Chapter 529 The ripples stirred by the tolling bell echoed in everyone's hearts.
The curtain rises and falls on Queen Street, and the night is darker than usual. The mist over the rushing river not only dampens the brims of pedestrians' hats, but also moistens their eyes.
The entrance to the Collins Grand Theatre.
The crowd didn't disperse after the show; many stood under the dim glow of the gas streetlights, saying goodbye to their companions who had watched the performance with them.
On a street corner, a young couple embraced tightly.
The girl's shoulders trembled slightly, and her swollen eyes were filled with tears—tears shed for "Elois".
The boy patted her shoulder and gently comforted her, telling her that what happened on stage wasn't real and that such a thing wouldn't happen in Thunder City.
The girl suddenly raised her head, her eyes reflecting the dappled streetlights.
"If one day... we encounter something like that, please take me away from there."
Her voice was thick with nasal tones, suppressed sobs, and genuine emotion.
"I don't care whether the bells ring for us or whose blessings we receive, I only care about you."
Those were the words Eloise didn't say, but she believed they must have been her innermost thoughts... something that didn't need to be expressed with lines.
The boy remained silent for a while.
He didn't say anything more that would spoil the mood, like "that's just a stage" or "nobles would never look up to us."
He simply extended his rough index finger and wiped away the still-dry tears on the girl's cheek, looking into those eyes he cherished most as he spoke.
“Leona, me too. I don’t care if the bells ring or not, I only care about you.”
"If anyone tries to take you away from me, I will not try to beg for anyone's forgiveness... Please remember to place a bouquet of flowers on my tombstone."
He doesn't have much money.
But if it's for the girl he loves, he's willing to pick up a gun to protect their home.
That heartfelt confession surpassed all the glamorous performances on stage; the two embraced tightly, and no one could separate them.
The most skillful seduction is often not sweet talk, but words from the heart.
Tonight, many people who share this sentiment are immersed in their own tenderness.
You probably can't find such an outstanding succubus in the entire city of Shanghai...
...
The next morning, Leiming City woke up very early.
Or rather, the city didn't sleep at all last night.
Before the newsboys' clear cries could even wake the sleeping people, a long queue had already formed in front of the ticket window at the Colin Theatre.
Everyone heard about the incredible performance, and the Iris Theatre Company's fame was completely made by the fictional names of Eloise and Matthew.
Now the whole city heard the theater's bells ringing, and the long queues even covered half of Queen Street!
"By Saint Seis, don't these guys have to work?" Horace, standing in the crowd, was practically squeezed into a peanut shape.
Looking at the endless queue, he couldn't help but complain.
"Parliament should legislate to allow people to queue at home and make appointments by letter, instead of loitering on the streets during working hours like this!"
It's obvious they've taken leave!
"Enough, Horace! Stop talking about your useless title."
His wife, standing beside him, was also complaining.
You can tell from her prominent cheekbones that she has worried a lot about this family, and her young children depend on her for support.
"...Saint Seth, you're a member of parliament now, can't you think of a way to help our family? For example, could you ask Prince Colin for help?"
Horace looked somewhat embarrassed upon hearing his wife's sarcastic remark.
He could see the statue of Saint Sith every day, but he could never see Prince Colin, unless one day Prince Colin suddenly decided to make a statue for him.
However, even if he were to meet that person one day, he would never ask His Highness for help with such a trivial matter.
That's so exciting! Prince Colin asked his secretary to buy him a ticket... or maybe even a boat ticket to send him out to sea.
At this moment, his youngest son looked up, pointed to the notice board below the poster, and said timidly.
"Dad, there's a VIP lane where you don't have to queue, and there are also VIP rooms where you don't have to queue."
Horace's eyes lit up with joy, and he placed his hand on the child's head and squatted down.
"Oh, my little Horace, when did you learn so many words... Tell Daddy, how much is one?"
"100 silver pounds".
How many?!
Upon hearing that clear and melodious sound, Horace instinctively shuddered, and his broad hand moved from the child's head to his shoulder.
People stood up.
“Oh… my little Horace, that’s no small sum. If it’s the 8 p.m. show, the one with Miss Kiki in it, I might consider buying tickets for the whole family.”
