Chapter 21 Heat [VIP]
Luke found that his imagination was still weak.
He had anticipated what would happen next. It would be nothing more than the Saint handing himself over or using his identity to do something else. He never expected it to be like this.
The tone was too bland, as if the devil was the unreasonable one.
Now no one dared to look at the devil's face. Even Alec, who was the closest to him, lowered his head and dared not breathe.
"That's it."
Only the Saint seemed to be unaware, and continued to speak softly to the Demon King: "You have come thousands of miles, you are not here specifically to fight me and the Dragon Clan. The Ten Thousand Dynasties Meeting has already begun, why don't you go down and take a look together?"
When the big guys were talking, no one dared to make a noise.
The saint's voice reached everyone's ears clearly.
Luke secretly raised his eyebrows. This human saint seemed to be somewhat different from his noble and holy appearance.
The previous sentence implicitly put the dragon clan and humans on the same side, but it did not distort the facts. After all, the Demon King and the dragon clan had just briefly clashed not long ago.
The devil's eyes grew colder, but the saint's smile remained as bright as at the beginning.
Gradually, just when everyone's hearts were about to jump into their throats, the devil suddenly laughed. This smile on his face was even more chilling than the previous sneer.
"Well, let's go for a walk and see if the holy city has regained its glory as it did during the Samanid War."
The humans who had previously been instinctively afraid of the Demon King suddenly felt a surge of anger in their hearts.
The Battle of Saman was the battle with the heaviest casualties during the war between humans and demons. At that time, the saint held back the demon king and two demon warriors alone, but unfortunately, there were not enough top human warriors, so the holy city was almost stolen.
All demons deserve to die.
This anger was invisibly transferred to Luke.
As if sensing the hostile gaze, Luke slightly turned his body and said bluntly: "Why are you staring at me? Stare at Alec. There are pure-bloods nearby. Don't stare at them. Are you blind?"
Alec looked over coldly.
Lujia waved his hand and said to those people: "Gentlemen, follow me and stare at them."
After he finished speaking, he dilated his pupils and his eyes became as big as bells.
Of course no one would do such a ridiculous and stupid action. Luke resumed his lazy standing posture and sneered, "Coward."
"……you!"
"Stop talking." The person next to him reminded in a low voice.
The saint and the devil were already in the center of the square without anyone noticing. The captain of the law enforcement team received the order and continued the Wanchao meeting as usual.
The icy atmosphere on the field gradually softened, and some panicked booth owners were still a little hesitant.
Only after confirming that the Demon King and the Saint had not yet fought did he feel relieved.
Everyone turned their attention back to the exhibits.
According to the original plan, Luke was going to activate the inscription on the live broadcast wall.
Unexpectedly, a series of "clack clack" sounds similar to those of horse hooves suddenly came from the distance.
A mass of dark figures were running towards this side, including centaurs.
Enemy attack?
Before Luka could react, a petite voice from the front row yelled, “Luka, Luka, let me do it!”
It's Lillian.
She was short, but she ran to the front, shoulder to shoulder with the centaur.
During the Wanchao Conference, in addition to guests who come to participate in the exhibition and travel, each ethnic group will also send a regular number of reporters.
To them, Luke, a walking headline, was like a jackal that had been hungry for a year smelling meat.
In a blink of an eye, Lujia was surrounded, and the sound of pens falling could be heard all around him. The Centaur, relying on its long upper body, stretched its head straight over.
"Your Highness Iliad, may I ask how you escaped from the Demon Realm and came to the Holy City?"
"Luke, will your new book detail the reasons for the breakdown of the Demon King and the Saint's marriage?"
Everyone couldn't help but look at Lillian who was asking the question. She actually called him by his pen name instead of his real name.
Luke nodded secretly. As expected of Lillian, she still knew to promote her new book at this time.
He responded, "All I can say is that this will be a series of books, and in addition to My Demon Father, there may be others later."
Of course, if they die early one day, I won’t write about them.
