The question hung in the air, and a strange silence instantly fell over the venue.
Everyone's gaze followed the voice to its source, landing on the person who had asked the question. Radiant Daily. 'Does that guy have a death wish?' they wondered. This was The Myriad Pill Tower. The person capable of establishing such a massive tower in Aethelburg couldn't be some simple character. To ask such a question so recklessly on an occasion like this… it was hard to tell if he was just stupid, or plain stupid.
Amidst the silence, the reporter under everyone's scrutiny tightened his grip on his camera and lowered his head, trying to hide the nervousness and fear in his eyes.
'I didn't want to say it either,' he thought, 'but the offer my boss made was just too tempting. As the saying goes, money talks. When faced with that kind of money, I couldn't worry about anything else.'