Although the daytime stage performances are still handled by the "Iris" troupe, "Kiki" and "Little Eagle," who caused a sensation throughout the city last night, will not appear on every stage.
After all, a person's physical strength is limited. Even violinists are replaced, let alone young men and women jumping and dancing on stage.
This is true of theaters throughout the continent of Os.
Moreover, ticket prices for popular performances will also rise accordingly. If it's a play starring "Elois" herself, 100 silver pounds certainly won't buy you the box where the Baron sat.
Don't even think about it until her popularity fades.
However, Senator Horace had to reiterate that he didn't lack the 100 silver pounds; he had plenty of money. He just wanted to spend every single pound wisely.
This is why he is so rich despite not having a noble title.
The children looked at each other, and the older one muttered something under his breath.
"But I saw that Representative Dibico seemed to have gone inside..."
Horace smiled and patted him on the shoulder.
“I know, but your fathers are not like those guys. We stand with the people who support us!”
Horace's wife, standing behind him, stared at the man in disbelief, as if she had only just met her husband that day.
Saint Sith above...
She had never seen anyone so shameless!
Citizens dressed in all sorts of clothes lined up in long queues, just like the citizens in the city at dusk who lined up to wait for relief.
However, they are still quite different after all.
Those well-dressed citizens of Leiming City were not receiving bread for survival from the ticket sellers, but rather "spiritual nourishment."
These tickets ranged from cheap standing tickets costing five copper coins each to expensive VIP boxes costing hundreds of silver pounds.
However, no matter how much the ticket price is, it is earned through their hard work, not through the permission of the ticket seller or Prince Colin to exchange for another person's hard work.
At the same time, this magnificent theater is different from Theodore's summer palace; the bells on stage are meant to ring for every audience member.
Senator Dubco took his seat in the same box the Baron had sat in the day before, while the stingy Mr. Horace eventually squeezed into the theater as well.
He and his wife each held one child in their arms, and held the hand of the largest child, standing in the back row of the theater.
Upon spotting this familiar face in the crowd, Councilor Dibico, sitting high up, spat lightly, inwardly cursing the show-off as utterly shameless and hypocritical.
Others may not have that 100 silver pounds, but you, you worthless bastard, don't have it either?
What are you trying to show off for!
Those who understand clearly don't buy into this, but unfortunately, in Thunder City in 1054 of the Os calendar, there are still too few people who understand.
At least the people in this theater who understand things are far less knowledgeable than those on the set of "The Three-Level Parliament" upstream on the River Bend.
Not a single person, including Senator Dibico, could tell that this extremely abstract guy actually bought a standing ticket because he was stingy!
Winning people's hearts?
Haha, Horace's staff aren't here today. He's out having fun with his family while everyone else is at work. He's not that clever.
Interestingly, it wasn't just Councilman Dubco who recognized the guy; several dockworkers who had also bought standing tickets to come and see what was going on also recognized his face.
They had seen him in the newspaper, though not on the front page, but the sentence printed in the newspaper had indeed touched them.
"...This city does not only belong to the respectable people, but also to those who are not respectable enough."
This is Mr. Horace's speech in Parliament.
It's not just talk.
It is said that it was his idea to set up a technical school in Princess Eileen's new industrial area, and he even donated an old loom for the school.
Even though the machine was broken at the time, it took the principal and teachers of the vocational school quite some time to fix it.
Although there are many factory owners in Thunder City, he is probably the first and currently the only factory owner willing to invest in the future of the poor.
After all, he really does own a "share" in Thunder City.
They whispered among themselves for a while, unable to believe they would see this distinguished gentleman here, and then started betting on their beer that night.
To decide who would pay for the drinks tonight, a bolder waiter came over, feigning surprise, and extended his right hand.
"Hey, I think I know you. You're... that... uh..."
"Horace!"
Horace freed one hand from the child, smiled, and grasped the calloused hand, not caring that the child didn't recognize his name, and shook it vigorously.
"What is your name?"
“Joe, Joey,” the man, who was as big as a chimney, stammered, clearly not expecting Mr. Horace to not only acknowledge him but also shake his hand and speak to him.
Saint Sith above... He just wanted to confirm if this guy was right.
Meanwhile, some of the guys not far away were excitedly pumping their fists, while others were angrily taking off their hats; it was obvious who had lost money.
"Joe? Haha, that's a great name. Have a nice day."
