The two NPCs had asked exactly the questions they wanted to hear.
Standing at the back, [I'm Not Jiahao] kept both hands tucked into his sleeves.
He fought to keep the corners of his mouth from rising, silently sending Ma Lou a mental signal: The stage is yours.
The two third closed beta newbies behind him kept their heads firmly lowered, pinching their thighs with both hands for fear of bursting into laughter.
This script was playing out ten thousand times more smoothly than what they had planned in the main group chat!
"They made it! Of course they made it!"
Ma Lou slapped his thigh, his voice suddenly rising, filled with boundless fervor and profound, tragic resolve!
"They did far more than just make it!"
"Those knights from Winterhold were like divine warriors descending from the heavens! They gave Fog Town a second chance at life! They were peerless heroes who saved us from utter disaster!!!"
That shout left both guards' ears ringing.
It even drew over several Graycliff Town residents passing nearby.
Ma Lou went straight into full actor mode. Clasping his hands, he bowed three times toward Winterhold, then launched into his brainwashing sermon with reddened eyes:
"Friends! You have no idea how hopeless things were!"
"Those Cultists were nothing but animals! Fog Town's barrier was almost smashed to pieces! Everyone had shut their eyes and was waiting to die!"
Ma Lou sniffed, his voice beginning to tremble:
"Right at that critical moment!"
"Those six noble knights of Winterhold rode in on magnificent horses, like gods descending to earth, and cut their way straight into the Cultists' formation!"
"Oh, you should have seen that scar-faced captain!"
"He held a glittering, translucent lance of ice and charged in and out of hundreds of monsters seven times! One sweep