Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 395 - 375: Hyperion discovers that actually nothing changed_1

An hour later.

Under the cloak of nightfall, the flickering of lights filled the heart of Herram with a certain restlessness. The landmark building of the Protoss Empire — the Herram Broadcasting Company’s broadcasting building, just finished airing a grand interview. It then switched to other live broadcasts.

At this hour, the building looked more magnificent than ever, with the lights on top flying across the night sky of Herram, attracting even more attention.

A large crowd had already gathered underneath the Herram Broadcasting Building. Summoned by some sort of enthusiasm, they came from all directions, causing a traffic jam around the building. Each person wore a look of excitement and admiration, their gazes darting around the glass doors of the building, afraid of missing a long-anticipated figure.

The Herram Police Department had dispatched extra squads to maintain peace and order. The response to this interview and the enthusiasm for Mr. Rocky McCarthy evidently far exceeded their imagination.

Beneath the building, numerous media reporters were busy at work. They held cameras and microphones, trying to find the best position in the crowd.

The reporters from Herram Broadcasting Company weren’t wasting any efforts. After the interview, they immediately started picking passionate citizens from the crowd, asking them to share their views on this famous political figure, a promising young politician whose every action seemed to incite a strong public reaction.

Those who were selected for on-the-spot interviews could even look up and see their interview process being broadcasted live on the crystal screens on the Herram Broadcasting building.

This complimentary program was further stirring up the atmosphere until the moment that man stepped out of the building, which people couldn’t imagine what kind of grand scene it would be.

At the edge of the spacious street underneath the building, Michela, stood on her tiptoes, looking at the sea of people, feeling as if she could find no path forward.

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

Michela said worriedly.

She knew her sister wanted to see him today; sooner rather than later. Otherwise, who knows when they would get another chance to meet this significant person.

Love could sometimes be as urgent as military affairs. Being a minute late could result in total failure. If possible, they couldn’t afford to waste a single second!

Michela could hear the chatter in the crowd. Everyone was guessing when the famous political figure would appear. Some people already had their Crystal Stone cameras pointed at the exit of the building, afraid of missing the opportunity to witness this potentially historical moment.

It wasn’t just they who wanted to see Rocky McCarthy, others also desired even the briefest interaction with him.

But, Michela knew her sister had a reason distinct from anyone else’s.

And this made Michela more anxious.

The guards were maintaining order within the crowd. Their Protoss police uniforms appeared even more solemn under the lights. They wore serious expressions, but their eyes couldn’t hide their curiosity about the man about to emerge.

As time slowly passed, the crowd’s anticipation continued to escalate. They were all waiting for the famous political figure who could lead the winds of change to step out of the building and into their line of sight.

In an instant, the surrounding atmosphere seemed to shift.

This response seemed to touch the sensitive nerve of the surrounding fans.

The original atmosphere of simple admiration and anticipation was replaced by a bit of dissatisfaction and hostility. On the side, the originally enthusiastic McCarthy fans also turned their attention here until the interview was transmitted to the crystal screen of the building, making the crowd waiting for McCarthy’s appearance in the distance notice the girl in the interview.

Some people started booing, and some even started discussion.

"Everyone has their own opinions, and this is the purpose of our interview."

Sensing the tense atmosphere, the reporter from Herram Broadcasting Company quickly tried to defuse the situation.

Nevertheless, the reporters and interview teams of Herram Broadcasting Company had to be on high alert for overly excited McCarthy fans in the crowd.

"I..."

Hyperion, whose mind was originally in chaos, finally came to her senses. She realized that she might have said something wrong under this atmosphere.

However, before she could further organize her words, she felt the countless eyes from the dense crowd seemed to be fixed on her.

"Their jewelry... Seems to be from the Milford family in the north, doesn’t it?"

Only in Milford Province is such jewelry is produced en masse, and their clothing clearly indicates that they are noble students from the Protoss Royal Magic Academy.

"There’s nothing to be surprised about the fact that the Milford family opposes Mr. McCarthy. They are the old nobility from the north."

"Are they enemies of Mr. Rocky McCarthy?"

"The two of them, dressed in the old style of noble school uniforms, are indeed opposing Mr. Rocky McCarthy."

Voices were in a flurry.

The lonely cold wind invaded her cold skin.

This terrifying collective malice made Hyperion feel like she was back in Ichrite when her father had just disappeared.

Nothing has changed.

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