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"You tell me."

"You came here today really just to bring a gift?"

“Of course.” Wang Yan replied without blinking.

Villette's gaze lingered for a moment on the box of biscuits, so dry they could be used as a paperweight: "Is that so..."

He knew Wang Yan had come for revenge, but Wang Yan was so polite that Vilette found it difficult to refute him.

Compared to the Seven Gods, Navellet is actually more human and more in line with the rules of human society.

He didn't ask any further questions, picked up his water glass, and took another sip: "Please thank your teacher for me."

"I'll definitely bring it." Wang Yan stood up, satisfied. "Then I won't disturb your work any longer. Eat slowly, but don't waste any food! If you like it after you finish eating, I'll ask my mentor to make some more."

Villette's hand holding the water glass tightened almost imperceptibly.

"...There's no need to do it anymore."

"okay."

Wang Yan didn't linger. He walked to the door and looked back one last time.

The Supreme Judge sat behind a desk piled high with case files, a box of dark coconut charcoal cakes in front of him, and an empty glass of water beside him. He stared blankly at the clear sky outside the window, his expression carrying a heaviness that he himself probably didn't even realize.

Wang Yan gently closed the door.

Having avenged his great grudge, he felt refreshed and invigorated.

Chapter 376 Film Screening

July 8th, light rain.

Since Wang Yan sent Navelite a box of traditionally made coconut charcoal cakes the day before yesterday, Fengdan hasn't seen the sun for two days.

However, it didn't have much of an impact, as the people of Fengdan were already used to rainy weather.

Bring an umbrella when you go out, and continue doing what you need to do.

Wang Yan and the others were no exception.

Outside the Obi-Clay Opera, a group of people held umbrellas, watching the audience gradually enter.

"Looks pretty good, so many viewers for the first show!" said the host, holding an umbrella in one hand and holding Klee's little hand, who was wearing a raincoat, with the other.

This is a film she starred in with Claire. (The last part, "观挟薎皇窃蕉崩胶谩," appears to be unrelated and likely a separate, incomplete sentence. It has been omitted from the translation.)

"Hey, Klee, you're going to be a big star!"

"Klee's going to be a big star! Klee's going to be a big star!"

Klee pushed her little rain hat up a bit, hopped around on her short legs a couple of times, splashing water everywhere with her rain boots.

Alice smiled and straightened her daughter's tilted rain hat. The group continued to stand under the umbrella, watching the sightseeing party.

As the start of the competition drew closer, Wang Yan remained completely calm.

On the contrary, Ying and Paimon seemed to be the first to get nervous.

Paimon, who is usually the most talkative, was now floating in mid-air with his lips pursed. Ying was also quieter than usual, glancing at the line of people entering from time to time, as if he were counting heads.

"What are you two doing?" Wang Yan walked over. "Are you that nervous?"

Paimon spoke up in a low voice: "What if... I mean, what if not many people come to see it today?"

"Pfft." Wang Yan almost burst out laughing, raising his hand and pointing to the other end of the square, "You guys see for yourselves."

The line stretched out from the opera house entrance for a long time, with umbrellas forming a continuous line, a huge crowd of people.

"I don't know where this kind person came from, but they went to great lengths to promote our film a few days ago, so quite a few people now know about it," Wang Yan said.

He knew that the people from the Fireplace House were helping him with publicity, and he also knew roughly what Linni meant, but Wang Yan did not accept the favor for the time being.

Anyway, if I don't make it clear, then it won't count as me owing a favor.

Ying glanced at the line, her tense shoulders finally relaxing a little, and she smiled at Wang Yan.

Wang Yan turned to Paimon and adopted a more earnest tone: "Besides, you two have already appeared in the film. Once you become big stars, you can easily get an endorsement for anything—sweet flower-stuffed chicken, honey-glazed carrot fried meat, almond tofu, Mondstadt grilled fish… eat whatever you want, and you'll never have to worry about money again."

Paimon's eyes lit up.

The tension I felt just now seemed to have been washed away by water, leaving not a trace.

"Really?! Then... then we can eat gourmet meals every day?!"

"Yes." Wang Yan replied decisively.

"Great!"

Paimon was so happy he was practically floating on air, his eyes gleaming with Mora's symbol.

She had no idea that, based on fluorescence and her reputation, she was already a top star in Teyvat, and whether she acted in movies or not, she would still be famous.

However, it's better to believe it than to have a long face.

On the other side, Diluc stood quietly outside the crowd, holding his black umbrella, ignoring everyone, perfectly befitting the cool and aloof demeanor of a night-time hero.

Wang Yan walked over, somewhat surprised: "To be honest, I didn't expect you to come in person."

Diluc remained calm: "That's the way."

"what?"

“I’m going to Nordkalley, and I’ll be changing ships in Mapleville.” He said in a flat tone, “and I just happened to have Ms. Alice give me a ride so I can come and take a look.”

“Oh…” Wang Yan nodded, with an expression of ‘I see.’

It's strange.

To get from Maple Leaf to Nordkalé, you have to take a boat north, which would be more like passing an opera house. But how could you possibly happen to pass by the premiere of Wang Yan's film? Only Paimon would believe that excuse.

However, Wang Yan did not expose him.

They came all the way from Mondstadt, and they're too embarrassed to even give a decent reason. He should just give them a way out.

"Okay, then you can read it while you're at it." Wang Yan patted his arm.

Diluc grunted in response and said nothing more.