After saying that, Horace took a moment to wink at his shy son.
He didn't care about the fishy-smelling fellow; he just wanted to prove to his son that he hadn't lied.
See? Your dad wasn't trying to save money.
It's for the people's support!
Unexpectedly, such a distinguished person would shake hands with him. Joey's cheeks turned as red as a boiler in a steel factory, and he didn't know what to do for a moment.
It has to be said that the dockworkers in Thunder City are still too naive.
The awful Horace gained their favor for free without spending a penny.
Seeing her husband spouting nonsense, his wife didn't say anything this time, but glared at her eldest son beside her, telling him not to run around.
No matter how many times she rolled her eyes behind closed doors, this stern lady would never say a bad word about her husband in public.
Although their love wasn't as dramatic or boundless as Miss Eloise's, they still had their own little family.
and--
Even Mr. Horace, a man as realistic as he is, couldn't help but shed a few tears for the tragic love story as the curtain rose and fell.
Saint Sith above...
How could anyone be so evil?
Ringing this bell costs twenty silver coins... Enough said, please hang this sacred ancient bell at Horace's door!
He'd do any work for just 5 silver coins, absolutely honest and fair to everyone. As long as the sound of the silver coins falling continues, his bell will never stop ringing!
"Damn it... Damn it, the last time I cried was the last time! This evil, unequal treaty must be abolished!"
"It is the will of the gods for two souls to come together. What right does a bell-ringer have to represent the gods? Did he even ask Horace's opinion?"
Mr. Horace, who was known for his outrageous remarks, accidentally said something sensible again. He wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his sleeve and handed it to his wife, whose eyes were red from crying, to wipe them as well.
His wife grabbed her sleeve, blew her nose, and looked at him with teary eyes.
"If it were me... would you do what Matthew did for me?"
Seeing his wife's swollen eyes from crying, Horace, who was in the midst of grief, almost burst out laughing, because it was indeed the funniest joke he had heard all day.
However, of course he held back.
Although he was indeed a Campbellian, he was not a born warrior, and there was no need for him to face a berserk demon queen.
He wiped his sleeve on the corner of his clothes.
“My dear, for you, I would kneel down like Matthew, or even cut off my kneecaps and give them to the lord as a chamber pot. He wants one, I'll give him two.”
The lady blushed and glared at him.
"I must have been blind to fall for you. You'd rather cut off your own leg than open your purse, right? Then take it to your grave!"
“No… do you really think the lords only care about money?” Horace said, half-laughing and half-crying. “They are much richer than you and me.”
"Enough! Have I ever been with a lord? You don't understand me at all. What I want is your attitude!" The lady glared at him with her swollen eyes from crying.
Horace couldn't help but snort inwardly. He was most afraid of women saying this, because it often meant that she herself hadn't figured out what she wanted.
All right.
Horace thought about it seriously. If he were Matthew, then the lord who never showed up was Prince Colin…
Um……
Perhaps I should talk to my wife?
Anyway, he didn't care about chastity or not, and his wife was happy. He also had the honor of meeting Prince Colin.
None of these are bad things, are they?
It must be said that the council of Thunder City is not much more noble than His Majesty Theodore's council, even though they both bear the name of a council.
However, the scripts they received were ultimately different.
Moreover, the esteemed Mr. Horace did not tell his wife about his blasphemous thoughts, but instead handed her a tissue that he had bought long ago but had never been willing to use.
"Honey, I admit I was a little rude just now. But I really had to think long and hard before buying this new dress, so why don't you wear this next time?"
Not only did the lady stop crying and start laughing, but this time even the children laughed along with her.
...
The theater is less noisy during the day than at night.
Only a few people manage to steal a moment of leisure from their busy schedules; most people still have to work. Only dockworkers who work day jobs and citizens who happen to be on their shifts can find time to come and take a look.
Even if you add these people up, it's still a lot.
Besides the theater and the Iris Theatre Group, which made a fortune, the real winners were the vendors selling tissues, handkerchiefs, and silk outside the theater.
Their goods even sold better than theater tickets.
After all, operas on Queen Street in the past were never this moving, and not every gentleman would carry this with him.
However, they will soon develop new habits.
