also said that birds can't talk, so how can they understand what we are talking about?"
"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 and said, "Well, this is indeed an unusual and interesting thing. You pass."
"Pass?" Honey asked in confusion.
"Wait, Your Majesty, I suddenly feel that it may not be suitable for her to be the center of the Publicity Department..." Vendy coughed.
"Rest assured, all the articles will eventually be reviewed before being published. Besides, the content of the newspaper is mainly about the public affairs, and there won't be too many involving witches," Roland said decisively. "Besides, ordinary people can't enter the Castle District, so you don't have to worry about this. After all, only her animal messengers can quickly obtain news from all over the world. "
"Your Majesty, may I know what exactly you are talking about?" Honey raised her hand and shouted.
"Of course." Roland held back his laughter and tempted her step by step. "This is a very interesting job. Come to me, and I'll explain it to you in detail."
Now that he had established the information center and finalized the technology to run the newspaper, the next step was to recruit staff and establish an interview-writing system. Barov was undoubtedly the most suitable person to be responsible for this part of the work. As for the position of the minister, he decided to temporarily take it on himself.
Considering the degree of acceptance of the public, the newspaper would initially only be published in Neverwinter once a week. In addition to the major events that happened in various places, there would also be some pages to record civil news and trivia. Coupled with the official background of the City Hall, Roland believed that it would soon become the most credible publicity channel, which would greatly improve the current lack of publicity. At the same time, it would also provide rich topics for the public in the tavern to talk about, thereby squeezing out the gossip from the market.
However, these were only the things that were recorded on the surface. What he was more interested in was the second half of what Honey had to say when she was stopped.
Of course, he did not have to be in a hurry. If he became the minister, he could summon Honey alone in the future and ask her about the secret and interesting things — for example, what on earth did Vendy and Scroll talk about when they were drunk?
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