The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

"Saint Sis above! You, born noble, basked in the Holy Light, why do you write such things? You know well that the initial right is a slander of sacred endeavors by shameless individuals!"

They were weak and few, yet their voices were not small.

Faced with this clamor, Luo Yan stopped in his tracks.

He did not avoid it, nor did he show any signs of impatience. His handsome face held just the right smile as he spoke.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I appreciate your concern, your appreciation of my play, or perhaps your disdain for the bell sound that echoes in the theater... Especially for the sake of such passionate friends, I have decided to seriously consider their suggestions and write another one."

A kindhearted laughter rippled through the crowd, but the priests with crosses hanging on their chests blushed with embarrassment.

Of course, Luo Yan wasn't targeting the servants of Saint Sis either.

That was the business of the Demon God's servants, what did it have to do with the representatives of the Demon God?

The Demon King, of course, was doing what a Demon King should do.

"... The story of the Bell Sound stems merely from some immature thoughts of mine, it does not imply that our lives are as terrible as Miss Eloise's."

His voice was gentle, yet it clearly penetrated the noisy crowd, as well as those slightly deranged zealots.

"The intention of the story is simple, the holy light is indeed dignified, but the voices of Miss Eloise and Mr. Matthew should also be heard... That's all."

He doffed his hat and bowed slightly.

As they watched the prince paying respects to the crowd, a burst of whistles and cheers erupted. The devout priests were stunned in place, looking at the stirring crowd with doubt over life's purpose.

The voices of Miss Eloise and Matthew should be heard...

Just this line alone wasn't enough to resonate with them, yet seeing the commoners moved upon hearing it, they momentarily lost their wits.

Saint Sis above...

In the past, only miracles could stir the masses to such fervor, and now a few trite remarks could get them so excited.

Perhaps, what transpired in Thunder City today was no one's fault, it was indeed Saint Sis's punishment unto them.

As servants of the Divine, they had long ceased to earnestly listen to their followers' prayers, only focusing on the silver pounds falling into the collection boxes.

The stupidest thing in this world is a group of blind people fantasizing about a seeing god; ignorant and arrogant people fantasizing about a wise and humble god.

Never having looked in the mirror, they themselves were the true desecrators.

However, it must be said, though the priests of Thunder City had their heads buried in money, those with faith do have a little more self-respect than those without.

For instance, when citizens made bawdy jokes about them, they wouldn't stoop to crawling on the ground, magnifying the slums' piles to tell as jokes.

Instead, they started to look into mirrors.

Watching those priests begin to doubt their existence, and those citizens who forgot about the scandals, Luo Yan's face bore a mysterious smile as he placed his hat back on his head.

"As for the rest... Tonight's glory belongs to the actors on stage, I'm merely a spectator and won't steal the spotlight."

Having said that, he took Vivian and Nanfu by the hand, and under the escort of theater security and guards, boarded the black carriage adorned with the Purple Moon Badge parked at the entrance.

The tightly shut carriage door cut off all the clamor.

The coachman snapped the whip, and the two pure-black stallions gracefully stepped forth, carrying this prince, who had stirred the city into a storm, into the depths of the night.

Tonight, many are destined to have a sleepless night.

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