The ladies on the northeast coast of the Whirlpool Sea will never respect the "Rocksai 1053" more because they shoot fast, but they might actually be touched and cover their mouths because the young men here always have a tissue in their pockets.
The same applies to women, of course.
The reason the bells echoing on the stage resonated with them was, of course, because everything Eloise cared about was exactly what they cherished.
The name "Elois" was like a sudden fire, spreading throughout the city overnight with the help of the wind.
Huge posters were hung on the four walls of the theater, and that endearing portrait was no longer just a simple drawing.
Instead, it became a banner.
Or rather, symbols.
Although no slogans of protest were written on that flag, it possessed a more powerful and resounding force than any tangible flag.
After all, for most ordinary people who toil all day long, the word "feudal oppression" is too distant, and they can just endure it and it will pass.
Those complex sociological definitions and theories about personal dependence are even more obscure and difficult to understand for ordinary people who haven't read many serious books.
Not only could they not understand, they might even misunderstand it, and in the end, they might mistake the noose for a lifeline and kiss it.
However, the sound of the bell, which everyone had heard, brought everything to life.
Campbells may not have received higher education, but almost all of them have experienced love and the pain of reality.
Once pain has a specific name, and becomes something that can be spoken and seen, it has the power to pierce the heart.
Even those who disagree with it will be stung by it.
This is what feudalism feared most.
After all, even Baron Lengus found resonance in the play, let alone those who live in this era.
...
The bells, called feudalism, rang out the citizens of Thunder City's yearning for a republic, and also struck the heart of the Andes, who had been unable to find peace for a long time.
The offices of the Andes Bank building.
Jan Andes stood by the window, a half-burnt cigar between his fingers.
His gaze passed over the layers of rooftops and landed on the seemingly endless queue, watching the people coming and going at the theater entrance.
Even though they were two roads apart, he could still feel the intense heat coming at him, as if he were standing in a sea of people.
"...His Highness Colin's actions are still so unexpected and surprising." Andes uttered a very soft sigh.
What he saw in his eyes was not just surprise, but also a different kind of brilliance.
As the wealthiest merchant in Thunder City and an advisor to Duke Campbell, his intuition and insight are far beyond what ordinary people can match.
It is precisely because of this that he can see things that others cannot, such as the power hidden in the clamor of people that can change the world.
This force can raise cannons aimed at civilians by an inch, or unleash the fury and roar of millions of people from cannons aimed at lords.
Worldly money and power are insignificant in its presence.
Because those things, like "supernatural power," are castles built on this land.
But it is a power closer to the root!
"...The power of this performance surpasses that of a hundred cannons. I wonder if His Highness the Duke has noticed it."
Andes muttered to himself, completely unaware that the ash on his cigar had cooled down, until he brought it to his lips and took a puff.
He gave an awkward laugh, returned to his desk, and gently placed the now-cooled cigar on the edge of the ashtray.
After thinking for a moment, he reached out and pulled the bell rope, shaking the bell.
Footsteps soon echoed down the corridor, and his secretary knocked on the office door before entering after receiving permission.
"Boss, you wanted to see me?"
Andes pondered for a moment before speaking.
“Transfer some money from the account, the amount... let’s set it at 100,000 gold coins for now.”
The secretary was taken aback for a moment, but dared not delay, and quickly took out her notebook to jot it down.
Andes waited patiently for him to finish writing before continuing.
“The media is a huge market, and we also need to have our own theaters and troupes. We need to find professional managers, find experienced actors, and hire people to write scripts that resonate with us… No matter how much it costs, I want to see the Andes Group's presence in this field.”
The secretary put away her notebook and said respectfully.
"Yes, sir, I assure you, the proposal will be on your desk tomorrow."
"I hope to see it tomorrow morning."
After giving his orders, Andes loosened his tie, and his thoughtful face regained its usual confident smile.
Now that His Highness Prince Colin has proven that this thing works, his ally cannot simply stand there and do nothing.
From the newspaper office in Thunder City to the stock exchange on Queen Street, every time he "copied homework," he earned far more money than he had expected.
Not just the visible benefits, but also the invisible ones.
He believes this time will be no exception.
For the sake of the future of the Duchy of Campbell, the Andean family will continue to follow up and make improvements tailored to local conditions.
The Iris Theatre Troupe, after all, came from the Holy City, and as a Campbellian himself, he knew better than anyone how to resonate with the Campbellians.
