"Recording? Live streaming?"
In Wuming's room, he sat opposite the visiting Russell, muttering these somewhat unfamiliar words to himself.
As he thought, the long tail of his snake coiled beneath his flowing robes dragged across the ground without him realizing it.
"I thought only artists and journalists participated in live broadcasts."
He looked somewhat troubled, "Who would watch? Are there children watching?"
The Black Mamba Angel, who was always smiling gently, with a black halo above his head and dull black long hair, now seemed a bit shy… or perhaps reserved.
"If it looks too bloody and violent, could it lead the youth astray? Or could it affect our image in the hearts of people?"
He pushed up his glasses, looking quite worried, "Or should I report to the Church? Or perhaps hold back a bit during combat?
"The Paradise Bird bishop apparently came from the Lower City District, maybe I should ask for her guidance?"
"You're too nervous, Wuming."
