As word spread that "300 Warriors of Free City" would premiere tomorrow, the spies in the city finally learned what Annan and his crew had been busy with these past few days.
Everyone had their own thoughts. Nobles and merchants envied Annan for the fortune he was about to rake in, and waved money at anyone who could also make a Magic Film in five days. Women wanted to know whether Annan starred in the sixth Magic Film and which dream lover he would play this time. Professionals, meanwhile, felt that the Champion Sorcerer had finally done what a sorcerer ought to do.
Annan's name alone was enough to draw people into theaters, with no publicity needed. What worried them instead was that the Victory Parade was the day after tomorrow. In a single day, only a few thousand viewers at most would see "300 Warriors of Free City." That would hardly be enough to make things unpleasant for the Rikaner Kingdom.
"Aren't there plenty of other theaters on Montreal Mountain? Talk to them and rent their venues. As for the fee... give them ten percent, after tax," Annan said.
Francois took a team to negotiate. The moment he made his offer, the theater owner, who had been all smiles a second ago, flew into a rage. "Five percent? Are you trying to insult us!?"
"We've made a sincere offer..."
"Everyone knows you finished that Magic Film in just five days. Who knows how shoddy it is? Our theater has a long history and is beloved by the Royal Family. You're tarnishing our reputation! Now take your people and get out—"
"Boss!"
An assistant suddenly hurried over and whispered a number in the owner's ear.
"...Really?"
Then he stared in astonishment at Francois and his polite smile.
He hadn't expected