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Chapter 1646, page 279: Long live the Emperor!

Will you participate?

The saint is concerned with another issue, which is also the concern of countless movie fans.

"Of course, I'll still play Jack."

The fact that the Holy Son and Holy Daughter of the Church of Wealth are playing opposite each other is destined to be a celebration for the church.

Annan had already glimpsed the scene of future Wealth Church members rushing into the theater with gold taels in hand...

Would you say this is a self-remake?

The initial preparations involved a minor overhaul of the Tagore and continued pre-production. Annan set the filming date for around June – after all, there were still many things to do.

Oh, right, I also need to go and comfort Evelyn.

……

"How could you do this? How could you do this to me?!"

"Shh..."

Annan, feeling inexplicably guilty, glanced out of the office. Fortunately, the employees had their heads down and seemed not to have heard the commotion.

"It's not that exaggerated, is it?"

Evelyn climbed onto the table, hands on her hips, and sneered: "What do you mean, 'no'? You're going to film 'The Fall of the Mage Tower 2,' still the story of Jack and Rose, and you're still the male lead, but I'm not the female lead anymore. How are you going to make the audience think of me...?"

"So this is to make it up to you..."

Annan stared outside as he spoke, then looked away and saw Evelyn, who had been standing on the table moments before, now sitting behind it, glasses perched on her nose, looking serious and every inch the social elite.

"Compensation? What compensation?"

"Uh... I promised the saintess I'd give her the lead role, so how about I give you the role of Ruth's mother?"

“What kind of compensation is this?” Evelyn muttered. “But it’s going to be interesting, so I’ll accept.”

She didn't really care about losing the role. Evelyn's energy was all focused on the newspaper, and even if she were to play Ruth, she wouldn't be able to recapture the feeling she had before.

Annan hesitated instead: "Forget it, let me think about it some more. If you play Ruth's mother, there will definitely be some unclear rumors after the screening."

So Evelyn found it interesting.

"Will you need the newspaper's help then?"

"The same old routine, we'll start building hype three months before the screening."

Relieved that Evelyn didn't care, Annan walked out of the office. As he passed an employee, he saw a hastily scribbled note behind him: "Shortly after Annan entered the president's office, a commotion broke out, and the president was heard shouting in anguish, 'How could you do this to me?' It seems the lord has betrayed Evelyn..."

Annan stopped, his expression displeased: "Have you forgotten the three elements of news?"

The employee, like a student called on by a professor in class, stood up with hunched shoulders, glanced at President Evelyn leaning against the office door frame, and hesitated before saying, "Timeliness, accuracy, scarcity, or is it taking things out of context, changing concepts, and fabricating news?"

"None of those. It's about smuggling in personal agendas, being superficially objective but actually subjective, and, don't, say anything bad about the sponsor!"

These guys have all been corrupted by Evelyn!
Don't rush to watch the ninth magical image; today's main event is the return of the Hellfire Legion.

The Hellfire Legion's expected return at 3 PM has captured the hearts of everyone in the city.

At 2:50, the area outside the teleportation plaza was already packed with people, with every inch of land and every window filled with eager anticipation.

Children chased and ran through the crowd, holding flowers in their hands. A dense crowd held up banners, and the soldiers' families stood closest to the pre-reserved passage to the teleportation portal.

Victory belongs to everyone, but the price is paid alone. At exactly three o'clock in the afternoon, the cold base of the portal burst forth with a blinding light under the gaze of the onlookers, and a biting chill from the far north was the first to surge out.

The sudden chill was felt by everyone the instant a fiery red silhouette appeared behind the portal, and a commotion instantly swept across the entire plaza.

Amidst the cheers echoing throughout the city, the Hellfire Legion pierced through the boundary between light and cold. There were no triumphant horns, only tall, aloof figures and the resounding thud of leather boots on the pavement, stirring the blood of all present.

"Those are our soldiers, our children!"

Old Jack, the fishmonger standing in the crowd, reeked of alcohol, while a long-tailed raven on his shoulder squawked in the air: "I want to join the army too! Give me a gun! I want to go to the front lines!"

Fermi, who was in charge, took off his helmet and knelt on one knee in front of Annan.

"Your Majesty, the Hellfire Legion's mission has been successfully completed."

wow-

The soldiers behind him knelt down simultaneously, drawing attention, leaving only a small group of soldiers at the very back still standing there—the black-clad Watchers in Hellfire plate armor hesitated, but finally, led by Archmage Albek, they also knelt before Annan to express their gratitude.

Evelyn, who was filming this scene, carefully avoided the Blackwatch soldiers; if the news got back to the Empire, it would have some repercussions for them…

With so many people watching, Annan couldn't very well accuse Fermi of overstepping his bounds, so he could only maintain his lordly demeanor, smiling and nodding: "Welcome home, heroes."

"Get up, I have prepared a grand victory banquet for you, with delicious food and glory waiting for you."

"Long live the Annan Emperor!"

Someone shouted from the crowd, and then a deafening roar of "Long live the Annamese!" erupted from the crowd.

Annan waved his hand: "Long live you all."

As the lord of Free City, he doesn't need more empty titles to gild his reputation, but his people do. They need to stand up and be upright Free City citizens, free from enslavement and oppression.

"Long live the Hellfire Legion!" The cheers turned into shouts of praise, interspersed with cries of "Long live Lord Annan!" and "Long live the Royal Guard!"

Long live the Blackwatch Legion!

The Blackwatch soldiers were stunned. They were involved too?

In the lively atmosphere, the loss of their companion and the bleak future were temporarily suppressed, and a smile appeared on their faces.

click-

Evelyn held the Philosopher's Stone and captured this precious moment, while giving a thumbs-up to the reporters in the crowd.

"I want to join the army too!"

Even the Blackwatch soldiers were infected, and the excited onlookers couldn't stand it any longer, wishing they could become one of them right now and go to the front lines to fight the ratmen.

"Don't even think about it. Look how strong those Hellfire soldiers are. You'd be blown over by the wind."

Some people poured cold water on the idea, but many more were eager to try, including professionals.

"Damn it, I can't take it one more day! Go find the recruitment office!"

The scene before them evoked childhood memories, and the thought that "I practiced breathing techniques so hard just to become like them" grew stronger—a great victory on the front lines was more moving than any words.

Especially for the people of the North, they dream of fighting their way back to their homeland. Even though it is no longer their home, it should not be occupied by the ugly ratmen and demons!

Speaking of demons, the succubus next to him could hardly hide the resistance on her face.

(End of this chapter)