As the camera turned, the Wooden Horse also appeared before the people of Europe. If they had found it absurd at first, now they were curious, as though they were watching a fairy tale.
"How did they do that?"
"My God, I can't believe it. Is that really made of wood?"
Many people guessed before their television screens. At this moment, the rescue had seemingly faded from their minds, and all they could think about was how that strange thing had been made—and who the madman Xu Lang had mentioned really was.
Although Benedict was the core figure, Qin Fen was the real focus in the minds of the gossip crowd. As for Xu Lang, that heroic figure—oh, forget it. The public simply ignored him. He himself stood there blankly. After finally getting some screen time and trying to put down Qin Fen in passing, it seemed he had accomplished neither.
As for Jed, the protagonist from earlier, he had long since been forgotten by the female reporter. Even the cameraman was unwilling to give him a single shot, stingy as could be.
"Hey, and they call that high-tech. It can't even beat someone else's toy!" someone nearby muttered.
"You can't put it that way. At least he found people!"
"But those people came out on their own!" Every word from the people around him made Jed's heart twitch, as though his self-esteem had suffered a tremendous blow.
Time passed quickly. Qin Fen finished the last Wooden Horse, then took them out to gather firewood. Only when he returned fully loaded did the camp begin to look at the seemingly unbusinesslike Big Chef differently. At the very least, he had not truly been slacking off; he had been doing something useful.
"You're back?" Female Hooligan approached with her younger sister,