After the first broadcast of Voice of Stories last night, Luo Chuan had expected it to cause a huge stir, but the scene before him still slightly exceeded his expectations.
Dwarves were an exceedingly stubborn race. Winning their approval was no easy matter, and the reactions of these dwarves before him explained everything.
It was far more than approval—they had been utterly and completely won over.
To be honest, Luo Chuan was beginning to doubt himself a little. Was the Sherlock Holmes he had written really that good? Or did the elf girl's storytelling carry some special magic?
Or perhaps this thing that had never before appeared in Steel City had opened a door into the unknown for its people?
Luo Chuan felt that all sorts of reasons had converged to produce the current result.
"What do you need her for?"
Luo Chuan looked at Giant Axe before the counter, more or less guessing why this dwarven elder had come.
"It's nothing important." Giant Axe chuckled as he stroked his beard. "If the little elf girl isn't here, I can just speak to the boss directly."
"Mm." Luo Chuan nodded, signaling for Giant Axe to go ahead.
It seemed that looking for Anno was merely an excuse. He had really come for him.
"Boss, I actually think it's not so good for Voice of Stories to air only at night. There's clearly so much free time every day." Giant Axe explained his thoughts to Luo Chuan. "And I'm not the only one who thinks so. After I went back last night, some members of the Elder Council even held a meeting over this."
Luo Chuan pondered briefly. "I understand. So you mean moving Voice of Stories from the evening to another time?"
Giant Axe: "..."
Hadn't he completely failed to