"When the time came, your directing career would be over!"
"No, no, no. I still refuse."
Mr. Rick shook his head gently. "Professor Banana, do you know why I fell into your hands?"
"Of course I do." Old Monkey's expression darkened. "You had some skill, managing to track down the doctor's whereabouts."
"But secretly following us here and thinking you wouldn't be discovered was a little too arrogant, wasn't it?"
"Even by the standards of an experimental animal, you were woefully unqualified!"
"Is that so?" Mr. Rick slowly turned around and looked at the army of theater banana instructors outside the window. "Sigh."
"Sadly, I took this risk solely to shoot an incredible film."
"From the very beginning, I had already prepared to sacrifice myself for art, so your threats are meaningless."
"Besides..."
Mr. Rick turned around and looked excitedly at Old Monkey. "I have already sworn loyalty to the Emperor!"
"What?!"
"The omnipotent King of Penacony had long since lifted the curse with his compassion!"
"For a film crew, starting production meant taking risks. A true director would never stop the camera, even if the names in the credits had to be marked with death symbols."
"Professor Banana, I actually came here to laugh at you!"
"Hahahahaha...!" A ringing burst of laughter echoed through the broadcast room.
Morning Dew Mansion (crossed out).
Imperial Palace.
The Morning Dew Roundtable conference room, originally used for meetings, was now filled with drudges brought in from the Five Great Family Lines.
Some were making calls, some were typing away at keyboards, all racking their brains over the task the Emperor had assigned them.
"Y-Your Majesty." The long-legged woman stood up and reported nervously:
"Mr. Rick used the Imperial Decree to send all the survivors from Origami University to the mansion."
"Mm."
Yan