"... "My Saint Mother", "My Wandering Diary", "My Older Half Brother", "My Second Half Brother"... "The Unknown Side of My Grandmother"..."
He finished it in one go, like reading a menu, without any pause in between. Luke closed his eyes in pain: "And "The Cruel Father, the Rebellious Mother and the Broken Me"..."
The reporters were stunned.
Being able to work in this field requires a certain degree of sensitivity, and one knows what it means to ride on the popularity of others.
But being able to do it this well is unheard of. Even the stones in the demon world's toilet can become a separate text.
Even the saint couldn't help but look over.
There were too many reporters interviewing, and Luke was worried that there might be demon servants among them who would assassinate him. Although he seemed calm and composed, his muscles under his thin shirt were actually slightly tense.
Blaney took a look.
He has regained his human form, and the giant tail behind him has not yet been retracted. The translucent ice-blue scales are naturally very cold.
Sensing Luke's hidden nervousness, he circled his tail and subconsciously made a protective gesture.
A few brave reporters were still pushing forward.
The Centaur stretched out one of its iron hooves into the exhibition hall. When it raised its head and met Berlani's intimidating gaze, it immediately raised its leg and retracted it.
"Surprisingly." The Centaur's lower body was stiff.
"A-choo."
At this critical moment, Luke suddenly sneezed.
Leo was about to remind Berlanni that his body temperature, which was different from that of ordinary dragons, was a huge burden for humans, but Alice had already released a small cluster of flames. Under the light of the fire, the coldness around was dispelled, and Luke's face was flushed.
So warm.
Luke rubbed the tip of his red nose, feeling an unprecedented sense of security.
He began to feel a little warm in his heart. From the Wanchao Conference till now, no dragon had communicated with him, but their actions gave him confidence.
To express his gratitude, Luke personally took out three little monster blind boxes and handed them to Leo, Alice, and Berlani respectively, and said: "I hope there will be a hidden version."
Alice was curious: "What is the hidden version?"
"It's the rarest model among all the styles."
The rarest and hidden model!
These three words deeply touched the hearts of the three dragons.
It is the custom of the dragon clan to have the best and most special things.
Alice glanced down and saw different styles painted on the back of the box, and there was indeed one marked as a hidden version.
"I want them all."
They spoke almost at the same time.
Leo looked at Blaney coldly. Blaney snorted coldly, and the flames from Alice's fingertips seemed to be imprinted in his pupils.
The silent and intense scene has caused eight hundred headlines to pop up in the minds of the reporters present. In the past, they suffered from a lack of highlights in the news, but now there are too many explosive points and they don’t know which one to use.
What a sweet trouble!
Luke said calmly, "Each customer is limited to purchasing ten copies per day."
Purchase restrictions are a lie of capital. Rich people won’t buy things themselves. They hire people to queue up to buy goods. Loopholes are everywhere. There is nothing that money can’t do!
The three dragons looked at the boxes in each other's hands, and their eyes were filled with the desire to surpass the other.
No dragon can refuse the hidden version of their favorite character. No dragon is willing to be inferior to other dragons. Even when opening a box, they must ensure that what they open is the best.
Lu Jia added softly at the right time: "Dear customer, in order to let more people appreciate the cuteness of blind boxes, all sales and unpacking today will be broadcast live throughout the city. I hope you don't mind."
The most primitive way, no big guarantee, no bonus for winning the prize...if it gets too intense, there is no upper limit for everyone.
The blind box trend from the 21st century has finally reached the Holy Demon Continent!
Seeing more and more onlookers, Lu Jia stood in front of the live broadcast wall, and the ending tone rose slightly:
"Well, let's get started."
live streaming.
This format was unfamiliar to those present, but not that unfamiliar.
Some colleges may adopt this form when conducting magic assessments, but because it is too expensive and requires a sufficient amount of magic crystals to burn, it is only used occasionally during the year-end exams.
The live broadcast wall behind Lujia is not only made of magic crystals as its main material, but is also paved with high-grade photo stones.
"Are you crazy?" someone whispered secretly.
