Anderson, the chief editor's face flashed a hint of joyful smile, and his voice too burst forth in exuberance, "Does this mean that the magic paper is essentially authentic?"
The Manchester Monarch arched an eyebrow and chuckled, "Anderson, the reason you insisted on begging me to verify this is precisely because you wanted to use my connections to quickly confirm the authenticity of the paper, wasn't it?
Now that I've given you a clear answer, why are you still hesitating?"
Anderson sighed softly and murmured, "I just didn't expect that the Human side of the Red Empire has now gone mad to such an extent...
They dared to meddle with divine authority, and what's more terrifying, is that they actually succeeded."
Indeed, the moment the Manchester Monarch had set the primary tone for the paper, Anderson's breath had halted, and his heart raced.
