The exhibition had been a success, but it had also stirred up a storm in Lordaeron City.
The Industrial Base in the outskirts of Lordaeron City had remained obscure ever since the city was founded. No one paid it any attention. Even those who passed it every day merely wondered why a manor had been built there as a disguise.
After the exhibition, however, the Industrial Base was no longer so obscure. As the saying went, fame could come overnight and spread throughout the world.
Now the area around the Industrial Base had become lively.
Throughout Lordaeron City, people were talking about it. It had become a favorite topic of conversation.
The Industrial Base was popular, and not just a little popular-it was an absolute sensation.
The Industrial Base had become famous, but the Wired Telegraph was even more famous. Everywhere, people were discussing the telegraph that could transmit messages instantly between two places.
This time, Rex did not walk through the streets with a grand entourage. Instead, he had disguised himself, changing his appearance to look somewhat older. He had also made all the guards accompanying him remove their armor and change into ordinary clothes, and he had cut their numbers in half.
Even among the remaining half, very few were allowed to walk beside Rex. He had stationed most of them around him.
They passed themselves off as ordinary people, wandering along the streets like any other passersby.
With these arrangements, no one would recognize Rex on the street unless they were deliberately watching him.
There were no celebrities in this era, nor newspapers, much less paparazzi constantly publishing celebrities' pictures.
Although Rex's name was known to every household in Lordaeron City, very few people had actually seen him. When people recognized him during his usual outings, it