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Chapter 1494 128. Annan Reeves and the Saint Late at Night, Silver Dragon Threesome
"The People's Singer" will probably be talked about for a long time in the future.

The event, open to all and all races, the original and interesting competitions and the touching closing ceremony will all be engraved in the memory.

Liberty City has returned to its former tranquility - the streets are still bustling, but far less bustling than during the tournament.

Annan arrived at the embassy and just as he stepped onto the stairs, a shadow flashed around the corner of the street.

"Ok?"

Annan and Captain Biglit at the door looked over at the same time.

Annan turned around and walked over, pulling out Evelyn who was hiding in the shadows, holding the Philosopher's Stone and the notebook.

"what are you doing here?"

"Do what I have to do."

Annan took Evelyn's notebook thoughtfully and opened it casually. Some of Evelyn's ideas were written on the notebook.

Turning to the part where the ink was still wet, Annan saw a line of text: Annan Reeves had a late-night tryst with the saint.

"The Silver Dragon is also in there." Annan explained subconsciously.

Evelyn snatched the notebook back and quickly added on it: Annan Reeves, the Saint, and the Silver Dragon were traveling together late at night.

"…Actually, I'm here to see Archbishop Tomac."

"The Archbishop secretly met with the little boy late at night."

"What do you usually watch?"

Why does Evelyn always like to write this kind of thing?
"Everyone is curious about your private life..."

"That can't be a rumor, right?"

"How can the newspaper thing be considered a rumor!?"

Evelyn pointed at the notes and argued, "'Annan Reeves's late-night tryst with the Saint' could be about you and the Saint talking about church matters all night, and 'Annan Reeves's late-night threesome with the Saint and the Silver Dragon' could be about you admiring the Saint and the Silver Dragon. The title is just a means to attract readers, and I didn't really do it."

"Really?" Annan asked suspiciously.

"Have you seen the strange titles in the Voice of Freedom? I did this to give Barr some ideas!"

Bal, who was working overtime on a manuscript for "Zhiyin" at the newspaper office, suddenly got goose bumps.

Annan didn't believe it, but he knew that Evelyn did know what to do and what not to do, and she did it just to satisfy her strange "voyeurism".

"So what are you doing here?"

"I want to strike while the iron is hot and interview some popular contestants for an exclusive interview."

"Good idea, I was right about you." Annan almost didn't expect this.

Evelin touched the back of her head modestly: “Hey, it’s all because of the teacher’s good teaching.”

Annan was relieved, and suddenly thought, wasn't the teacher Evelin was talking about himself?

And she hasn't told the truth yet - who would hide in an alley in the middle of the night to take photos and do an interview?

"I'm going to interview other people!"

Fearing that Annan would ask further questions, Evelin closed her notebook and ran away.

Looking at her back, Annan felt that the pure, shy Evelyn who blushed after talking to him was gone, and in her place was a girl with a bit of evil taste and slippery nature.

But no matter what, Evelyn is ahead of everyone in the job of reporter.

If there was a god of journalists or something like that, Annan would give Evelyn the title of champion journalist.

If not, let Evelyn be the god of reporters.

Annan withdrew his gaze, walked up the stairs and greeted Captain Biglit.

Captain Biglit's eyes were blazing. Annan initially thought that the eyes of a legendary warrior would glow at night, but then he suddenly remembered that he had painted a picture for him similar to that of the Saint.

Seeing that the Saint had won the championship, everyone knew about it, and Captain Biglit was ready to make a move. Annan was surprised and a little amused: "You are already a legend, and you still care about the championship title?"

"This is the championship awarded by the Holy Son himself."

The significance is not about the championship, but about Annan.

Annan thought about it and realized that it was not appropriate to hold any large-scale events in the short term after the "Everyone Singer" competition.

And the champion fighter is not like that, he is watching very closely.

"We don't have enough foundation yet. If we don't rush..."

"Not urgent!"

Legendary warriors are also semi-immortals who can easily live for hundreds of years. Biglit is just over a hundred years old and is in the prime of his life.

Although it is not possible for the time being, it is interesting just to think about it:

The young swordsman with dreams and hopes stepped onto the stage of Liberty City. Opposite him was Captain Biglit, who was wearing dragon-skin armor and holding a legendary enchanted greatsword. He raised the greatsword and said, "It's a matter of life and death."

After talking with Captain Biglit for a few words, Annan walked into the embassy. The Saint and the Silver Dragon, who were already aware of his arrival, were waiting in the hall.

The saint had taken off the pure gold crown, but Onyxia was still wearing it, and it was also beautiful as an ornament.

The servant came over, Annan looked at her for a few seconds, then looked away and asked, "What would you like to drink?"

"Just water."

"Three glasses of happy water."

The Saint was still wondering what Happy Water was when Annan asked, "How does it feel to be a champion?"

"A lot of people like me, but it's different from before..."

The saint was in a position of being the center of attention, and all the princes and ministers had to bow before her. This kind of love, which was different from respect, was very fresh to her.

In fact, it's almost the same for Annan. If he goes to Montreal again at this time, it would be fine if it's done secretly, but if it's done formally, the Imperial Etiquette Department would have to contact him, work out the details, and then treat Annan according to the etiquette of receiving a monarch.

After all, he is now the Holy Son of the Church of Wealth and the lady’s spokesperson on earth.

“There should be quite a few people clamoring to join the church?”

The saint thought back to the nobles who had come from all over the world to visit her frequently these days, and nodded slightly.

She began to understand what Annan meant by the win-win situation that he often talked about.

Liberty City gained fame and money from the competition, and also obtained the all-important right to be designated the champion.

The decline of the Church of Wealth has stopped and its name is once again heard throughout the continent of Allen. It is no exaggeration to say that it is the most prominent church after the turbulent years.

Singers also found new paths.

However, the one who gained the most was Annan. In addition to a lot of gains, people used to talk about Annan in a joking way, calling him "the champion warlock". But now, in addition to the ridicule, people began to have a little more admiration for him.

Annan thought that if he entered the sacred temple again at this time, he would have to sit in the first three rows.

The servant brought the happy water.

Annan took his cup, and the saint looked at the bubbling happy water, feeling a little hesitant.

“Lemonade is also water.”

The saint thought this was the Free City, not the Holy City, so she picked up the happy water and tried to take a sip.

Her brows were slightly furrowed because of the slightly spicy taste, but then relaxed, making her bright eyes sparkle.

As expected, Annan said, "I guessed you liked it because the elves like it too."

The saint gives people the feeling of an elf, with outstanding looks and elegance.

(End of this chapter)