Limiting purchases and doing live broadcasts, isn't this a complete loss-making deal?
Luka didn't care. He activated the magic inscription while there were still a lot of onlookers watching the fun.
Alec was afraid of angering the dragon clan, so he built a water wall to block any prying eyes when he reported the incident, but Luke did the opposite. He directly invited Alice to the live broadcast wall, and his tone was very formal:
"The meaning of blind boxes lies in the unknown. No matter which one they are, they are all cute. As the first customer to open the box, customers all over the city will witness your destined baby."
The identity of the dragon clan naturally attracts attention. When the enlarged image of Alice and the blind box in her hand appeared on the projection screen, more guests stopped subconsciously.
Being watched by a group of people, the strong sense of unknown and expectation was invisibly magnified to the maximum.
In the past, only fighting could bring her this kind of pleasure.
Alice, who was originally in a hurry, paused for a moment, and finally, a sense of ritual inexplicably emerged.
She actually opened the box very carefully. The things inside were stuck a little tightly and were not easy to take out.
Leo urged: "Hurry up."
Only the tip of the iceberg could be seen, with half of the cub's face vaguely visible, and the ice-blue tail of the beetle next to him stretched out and slapped the bottom of the box with a little force.
The object fell into Alice's palm, and she glared at him unhappily.
When she saw the full picture of the blind box in her hand, her eyes softened again.
I saw the little monster crawling under a leaf, looking curiously at the outside world through the raindrops outside. His big, clear eyes full of longing reflected the whole world.
The quality control of the wizarding world is very good, the sense of reality is beyond imagination, and it is a hundred times more beautiful than the sloppy printed patterns on the box.
Luke explained at the right time: "Unfortunately, it's not a hidden model, but this one is also very cute. It is made of meteor sand, and the design concept comes from exploring the world..."
Considering it was a live broadcast, Luka's pronunciation was clearer than usual.
On the street, his voice rang out synchronously.
"What are you selling?" After looking for a while, someone finally couldn't help but ask.
A clerk from the company immediately responded: "Wanchaohui will be selling hot products live simultaneously."
He specifically emphasized: "The guest who is opening the blind box now is from a noble of the Dragon Clan."
The Wanchao Society, the Dragon Clan, and innate curiosity combined to create a herd effect that attracted more and more onlookers, and the streets soon became congested.
"What? It's just a small ornament? It doesn't even look like it contains any magical elements."
After looking at two unpacked boxes in a row and confirming that the items were not the type of weapons he was interested in, the first pedestrian passing by the store was greatly disappointed and wanted to leave immediately.
"Unfortunately, it's not a hidden model..."
As I unpacked the box, the sound continued on the screen.
Something strange happened. He had already left, but when he heard the sound coming from the live broadcast wall, he couldn't help but look twice more.
Third eye, fourth eye.
The more they looked, the more nervous the passers-by's expressions became. Finally, in the blink of an eye, a quarter of an hour had passed and they couldn't even move.
What's going on?
Inexplicably... it feels a bit good.
But I'm not sure where the excitement comes from.
He wanted to see others get the hidden version, but he also seemed not to want to. Especially when he saw a dragon who was ultimately unlucky still opening the box with relentless determination, the weird sense of excitement became even deeper.
He is not the only one like this.
The large-scale congestion forced the law enforcement team responsible for maintaining order to intervene. When they saw the source of the congestion, they were quite amused.
What can you do with a useless gadget? They actually gathered together to watch it.
"Don't stay too long in..."
Before the law enforcement team member finished speaking, the first passerby who watched the live broadcast walked into the store, looked at the same model on the outermost shelf, and said, "I'll buy one."
While speaking, he stared at the big screen.
No one has opened the hidden version at the Wanchao Conference yet, maybe I can be the first one to open it.
Contrary to his expectations, what the man took out was an ordinary one.
A sneer sounded from behind.
"You want to find the hidden one with just one? Give me ten, man."
"I want one too."
I don’t know why others buy it, but when everyone buys it, more people buy it together.