Andes walked to the coat rack, took off the exquisitely crafted top hat and tucked it into his pocket, glanced at the pocket watch in his hand, and continued speaking.
"Also, buy me a ticket."
"I happen to be free at eight o'clock tonight. I plan to go there then and see what kind of magic our Miss Eloise has that can attract so many people."
The secretary nodded respectfully.
"Yes, boss."
...
In the study of Colin Manor, the oak in the fireplace was burning brightly, occasionally bursting out a few orange-red flames that warmed the rough edges of the carpet.
Lying on the rug next to the fireplace, Taff yawned deeply, stretched comfortably, and continued to lie there.
Perhaps feeling something was missing, she smacked her lips and said somewhat lonely.
I miss your cat.
Luo Yan, who was sitting at his desk reading, didn't say anything. After all, the scripts written by the players were more interesting.
He's figuring out how to localize it.
Seeing that no one was paying attention to her, Taf felt even more lonely and muttered something under her breath, attempting to use moral blackmail.
"She hasn't been back for so long, don't you care about her at all?"
Luo Yan lowered the book in his hand slightly and glanced at his pet.
"You're not me, how do you know I didn't go to see her?"
Upon hearing this, Taff immediately perked up and straightened her neck.
"Can I go with you next time?"
Although Sarah caught her quite a few times, the cat's movements were still very gentle, unlike someone who directly used "scare" tactics.
Moreover, this guy not only did it himself, but also summarized his methods for stimulating egg production into experience and taught them to that crazy little girl named Vivian.
She had to admit that the Zetas didn't dislike laying eggs; it was indeed a novel experience. What she objected to was freeloading. These hairless monkeys, who were pleasing to the Zetas, should exchange time for something, such as spending some time playing with her.
Sarah would play with her instead of grabbing her and letting her run around for a while.
Luo Yan's gaze returned to the book, and he casually turned a page.
"reason?"
"Taff immediately said."
"I'm afraid of Vivian! She appears and disappears so suddenly, she's terrifying!"
Terrified, she dared not sleep alone at night and could only cower timidly by the Demon King's fireplace, following him wherever he went.
However, the despicable demon king was heartless and casually interrupted her delusion of escaping the demon's lair.
"I'm not asking for your reasons, but my reasons. Why did Prince Colin's dragon appear in Twilight City? Don't tell me you can hide like Eileen; I can only be a human mask, not a dragon."
Taff slumped her head like a deflated balloon, muttering something under her breath.
"What a heartless man! Am I just a tool for laying eggs to you?"
"Are you sure I don't have feelings?" Luo Yan smiled faintly and turned a page of the book in his hand. "You should be glad that you met me. If it were my servant or other adventurers... they might have already turned you into equipment."
Dragons have many treasures, but raising them is costly and requires a huge amount of resources.
It's only because the Demon King doesn't care about her that much. If it were him before he became the Demon King, he would probably have to think for a while about whether or not to keep this unfortunate Zeta.
Taff snorted angrily.
So you don't deny the second half of the statement, right?
Luo Yan glanced at her in surprise, his eyebrows arching with interest.
Oh?
It can breathe fire now.
He smiled with satisfaction. It seemed that he would soon have another dragon knight disguise, even though he already had so many disguises that he could hardly remember them all.
The wall clock just struck eight.
Mia Padridge practically leaped into the study, and at the same moment, Taff bared her teeth and shut her mouth.
"Luo Yan! Look! Look at what's written in the newspaper!" At this moment, Mia was holding a copy of the Thunder City Daily that had just been delivered to the manor.
That beautiful face was now filled with unbelievable surprise, and her heart-shaped pupils, brimming with light, were like blooming peach blossoms.
Clearly, the chief investigator from Hell had been investigating the Demon King for over a month but hadn't discovered that the Thunder City Daily was actually Punk's business.
And Punk was a glove placed in the Demon King's wardrobe.
What happened in Thunder City, His Highness the Duke may not know before the reporters, but he knew it much earlier than they did.
"Oh? What happened?" Luo Yan put down his book and gave Mia a gentle look, completely different from the look he gave his pet.
Taffy was even angrier, and she decided to burn the entire carpet!
