You don't cast spells by the rules at all, do you?

Charles knew very well that these policemen... no, all the policemen in the whole state of West Laquer were in cahoots with the witch hunters. He once witnessed a small town woman being accused of being an evil witch. Her appeal was fruitless. Instead, the city police department came in person, took the woman to the wilderness, tied her to a cross and burned her alive.

These hypocritical bastards are far more brutal and vicious than ordinary people imagine.

Charles sent three messages in a row to remind Sean, but they were quickly brushed off the screen by other readers' comments.

“@Everyone, my dear brothers, our dog author has made great progress!”

"Take a look, what is this?"

Someone sent a photo of the scene to the group, which immediately caused everyone to scroll through the screen.

"OMG, why are there so many policemen?"

"Are they all here to protect the dog author?"

"Did he commit a crime, or did someone commit a crime in the mall?"

"Did he get caught for writing something he shouldn't have written?"

"No, no, no, absolutely not," said another reader. "I was also at the scene, and I can tell you responsibly that there was no police incident. These police officers are here to maintain order."

"What is a card face?"

“This is the face of the card!”

"The Municipal Council doesn't have as much face as our dog author!"

Apparently, Charles wasn't the only fan who came to Sean's book signing.

Many readers who were too far away or had other things to do and didn't come felt a little regretful when they saw such a big event, and they all @ed the people at the scene and said, "Please bring me a copy!"

"I also want!"

"I want three copies, and I want the dog author to sign a few more!"

Sean didn't reply, and Charles had no choice. He couldn't enter the virtual space to look for Sean, and Sean might not be there. Looking at the book friends in the group who didn't know the truth and were eating melons and spamming the screen crazily, he could only pray for Sean in his heart, hoping that Sean would be hit by a truck on the road and not come to the book signing event.

But the Lord didn't seem to listen to his voice.

Sean came anyway.

Not only did he come, but he was also dressed very handsomely.

He was dressed in a suit, had an outstanding temperament, and his hair was combed neatly. He was in no way inferior to those movie stars.

As soon as he showed up, many women cheered, even some who didn't understand the situation.

"So handsome! No wonder the movies he makes are so good!"

"? He's a fucking writer."

"What? He actually wrote a book and is so talented? Isn't he better than those illiterate artists? I'm a fan!"

"..."

The book signing event hasn't officially started yet, but judging by the enthusiasm of the onlookers, it can already be said to be a success.

People are visual animals. Most of the time, they will only be interested in learning more about something if it meets their aesthetic standards at first glance. Capital also knows how to create momentum. Among these people shouting, I wonder how many are hired by the publishing house.

It can be predicted that after today, Sean's works and his own popularity will be greatly enhanced.

The new fans are full of enthusiasm, but some old fans are already thinking of running away.

For example, Charles.

He looked at Sean smiling and greeting everyone gracefully and calmly, and yelled in his heart: He is about to die and still has time to interact with everyone?

Why don't you take a look at your phone!

Charles was almost dying of anxiety.

"Damn it, you old liar!"

Not only did she cheat him out of his money to buy books, she also cheated him out of his feelings.

If he had known that this Sean was that Sean, he would have definitely stopped Sean from attending the book signing event.

It's too late to say anything now.

Seeing a large group of people following Sean into the mall, Charles wanted to turn around and leave, pretending that he didn't know Sean and had never read Sean's book. He hesitated for a long time, but finally gritted his teeth and followed them in, cursing.

……

Chapter 32 Book signing event (Part ) (Please read on~)

A book signing event is not a company ribbon-cutting event or an award ceremony, and there will not be a long opening speech.

What Sean had to do was simple: sit down in a pile of books that was almost as tall as his own and sign autographs.

Judging from the number of people pouring into the mall, the scene would have been a bit chaotic, but because of the police standing upright around, everyone was very conscious this time to abide by the order and lined up in two orderly lines, one to pay for the books, and the other to give the books to Sean for autographs.

Some people curiously asked why so many police officers came.

The leading police officer glanced at Sean and explained to everyone with a smile.

An event without an opening remark always feels like something is missing, so in that case, why not let him help Sean warm up the atmosphere.

“First of all, thank you all very much for coming to the book signing event for our emerging fantasy author Mr. Sean.”

“Thank you very much for liking Mr. Sean’s book.”

"To be honest, I am also a loyal fan of Mr. Sean. The stories he created perfectly match my imagination and definition of magic and mystery. I am not afraid of being laughed at when I say this. Every night before going to bed, I will lie in bed and wait to see his updates. I can't fall asleep without reading them."

The crowd burst into laughter.

"Is it really that beautiful?"

There was something inexplicably humorous about these words coming from a police officer in uniform at work.

"Of course it's true." The police officer said seriously, "Mr. Sean is my personal favorite writer, no doubt about it, and that's why I came here today."

He changed the subject and said, "We have received information from insiders that criminals may take advantage of today's opportunity to carry out terrorist attacks in the mall. As police officers, we must be prepared to protect everyone's safety."