The number of customers making purchases increased explosively, and they all said they had arrived first, causing the street to become jammed.
Seeing this, a group of law enforcement teams shouted sternly: "Make way for the street, and those who want to buy, line up."
The sixth-level magician is still quite intimidating. No one would feel comfortable if it was too crowded, and the crowd began to transform into a long, orderly dragon.
During the whole process of clearing the traffic, Luke's voice on the live broadcast wall followed him like a shadow -
"This wing can be detached separately. It is translucent and invisible, symbolizing the courage to fly in the sky. In order to create a feeling as thin as a cicada's wing, we tried dozens of materials before we succeeded."
"The one you unpacked is also very special. Meteorite fragments were specially added to it. The starry sky will accompany you."
"And this one is even more special! Although it is not a hidden model, it is the only luminous model."
A member of the law enforcement team couldn't help but look back at the big screen.
After someone kept introducing the real thing, he suddenly thought it was actually quite good.
He cursed under his breath: "Am I possessed?"
Turning around again, I found a familiar jeweler also waiting in line. He said in surprise:
"Buddy, why are you in line too?"
The jewel merchant looked somewhat embarrassed, but there was nothing he could do, he had a collecting habit, and when he saw some items that needed to be collected but were difficult to gather, he would think of collecting them all.
The desire to collect them is too hard to resist!
These designs are really well designed, and I feel pleasantly surprised every time I unbox them.
The law enforcement officer's mouth twitched, and he suppressed his desire to have one too.
The same scene is being played out in many places in the city. Wherever there is a Rhine Trading Company, there is a constant source of customers, and the influence of the live broadcast wall is constantly deepening.
Seeing more and more people coming, many law enforcement officers consoled themselves with a headache, saying that at least maintaining order here was better than inside the Wanchaohui.
“Those reporters are the hard ones to deal with.”
In Armadillo Square, reporters were frantically recording everything.
The combination of live broadcast and on-the-spot dismantling further ignited the atmosphere on the scene. Lujia's booth was completely surrounded by people. He was busy putting up the signboards and answering reporters' questions from time to time. Occasionally, when he encountered some sensitive issues or knowledge blind spots, he would smile mysteriously. The effect was extremely good.
Today was a successful start.
The concept of live broadcasting had never been officially applied in the Holy Demon Continent before, and the money earned from selling gossip about the Demon King would allow him to gain a larger stake in his cooperation with Karen.
The two sides will cooperate sincerely, and can add special raffles and other activities to further increase the popularity.
"We need to come up with a model for industrial construction." Luke muttered to himself.
Let’s make a great innovation in the civilization of the magical world!
To achieve this goal, a lot of preparation needs to be done.
The calculation in his mind made Lujia more cooperative with the reporter. When he was thinking carefully, he suddenly felt an unfriendly gaze.
His sixth sense has always been exceptionally strong. He looked through the gap in the crowd and discovered that the dwarf, who was squeezing in there by virtue of his stature, was staring at him.
The two looked at each other, and the dwarf did not hide the jealousy in his eyes at all. In previous years, their inventions had always been the focus, but today the attention was stolen by a low-level magician.
"It's just a few words."
The dwarves were eager to announce the creation of the Surveillance Prism, so that these people would know what was truly valuable.
However, as soon as this idea came up, it was extinguished.
"Forget it. Alec looks like he's going crazy. It's better not to provoke him."
The dwarf looked around and made sure that the demon servants who had followed Alec were gone, and his mood gradually brightened.
After suffering such a huge loss, Alec must have set up a tight net outside the city. Even if the kid managed to escape, the devil would not let him go.
"Even a saint can't save you by then."
The dwarf was daydreaming happily when a gust of wind suddenly blew.
The captain of the chief law enforcement team hurried past the dwarf and released his aura slightly, and some human reporters around him wisely stepped aside.
Ignoring the other races, the law enforcement captain came to Lujia and spoke in a low voice the order he had received earlier: "The Saint wants to see you."
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Luke's Diary:
I want to haunt these big shots like a ghost to increase my value.
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