How ...... it feels to be surrounded and blocked.

The front and back doors were blocked, and teleportation could not be used to deepen the psychological cues of the reporters, so as to prevent the death of foreign guests from being associated with them.

In the case of unreasonableness, Rhodes could only stretch out the shield and carefully get out of the encirclement, and also to prevent the stampede, but fortunately, there were still more than 100 battle puppets that had not been dismissed, and it was just right to maintain order on the scene.

When Rod left, most of the reporters who didn't have a reason to stay here also left, but not all the reporters left, and some of the reporters were so thoughtful that they stayed where they were, and they were puzzled by Rhodes' behavior today.

"Well, did they stay inside all day today?"

The cameraman nodded and gestured to him the camera, which showed four red figures.

"Of course, do you still suspect there's something wrong with them?"

The mature male journalist had deep eyes.

"You know, today we were inexplicably sent away, and we wanted to chase but were inexplicably stopped by various accidents, and when we got rid of the accident, these people had already returned to the royal capital, judging by my hunch as a reporter for many years, they definitely have a problem, and they are definitely covering up something."

The videographer was unimpressed.

"What else could it be, they were all under our noses, and they didn't seem to make a big move other than a show of force, and it wouldn't be surprising if it were combined with tonight's banquet and what Sartre III was said to be about to announce."

The mature male reporter looked slightly puzzled.

"Perhaps."

The videographer sighed and shook his head.

"You are always so suspicious, so many reporters surround those four people, and there are a lot of live reports, in this case, it is impossible for them to make small moves, is it difficult for them to be separated......"

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In the car, the four of them sat quietly, and after a while, a shadow flew out of the shadow, muttered in Marianne's ear, and then disappeared.

Marianne waved her hand and was calling out a few images of the clearing, a conversation between the photographer and the reporter, and some other people, who had in common wondering what Rhodes was up to.

"Suspicious and intelligent."

"Halahara, even if they guess it, even if they are found out what we did, not to mention that there is no evidence, even if there is evidence, where are they going to sue us?"

Simone stroked Daphne's head.

"It's too absolute to say anything else, and leave some room for yourself."

Simone turned to look at Marianne.

"Marianne, the Phantom has the best ability to hide, this time I will trouble you, if you find something wrong, try to stop them, if you can't stop it, we will take action personally, and these people must not report the matter, at least not let them report it before the military exercise begins."

Most journalists are now focused on the banquet, but there are always a few disrespectful reporters who linger on other things.

The so-called minority obeys the majority, and the same is true at this time.

Journalists can be regarded as uncrowned kings, and they do not dare to persecute journalists openly, but that is only relative to the majority.

If you are a few journalists who are curious and unprofessional, it is not surprising that an accident happens one day, after all, there are always accidents happening in this world.

So many reporters are fine, why is it only you who have an accident, even most fellow reporters will not find it strange, after all, curiosity kills cats.

As for the military exercise, such a thing will naturally enter the eyes of most reporters, and at this time, even if a few people find out that something is wrong, others will not care.

After all, the Sartre Kingdom is the first military exercise in the mainland, unprecedented, and the magic guide technology is being displayed in a bright and bright way, and everyone's enthusiasm will be guided by this matter, and how many people will care about the life and death of those small foreign guests?

Rod glanced at the picture on the ground, this scene always reminded him of some movies in his previous life, there were always some super reporters in it, always doing things that were not doing their jobs, so could these people be those reporters?

However, after scanning with the wisdom core, he found that he thought too much, although most of these people have a physical fitness of more than ten points, but most of them rely on potions to improve, and they only practice some self-protection techniques.

There is no such thing as a superjournalist.

Soon, the saloon arrived at the banquet venue, which was the king's palace on the outskirts of the royal capital, and the layout was simple and comfortable, and the place was spacious enough to be usually the king's palace when he was on vacation.

Rhodes glanced at the palace and secretly guessed that Sartre III probably wanted to be as close to the people as possible without losing his solemnity.

Even if only a few people agree with Sartre III, it is a very considerable figure compared to the total number of viewers before the live TV broadcast, which is conducive to increasing the popularity of the people.

The banquet was very dull, a few elite reporters were invited into the banquet infield, Sartre III cordially talked with the envoys of the major kingdoms and three empires, and the words were recorded by these few reporters, and then broadcast through the live broadcast.

Although they are on the invitation list, they also have the task of maintaining order on the scene, but thanks to this, the banquet scene is their world before the reporters have entered.

Especially Rhodes.

Compared to banquets, Rhodes was more interested in the food on the table, the flesh of the magic beast was piled up on the table like cabbage, and there was even some meat that protected the magic beast, which could be converted into a very considerable amount of energy.

Cryptically and quickly eliminate a few tables of demonic beast meat.

When the energy grew rapidly to 100%, the meeting ended under Rhodes' regretful gaze, and a large number of reporters entered.

In full view of everyone, Rhodes could only stop his frantic eating.

Simone gave Rhodes a blank look, and quietly replaced the flesh of some magical beasts, and Marianne and Daphne smirked and wrapped them in shadows and gray circles.

Most of the reporters who flocked in didn't care about the food at the table, and everyone put down their plates after eating lightly, and then looked at Sartre III expectantly.

After that, the four of them didn't care about what they said, and they only heard a burst of loud exclamations and exclamations from reporters.

The four of Rhodes kept destroying the flesh of the magic beast in the other hall.

"Hala, the meat of the magic beast is so delicious, it's the first time I've known it, could it be the craftsmanship of the palace chef?"

Marianne tilted her head: "Plenty of energy." ”

Simone nodded slightly.

"Most of the meat of the magic beasts in those restaurants in the royal capital belongs to raising magic beasts, and the food they feed is the first to speed up their growth and produce stronger economic benefits."

"The magic beasts in the palace are different, they were originally magic beasts for the king to eat, and naturally quality comes first, so the energy contained in the flesh is even more than that of wild magic beasts."

Rod ate the last piece of meat: "Well, that's right, for you who have divine fire, the benefits of these energies are even greater. ”

He stood up and glanced at the corner of his vision.

The energy has reached 400%.

If you take into account the short period of time, it is a very terrifying value, but the number of breeding magic beasts in the palace has always been scarce, and the growth period is relatively slow.