Nora Scott looked up, listening to the host’s narration.
"At every hour on the hour, we will have a quiz challenge here, where we select tourists by tossing a silk ball. There are five questions, all related to comics and animation. Answer them all correctly to receive our special prize. But if you answer fewer than three questions correctly, you’ll have to drink bitter lon juice as a penalty."
After hearing the introduction, Nora looked at the sugar-coated hawthorn in her right hand and the silk ball in her left, hesitated for a while, and slowly said, "Alright."
The taste in her mouth was both sour and astringent. Under many gazes, Nora leisurely walked onto the stage.
At the sa ti—
"Mr. Langley, this area is the gaming section. We’ve set up around twenty gas, thed around popular and classic animations, combined with advanced science and technology..."
One of the comic convention’s executives was quite uneasy due to the sudden appearance of Mr. Langley. While greeting him with a smile and enthusiastically introducing everything, cold sweat was dripping down his back, soaking his shirt.
Ca without any notice, saying it’s just a visit — who knows if it’s an impromptu inspection?
The diterranean manager beside him shared his sentints, feeling on edge, fearing Pedro Langley would co up with another "whimsical idea."
Pedro Langley suddenly stopped.
His gaze swept over a particular ga booth, lingered for a mont, and then fixed on that tall and slender figure, before quickly retracting his gaze.
He glanced sideways at the two people beside him and said, "You don’t need to follow , I’ll look around by myself."
"Mr. Langley..."
The executive was uneasy and opened his mouth, but the diterranean manager tugged at his sleeve, prompting him to keep quiet.
The diterranean manager quickly said, "Then, Mr. Langley, feel free to browse around. If there’s anything you need, contact us anyti."
Pedro Langley glanced at them indifferently, said nothing, and headed towards the ga booth ahead.
The two watched his figure disappear into the crowd.
"Are we really just going to leave it like this?" The executive approached the diterranean manager, full of worry.
"We must comply with the leader’s orders."
"But..."
There were so many people at the convention, from all walks of life. What if soone accidentally collided with this lordship and he lays the bla on us?
The executive’s palms were sweaty: rumor has it, this lordship is hard to serve...
Young as he is, he’s achieved significant accomplishnts in video, entertainnt, and technology solely through his personal abilities, with countless talented people under his wing who are loyal to him, showcasing his skills and tactics.
Moreover, he has the robust family backing of the Langley Group.
With nurous titles to his na, it’s natural for him to radiate mysterious brilliance. Those subordinates who’ve never interacted with him feel three inches shorter upon eting him, not able to stand upright during conversations.
"You fool, you’re just told not to hover around him, but nobody said you can’t observe discreetly." The diterranean manager gestured to him, lowered his voice, and said, "Pass the word around, make sure the staff at the convention are alert, got it?"
"..."
The executive blinked, enlightened.
*
On stage, the host asked the first question—
"In Zero’s ’Death Legend’, how many tis did the protagonist Manuel Johnson use the pet Barlow as a shield?"
"A, 8 tis. B, 9 tis. C, 10 tis."
"You have ten seconds to answer." The host smiled at Nora Scott and gestured to the crowd below to keep quiet, winking, "Everyone, no hints please."
"..."
Nora Scott slightly regretted participating in the ga.
Being the legendary Zero herself, she found herself clueless when faced with this question.
She hadn’t kept track...
’Death Legend’ had ended two or three years ago; rembering the main plot was already impressive, how could she rember such trivial details?
Paused for a while, Nora spoke at the last second, bracing herself: "A."
The host was startled, seemingly surprised that she couldn’t even answer such a simple question.
The onlookers were also incredulous, discussing animatedly—
"It’s an easy question!"
"Ten tis! Ten levels, using Barlow as a shield each ti!"
"Oh no, oh no, can’t even answer such a basic question. Little sister, most of us here are Zero’s fans; you’d better drink that bitter lon juice to quell public anger."
...
With their fuss, Nora instead beca tranquil, smiled, and calmly looked at the host, "Next question."
The host gave her a sympathetic glance, looked down, and continued: "Second question: In the last volu of ’Death Legend’, one of the scene transitions was praised as breathtaking. Which scene was it?"
"A, The Sumr City massacre. B, Barlow’s dark turn. C, Black King’s death."
Clearing the throat, the host hinted, "This transition is famous and widespread in the circle, even if you haven’t read ’Death Legend’, you can answer it. It’s said to be the ticulous design of the creator."
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