"Secondly, I am a fan of Mr. Sean and I certainly don't want him to get hurt, so I specifically asked my boss to transfer me to the book signing event to personally carry out this mission."

Hearing that there might be a terrorist attack, the whole place was in an uproar.

The leading police officer smiled and said, "Don't worry, it's not as serious as you think. Otherwise, we would have started to evacuate the crowd a long time ago. Why would we let you in?"

"In a week, it will be Abstinence Day. Everyone should know that every year at this time, there will always be some pagans who come out and make wild statements, saying this and that, trying to create panic, disturb the people, and question the existence of God and our faith in God. But have they ever succeeded?"

"No."

"Not once."

“This year will be no exception.”

"Even if something does happen, we will immediately organize and protect everyone's safe evacuation."

He said in a serious tone: "We have come here in such large numbers today to make one point clear - we have zero tolerance for all illegal and criminal incidents, regardless of size or status. Whoever dares to break the law and endanger social security will be punished and cracked down on in the most severe way by us!"

These words were so powerful that there was no doubt about his determination.

Everyone present applauded and cheered, but no one heard the hidden meaning behind his words.

If no terrorist attack occurs next, it is because the other party is afraid and dares not offend the police and the government.

If a terrorist attack were to occur and there were conflicts with the security guards on site, the people killed or captured by them would be the “terrorists” mentioned in the inside information.

They are always on the side of justice.

"Well done! The people need police officers like you!"

Hearing everyone's praise, the leading police officer waved his hands and said with a smile: "It's all our duty. Maintaining public order and eliminating hidden dangers is our responsibility... Don't you agree, Mr. Sean?"

He looked at Sean.

Under the square police hat is a face that has not been seen for a long time.

Borg.

"Officer Borg is right," Sean agreed with a chuckle.

He was not surprised at all that the other party would appear here today. After all, they had "made an appointment" a long time ago.

Borg is still that enthusiastic, cheerful and good policeman who is dedicated to serving the people.

Too bad he was different.

Today, he is no longer the weak otaku who was fooled and unable to fight back in time half a month ago. The current Borg can't give him any pressure at all.

"Mr. Sean, please sign here~"

"it is good."

Books passed through Sean's pen one after another. Sometimes what came were not books, but greeting cards, or handkerchiefs, clothes, tissues... Some people even lifted up their skirts and put their legs on the table and asked him to sign their legs.

He enjoyed this session so much that he didn't even look at Borg.

Wizards and mortals are from two different worlds, with no common joys or sorrows. The liveliness on the scene is an illusion to wizards, but Sean has blended harmoniously into this illusion, as if at this moment he is just an ordinary writer.

Sean knew that from the moment he drank the Fountain of Enlightenment, his future days would never be peaceful, so he had to enjoy this book signing event. This was a moment of honor that every writer longed to have, and it was just right to put a perfect end to his simple and ordinary life in the past.

Open a new chapter.

Borg didn't understand why Sean could act so relaxed and pretend to be calm?

He was very curious and wanted to see how long this writer could pretend.

The book signing was going on smoothly.

Sean's hands were sore from signing, but he still enjoyed it.

He had a rough idea in mind. Assuming that every person who came to him for an autograph bought at least one book, he would have sold thousands of copies, and he could make a lot of money. This was just the sales at the scene. After today, he would publish the news of the signing event online and in newspapers to stir up the heat, and then sell the books to various bookstores, which would be the big money.

It’s a pity that he may not be able to get this money.

This was also the only thing that made Sean unhappy when signing.

He doesn't like working for free.

We have to find a way to get back the money that belongs to him.

Another person sat down opposite him, and Sean still kept a polite smile: "Hello, where do you want to sign?"

"Sign my ass, you old bastard!" the man cursed under his breath.

The person who came was Charles.

After waiting in line for several hours, it was finally his turn.

Sean: "..."

Why is this guy here?

He looked at Charles questioningly.

Unexpectedly, Charles not only came himself, but also brought him local specialties from his hometown.

Charles handed a small package to Sean and grinned, "A gift for you, dog author."

When I unzipped it, I saw a pack of brand new razor blades.

Sean: "?"

Some people around saw what was in the bag and laughed out loud on the spot.

"It's so funny, they really gave me a razor blade."

"Don't laugh if you don't understand, this is what we true fans are like."

A policeman nearby couldn't hold it in anymore and couldn't help smiling.

Only from Sean's perspective could one see that there was not only a razor blade in the bag, but also an alchemical potion hidden under the blade.

Charles lowered his voice and said, "This is a swift potion with adrenaline added. I will create an explosion in the field in a moment. You can escape in the chaos. Don't worry about me. I have a way to leave."

Sean looked at Charles and said nothing.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Charles glared at him again: "Did you hear that? These policemen are not good people!"

But Sean suddenly laughed: "I know you are anxious."

"But wait a moment, the book signing will be over soon, it will take at most an hour."

It would be strange if Charles wasn't anxious: "It will be too late after the book signing is over!"