Wang Yan straightened up, looked around, and found Nicole and Erosan huddled together, heads touching, whispering something to each other. They kept glancing in his direction as they talked, their furtive manner suggesting they weren't discussing anything good.

"Teacher, let's stop chatting." Wang Yan waved his hand. "It's time to go inside!"

“Who talked to her?” Erosham snorted, hands behind her back. “I just heard her talking nonsense.”

"Yes, yes, you're just listening to her nonsense." Wang Yan was too lazy to expose her, and turned to call out to everyone, "Let's go, everyone follow, or we won't be able to find seats later."

The group then put away their umbrellas and followed Wang Yan into the open opera house gates.

Upon entering, all the seats were indeed filled; the Fireplace House's advertising was very effective.

Wang Yan's seat was in the middle, slightly in front. The group squeezed in sideways and quickly took their seats.

Although the film hasn't started yet, there are already quite a few people discussing it.

The promotional image for the film is a screenshot from the movie, showing Ying, dressed as a man, holding a sword and looking handsome and dashing.

With Ying's fame, her cross-dressing, and the publicity from the Fireplace House, Wang Yan wasn't worried at all about not having viewers.

"Did you see that promotional picture at the entrance? Is that guy with the sword really a traveler?"

"Yes, that's her. I've seen her before! Even though she was wearing knight's armor, it was her."

"But isn't she a woman?"

"The poster shows a woman dressed as a man, and they say there's a big scene in the movie, that's why I came here."

"Really? I'd like to see if it's that good-looking."

Paimon listened intently, growing increasingly smug. He leaned close to Ying's ear and whispered, "Did you hear that? They're all talking about you!"

Yingye went from being worried to feeling a little smug; she really was amazing!

A moment later, the opening bell rang, and the audience in the theater fell silent.

The screen went black for two seconds, then lit up.

The screen shows the place where the wind rises.

When the wind blows, the grass waves crash down in layers, and the towering tree stands in the middle, with the spire of Mondstadt visible in the distance.

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[Black Screen - Bloody Silk Piercing the Cat's Shallow Thread > Real Milk Pudding - Black Screen]

(Those who haven't read it can read the free extra chapters between chapters 338 and 339)

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Two hours later.

As the last shot on the screen slowly faded out, before the lights even came on, some people in the audience started clapping.

This was like setting off a firecracker; a thunderous applause followed, along with cheers that nearly lifted the roof off the opera house.

As soon as the lights came on, no one rushed to leave; they gathered in twos and threes and started chatting.

"When the protagonist finally put on that armor, even I, a grown man, couldn't help but feel a lump in my throat."

“Who can argue with that? A letter that had been shelved for a hundred years. When she finished reading that part of the letter, I couldn’t hold back my tears either.”

"Only when the stargate opened and Rosa left with her knight did I finally feel at ease."

"Hey, what's the deal with the witch and the angel? The witch lives on Starcliff, and the angel lives in the clouds. How did they meet? Are there really angels and witches in Mondstadt?"

"Who knows? But that witch is really something else; she can unleash a portal of light with just a wave of her hand."

"Did you guys notice that little girl? She's the witch's daughter. She gave completely nonsensical directions, making the protagonist run around in circles. It cracked me up."

"So cute! I want to go to Mondstadt right after the show. Is it really as beautiful as Starcliff?"

"Yes, I've been there. When the wind blows, the whole place is covered in Cecilia flowers."

"Hey, in that movie they said there's a trial of the North Wind Wolf in Wolfrune, is that true?" A guy in the back row came over, very interested. "I'm going to Mondstadt next week, I'll check it out on the way."

"No way!" a woman with a Mondstadt accent immediately chimed in, "There really are wolves in that place!"

"Oh? Then... I think I'll just stay outside the city and take a look."

The surrounding area was a dumping ground.

Some people were also talking about the action scenes: "The wind and fire crashing around in the old prison lobby was so exciting."

"Of all the films I've seen at this year's film festival, this one is the one that really spent a lot of money on action scenes. There are elements everywhere, and it made my eyes dizzy."

"Agreed, I haven't seen enough."

"There should be more shows coming up, right?"

"I want to watch it again!"

"We can ask the organizers to add more screenings. These classic films are worth seeing in the opera house, not those rubbish films."

"Ahem, don't let this film get any bad publicity."

Wang Yan sat in the chair, listening to the praise around him, and the corners of his mouth turned up.

Although he doesn't make money from box office revenue, the feeling of having his work loved is better than simply making money.

"Wang Yan." Falushan came over at some point, leaned close to his ear, and whispered, "Well done."

“It’s better than I thought. Make me a copy later, I’ll take it back to the Faculty of Orders and let those old scholars take a look. Your promotion of the Scopian language is beneficial to the development of lighting and shadow technology, so maybe we can make another profit later.”

When Erosanne said she was making a fortune, she wasn't referring to money, but rather her influence within the Order of the Church.

However, Wang Yan did not expect this. The release and promotion of the film would indeed be beneficial to the spread of the Scopytic language, or rather, to the spread of knowledge of the Scopytic civilization.

After all, Skopje was studying optics.

It is because Falushan remembered Wang Yan's matter that she reacted so quickly.

"That would be great." Wang Yan couldn't stop smiling. "If you want to see it, Professor, I'll make you a high-definition copy later."

"Okay, good." Erosan nodded, then added, "Well done."

He truly deserves to be my favorite disciple.