Completely oblivious to Luo Yan's modesty, Mia smiled happily, her peach-blossom eyes curving into crescents.
"Our Agent Kiki is a huge success! The whole of Thunder City is talking about her story and her portrayal of Miss Eloise!"
Luo Yan put down the book in his hand and his gaze fell on the newspaper page she was pointing to.
There, in the largest font, was a review of "The Bell Tolls," as well as the smile Miss "Elois" gave to the audience during her curtain call.
The magic photo amplified the power of that smile, and even the well-informed Demon King had to admit that she was truly a top student.
The academic credentials are genuine and accurate.
As for "Little Eagle," who played the honest man, although he didn't look as radiant as Miss Eloise, his performance was still quite good.
Acting opposite a professional succubus inevitably makes it difficult to keep up with the pace, but she is a succubus herself, and once she gets used to her talent, she will eventually become proficient.
Hopefully, this young man who dreams of living a different life will cherish the two and a half years he has accumulated and will not drive recklessly on the road.
After all, the death penalty in Expert Mode is quite severe, almost equivalent to being reincarnated with all your memories intact.
Seeing Luo Yan finish reading the newspaper with a smile on his face, Mia blushed with excitement and continued speaking rapidly.
"I originally thought that the so-called 'don't treat intelligence work as intelligence work' meant sending them to work as maids in noble manors or as tutors in noble families to infiltrate. I never expected you to have such a grand vision! You actually helped our 'Kiki' become an actress!"
"I was worried about this before. Even if they successfully infiltrated the nobleman's house, how to get any truly valuable information was still a problem!"
As she spoke, she excitedly pointed to the newspaper in her hand, looking as if she had learned something.
"But things are different now!"
"The gentlemen and ladies of Thunder City are going crazy for our 'Elois'! Celebrities who want to ride her coattails, politicians who want to flaunt their artistic taste, they'll be lining up to invite her to their dinner parties!"
"Back then, Qiqi didn't need to eavesdrop or even take the initiative! She only needed to stand there with a wine glass in her hand, and those big shots would rush to offer her secrets, just to win a smile from the beauty."
After finishing her long speech, Mia took a deep breath. When she raised her head again, her eyes were filled with nothing but admiration and respect for Luo Yan!
"Darling, you're so, so smart!"
That flawless interpretation was nothing to be surprised about; after all, even Arachto could have come up with such a rudimentary idea.
Vivian could probably see even deeper. For example, their agent had already stepped into the upper echelons of Thunder City's society. Was intelligence still that important?
The councilors of Thunder City didn't know what they would discuss tomorrow, but Luo Yan had already figured it out for them. It was just a matter of seeing which clever person would bring up the "chastity tax" as a starting point.
Anyway, this stab won't hurt any of our own people. At most, it will humiliate those in prison and offend their servants.
However, there's no need to tell Miss Mia these complicated things; it would only add to her stress and worries.
Mr. Melucine may not have had good intentions in placing her in this position.
Luo Yan could roughly guess what he wanted to do: to make the women of the Padrich family regret their lives and to send chills down his spine.
Schemes and tricks are useless against him, after all, that's his comfort zone. The Demon King is never short of cunning and treacherous tricks.
"This is nothing to worry about." Luo Yan smiled faintly, looking at Mia's excited face, and said in a gentle and calm tone, "As long as you're happy."
In the glow of the fireplace, her already flushed cheeks turned so red they looked like they were about to bleed, and even Taff couldn't bear to look at her and hid her face under her wings.
The silence lasted for a long time. Suddenly, Mia, standing in the fireplace light, turned her face away, her hazy eyes filled with complex emotions.
She said in a low voice.
"...You're being so nice to me, what are you after?"
"I've already told you."
"Huh?" Mia was taken aback.
Luo Yan continued in a gentle tone.
"Whatever makes you happy, that's the truth."
Although he had many pawns, Mia probably wasn't one of them, at least that's what he thought deep down.
Although he possessed divine status, his humanity was not completely devoured by divinity; he still retained some human qualities.
He had nothing to do that required him to give up everything.
The desire to become a god is not for returning home or seeking revenge on anyone, but simply to see the heights of the gods.
People have to do something while they're alive, right?
He was climbing the ladder to God with the mindset of a mountaineer, while Mia was the scenery he had formed an inextricable bond with when he looked down from the foot of the mountain.
