“Paper?” Damien slowly digested this word. After ascertaining that he had no impression of it at all, he raised Irina’s chin and looked at her face, throwing her an inquiring gaze.

Winston didn’t say anything, but he also looked at her curiously. He knew that Irina must have something new that she wanted to work on, and it might be beneficial to the City of Beastmen.

Irina said, “It’s similar to animal skin, and it’s flat and white. We can use coal to draw pictures on them.”

Winston thought about it deeply. Irina’s explanation didn’t seem to be of much use, but he didn’t have any intention to object. He...