A Personal View of the Thousand-Person Ruler Chapter 690

Naturally, this was one tier higher than an Emanator, but it was still nothing much, completely incomparable to a true Aeon.

In the eyes of the Anqi Faction, such a plan was child's play. Yet that was only in their eyes; to anyone else, the plan remained utterly shocking.

At least Chadwick, after falling into deep thought, cast a look of appreciation at the Dream Master that seemed to say, You have quite a lot of ideas.

Nor did the Dream Master mind Amon's disdain; it was simply that at some unknown moment, the pedestrians on the street suddenly reversed their directions, surrounding this bench in unison:

"Since Your Excellency does not wish to cooperate with the Arbiter, how about leaving right now? As for the matter between the Arbiter and #85, I shall handle it properly here, and you may also put forward your own requests, how does that sound?" ×N.

"Oh, is this an attempt to evince the guests?"

Amon smiled, gazing at the expressionless crowd around her speaking with one voice, while tossing the monocle she had just finished wiping.

Clang—

The lens emitted a crisp sound, spinning and shining in the air before finally falling back into her hand.

Amon held the lens in her right hand and slowly brought it toward her right eye.

And with this action of hers, exquisite and beautiful monocles likewise appeared one after another in the hands of the surrounding crowd; following Amon's movement, with expressionless faces, they slowly moved the lenses toward their right eyes.

"Stop!" ×N.

From all directions, amidst the unison voices, the crowd maintained a deadlock: the right hand raised the monocle, while the left hand pressed down on the right wrist.

After a long while, the purple thrush slowly nodded.

"Welcome to your visit, Your