While it remains to be seen whether it can be called love, he honestly admitted that he did have some tenderness for her in his heart.
After all, he considered himself a fairly righteous person.
Whether it was Father Jeffrey, Professor Lilith, or even "that man's" daughter, he treated them all well.
He could see Mia's help to him, and even before he was fully developed, he had taken many benefits from the Padridge family.
Although this sharp-tongued young lady kicked his back seat quite a few times when he was in school, didn't this "silver-level expert" also not drag him into the dark room for unspeakable things when he was still a bronze-level expert?
Saying that Shanghai has a human rights protection law is a joke. Does he not know whether that piece of toilet paper is useful to a demon?
The reason he brought up those correct but useless platitudes was simply because he realized that Mia genuinely cared about him, so he gave her a way to "retreat tactically."
Including why Professor Lilith didn't confront him directly, he never really thought she was worried about some kind of demon god.
There's a fundamental difference between forcing your way in and stealing, even in the world of succubi. The latter can at least be considered learning a skill, while the former is blatant robbery.
In every sense, the Padridge family helped him a lot. Luo Yan could use his holy light to discipline the overstepping Vivian without any scruples, but he always treated Mia with courtesy.
Mia had no idea about Luo Yan's complicated thoughts. She only felt a warm current surge into her heart, filling her heart-shaped eyes with tears.
Is this another confession?
Heh, heh heh...
As expected of Miss Padridge, she managed to make the Demon King fall for her twice in just half a month... But why wasn't there a direct approach?
Is Luo Yan really this shy?!
Mia felt her head burning, as if it were on fire by a fireplace.
She almost blurted out "I do," and she even had names for all five children in mind, but she felt that no matter which name she said, it wouldn't connect to his earlier statement.
This love is so profound!
"...I, I'll go write a letter to Shanghai right now!"
Fearing her thoughts would be seen through, Mia hurriedly turned away, forcibly hiding her burning embarrassment in her unimportant work.
"The investigators will personally write a letter... to the Shanghai Cabinet to report this remarkable progress! Hehehe, you can look forward to the medal of honor!"
Hearing the feigned calm laughter, Luo Yan smiled and nodded, then couldn't resist teasing her.
Just like she used to do.
"It is an honor for this Demon King to serve my dear investigator. Remember to stamp your seal on that letter."
one.
two.
Before the third second was over, both ears turned red.
Watching the succubus stagger out of the door, Taff, who had peeked out from under her wing, let out a long burp.
Saint Sis, have you eaten your fill?
Your old friend is full.
These younger folks are really interesting.
"When will you start laying eggs? I can't wait—"
Luo Yan gently waved his wand, and the source energy tied a knot in the air, silencing the incessantly chattering little mouth.
...
Meanwhile, in Thunder City, at the Collin Grand Theatre.
The prime-time performance at 8 p.m. has just ended.
The thunderous applause nearly lifted the theater's dome, and countless flowers were thrown onto the stage, piling up at the actors' feet.
Standing in the center of the stage, Qiqi maintained an elegant bow, a sweet yet heartbreaking smile on her face.
At that moment, she had no idea that a tremendous achievement had been bestowed upon her, and that her name would soon be on the desk of a cabinet minister.
Although she doesn't have her own surname and even her given name is so illegible, perhaps from now on she can seriously consider which family genealogy to register her whole family's names in.
Fortunately, she didn't know, otherwise, let alone Eloise's smile, she probably wouldn't even have been able to hide her tail.
If things really turned out that way, His Highness the Prince would probably say that she ate Qiqi, and tonight there will probably be many heartbroken young men who can't sleep because of their breakups.
The actor playing Matthew, nicknamed "Little Eagle," was also having some doubts.
Although the feeling of being cheered by the entire audience was indeed fantastic, she, who was a bean sprout in real life, never imagined that she would debut as an idol in a different sense...
But something just doesn't feel right.
Although she was prepared to risk everything for the hidden mission, she couldn't possibly come here precisely at 8 PM every night to make her debut, could she?!
However, when she met those infatuated eyes, especially the kisses thrown at her by the many noble ladies, she couldn't help but swallow, her instincts awakened deep within her soul.
hateful……
This game is so realistic.
(End of this chapter)
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