Chapter 1356: Chapter 84: Rebuilding Home and Country (12)

[Montaigne’s Living Room]

Just as little Priskin uttered the name that Winters wasn’t surprised to hear, Anna walked into the room with cups and drinks.

Her side glance inadvertently landed on the flyer Winters had placed on the side table, and the sensational headline immediately caught her attention, making her look at it a few more times.

“What is this?” Anna asked Winters curiously while pouring drinks for the guests.

Little Priskin, being served by the “Wolf Queen”, felt overwhelmed and quickly used both hands to hold the porcelain plate.

“This?” Winters reached out and placed the flyer in front of Anna, then gave little Priskin a meaningful glance, teasing, “It’s Mr. Kai Morland’s ‘masterpiece’.”

Little Priskin awkwardly stared at the dregs in the plate and didn’t dare to lift his head.

Anna discreetly tapped Winters on the back of his hand—Lady Navarre, well-mannered as always, didn’t like Winters using such sarcastic tones, especially in front of outsiders.

Next, Anna poured a drink for Winters too, then looked at the flyer again, not picking it up but sitting up straight and reading it quickly.

“So it’s about Mr. Kai escaping Kingsfort?” Anna laughed as she commented, “Interesting.”

“What’s interesting?” Winters, half-reclined in the armchair with his boots comfortably resting on the side table, lazily commented:

“Escaping from danger, thrilling, and tortuous, with both protagonists and antagonists, sinister villains alongside heroes stepping forward, and above all, a happy ending. What a great topic! Yet he managed to turn it into plain water.

Especially this title, with so-and-so, and so-and-so, who can understand it! Is he even proud of it?

Well, what can you do, a half-sheet of paper, how much can he write… ouch!”

Just as he got excited, Winters suddenly got a hard hit on the shin, pain causing him to spring up from the chair instantly.

Anna released her fist, gently smoothing out the wrinkles Winters had created on the tablecloth, smiling softly and reminding him, “Don’t be so harsh.”

Winters dared not act out any further. He sat up straight, reorganized his words, and said to little Priskin, “What Kai Morland wrote is fine for showing to the gentlemen of Maplestone City and Artemis. But if he wants more people to know about what’s happening in Kingsfort, he’s still writing too pretentiously.”

Faced with the abrupt seriousness of the Blood Wolf’s comment, little Priskin was somewhat at a loss: “Uh, this…”

“However, if Kai Morland sent you with this paper to find me, it shouldn’t be for literary appreciation.” Winters folded his arms and asked with interest, “Go ahead, what does he want?”

Encouraged by Lady Montaigne’s gaze, little Priskin cautiously replied, “Mr. Kai wants to borrow the Town Hall’s printing press from you. He says he wants to print thousands upon thousands of flyers and distribute them throughout Paratu, letting everyone know about the crimes of the puppet government in Kingsfort. He also hopes to publish articles in your ‘Communiqué’, revealing Grof Magnus’s true nature to the people of Newly Reclaimed Land.”

Little Priskin tentatively asked, “I wonder if you…”

Winters didn’t give a clear answer but instead stared at little Priskin, smiling as he asked, “It seems ‘Mr. Kai’ must be quite likable. Since when did you become his mouthpiece?”

“Absolutely not! I… I’m watching Kai Morland for you! This guy has been getting close to city bigshots lately, don’t know what kind of trickery he’s up to, but surely up to no good.”

Little Priskin jumped up from his chair in shock, eager to sever ties with Kai Morland: “I’ll go refuse him right away!”

“No rush.” Winters gently raised his hand, stopping little Priskin’s action toward the door, rubbing his chin: “The printing press is no issue, Mason Commissioner can schedule more shifts; publishing articles in the ‘Communiqué’ is also no problem, though his writing isn’t that great, it can always be polished. But, uh…”

Winters reached out his finger and rubbed it over the flyer, fresh ink quickly leaving a black smudge on his fingertip.

“He’s already printed it.” Winters scrutinized little Priskin, coolly asking, “What’s he asking to borrow my printing press for?”

The Blood Wolf didn’t get angry. Little Priskin also knew the Blood Wolf hadn’t lost his temper, but facing the Blood Wolf’s skin-piercing gaze, he still couldn’t control the tremors coursing through his body.

Little Priskin hurriedly explained, “Kai Morland used a small printing press from Gwadani Yurof’s workshop, saying the machine is too small and prints too slowly. He promises that before getting your permission, this flyer won’t appear outside the workshop—except, except your home! The one I brought is the only flyer taken from the workshop, just this one…”

“No need to be nervous, Mr. Priskin.” Anna picked up the glass jug, timely pouring little Priskin a glass of cold water, gently soothing him: “He’s just questioning as if you were Kai Morland.”

Next, Anna looked at Winters, her tone slightly reproachful: “Mr. Priskin is not Mr. Kai, how could he know what Mr. Kai is thinking?”