I'd lose.Lancelot was flipping through the admission brochure of Ecthelion Academy, muttering to himself.This academy has the Chainlink Academy and the Magic Engineering Academy, which focus on theore...Chapter 376: Huberlian Found That Everything Was Still the Same

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As twilight descended, lights flickered, and a palpable buzz filled the heart of Helrom. The iconic landmark of Protoss Empire, the Helrom Broadcasting Company's studio, had just concluded a grand talk show on its crystalline screen, transitioning to other live reports.

At this moment, the building seemed even more magnificent. The beams of light from the running marquee at its top darted through the night sky of Helrm, drawing even more attention to itself.

A large crowd has gathered beneath the Hellowm Broadcasting Company building, seemingly summoned by some shared emotion. They have poured in from all directions, clogging the traffic surrounding the building, each face etched with excitement and awe. Their eyes flit between one another and the glass doors of the building's entrance, as if afraid to miss the long-awaited figure they anticipate.

The Herlohm Guard has dispatched additional patrols to maintain order, it's clear that the response to today's interview and the residents' enthusiasm for Rocky MacCassy far exceeded their expectations.

Below the building, a crowd of media reporters buzzed at the edges. They held cameras and microphones, trying to find better positions within the throng.

Hello, reporters from the Helmerom Broadcasting Company went even further. Immediately after the interview program, they sought out enthusiastic members of the public in the vicinity, asking them to share their opinions on that political figure—that up-and-coming politician whose words and deeds always seem to evoke strong reactions from the public.

As I was selected as the interview subject, I could even look up and see the live broadcast of the interview being displayed in real-time on the crystal screen atop the Helroom Broadcasting Company building.

Such festive entertainment further heated the atmosphere until the moment that man stepped out of the building, leaving everyone wondering what kind of spectacle awaited them.

At the edge of the wide street below the apartment building, Michelle tiptoed, looking at the dense crowd, feeling that she couldn't find a way forward.

"Sister, he won't be able to see us later."

Misula spoke with concern.

She knew her sister wanted to see him today, even right away.

Otherwise, there might not be another chance to meet this important person.

Love sometimes, like military intelligence, is urgent. One minute late could mean losing everything. If possible, don't make another mistake!

Misura could hear murmurs of conversation rippling through the crowd. Everyone was speculating on the exact moment this political heavyweight would appear. Some had their auto-recording crystals pointed at the building's exit, afraid to miss the chance to witness what could be a historic event with their own eyes.

It wasn't just the two of them who wanted to see Rocky Macasi, everyone else craved even a brief interaction with him.

But Mishula knew well that her sister had reasons unlike any other.

This made Misura more and more anxious.

The guards maintained order among the crowd. Their Protoss uniforms shone in the light, looking particularly solemn. Their expressions were serious, but their eyes betrayed a hint of curiosity about the figure about to appear.

As time slowly passed, the crowd's anticipation grew. Everyone waited for the prominent political figure who would lead the trend of the times to step out of the building and into their sight.

On the outer fringes of the crowd, there were more reporters equipped with heavy gear. Compared to trying their luck to interview Rocky MacCarthy, even snapping a couple of photos for tomorrow's paper would be a good haul.

A Rocky McCaskey interview will definitely be tomorrow's hottest topic.

Meanwhile, reporters from Hellos Radio continued to move through the crowd, selecting noticeable citizens and asking for their feedback and opinions, seeking out voices that could represent public sentiment.

At that moment, the sharp-eyed reporters at Helrohm Broadcasting locked onto their target — two young girls whose eyes betrayed a level of urgency unlike any ordinary fan.

The reporter hurried forward with the cameraman, politely saying "Excuse me" and squeezing through the crowd, until they reached the two girls.

"Good evening, ladies. What are your thoughts on tonight's highly anticipated political figure"

The reporter swiftly and skillfully opened the conversation, completing his questions before Huberly and Misula could react.

These two young ladies were particularly eye-catching just from their appearance and demeanor. Moreover, they were wearing the old-style aristocratic uniform of Protoss Royal Magic Academy, which was exactly the same as the school attended by Mr. Macaxsi's students.

I don't have any opinions.

Mishu replied briefly.

Many people noticed the live interview footage playing on the crystal screen of the Helrom Broadcasting Company building. The girl being interviewed had an overly stiff facial expression, as if she were speaking insincerely.

Such a cold and distant interviewee is a nightmare for reporters.

But the reporter for Helstrom Broadcasting apparently knew his stuff and handled the situation well.

At this point, any comment would have seemed awkward, so he simply nodded and passed the microphone to Huberly, whose expression was more gentle.

So, regarding Headmaster Locke Macassi's candidacy, how do you students of Protoss Royal Magical Academy view it

The reporter chuckled calmly and asked.

"I think he'd be better off not running for president."

Hueberlian hesitated before answering.

Obviously, her mind was in a turmoil now. To be suddenly chosen for an interview about Lance added to her confusion.

However.

Huperly's rather light response sounded unusually clear in the restless night.

For a moment, the atmosphere around them shifted.

This answer seems to have touched a nerve with the surrounding fans.

The original atmosphere of simple worship and anticipation was replaced by a hint of dissatisfaction and hostility. Fans who were originally enthusiastic about McCassy also turned their attention to this side, until the interview scene was transmitted to the skyscraper's crystal screen, attracting the attention of the crowd waiting for McCassy's appearance in the distance.

Some people in the crowd began to boo, and some even started arguing.

"Everyone has their own perspective, and that's why we conduct interviews."

A reporter for Helloom Broadcasting Company, noticing the tense atmosphere, hurriedly tried to ease it.

Despite this, reporters and the interview team from Helstrom Broadcasting had to stay vigilant in case any overzealous McCarthy fans were among the crowd.

"I…"

Huberly's already chaotic mind finally caught up with her, and she realized that in this atmosphere, she had seemed to have spoken out of turn.

But before she could organize her thoughts and words, she felt countless eyes from the throng of people around her seemingly focused on her.

Their jewelry... seems to be from the Milford family of the North, doesn't it

Only Milford's mines produce this gem, and their attire clearly identifies them as nobles from the Protoss Royal Academy of Magic.

It was no surprise that the Milfords would oppose Mr. McCasky; they were, after all, an old northern aristocratic family.

"Is Mr. Rocky McCasky's enemy"

"The two of them, still wearing the old-style aristocratic school uniforms, were indeed opponents of Mr. Loch McCaskey."

Voices rose and fell.

The lonely cold wind invaded her icy skin.

This terrifying gathering of malice made Huberlian feel as if he were transported back to the moment when his father first disappeared.

Nothing has changed.

And she was still that girl who would tremble with fear in the dead of night, tears streaming down her face.

(The End)

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