A strange world

Annan misestimated the impact of "The Fall of the Mage Tower" on the people of Breeze City, or underestimated the poverty of the people's spiritual world in this world.

Under the current situation where the nobility enjoys banquets, the theater is a means of entertainment for the middle class, and the lower class can only go to taverns and make people, the impact of magical images is unprecedented.

The nobles knew that the recorded magic stone could be used in this way, the middle class discovered that magical images were far more real and exciting than stage plays, and the lower classes were even more crazy.

Annan initially set the price at 1 silver coin just to counter Augusta's conspiracy, and his main revenue came from selling the Philosopher's Stone. But the fact is that these days' income has already filled five treasure chests that can hold one thousand gold coins-every Breeze City resident has watched "The Fall of the Mage Tower" twice on average in six days.

When Annan was teasing the little spider who seemed to be fatter through the spider bottle, Evelin came over and tugged at Annan's clothes: "I can't even go out now..."

As long as Evelin goes out, people will surround Evelin and call her Ruth, just like Annan called Jack. When she wants to go out, she can only cover herself with the hood of the wizard's robe.

Next is Olmedo. Augusta carefully promoted his daughter to the position of majestic city lord, but was dragged down by Annan.

Killing his father to protect Breeze City? Most people didn't see it. Was your fiancée stolen by the King in the North? They saw it with their own eyes!

Others are faring much better.

For example, Francois, the rumors against him have decreased a lot, at least from the previous "absolute denial" to the current "half denial and half understanding"

Andrew Luna's Morrowind Tavern is full of customers, and the guests will start playing "The Fall of the Wizard's Tower" after seeing him. Fortunately, Andrew Luna really knows how to play the lute.

Annan waited at the manor for a while, Francois arrived soon, but Annan kicked him out again - riding in the carriage with the emblem of the Twelve Kings of the North.

After the crowd outside the manor followed the carriage and left, Annan got on the Lundsey family carriage and went out.

After passing the Benitez Theater, Annan saw the crowd waiting in the square.

The conversation between two boys on the roadside caught his attention. The ragged children begged their equally dirty brothers to watch "The Fall of the Wizard's Tower", but they couldn't even get a copper coin out of their bodies.

"Brother, we have no money..." As if to illustrate this sentence, the boy's stomach growled.

A passing carriage stopped in front of them. The boy quickly pulled his brother behind him.

A white hand reached out to open the car door and tossed a silver coin to the boy.

The boy picked up the silver coin, and the younger brother looked curiously at the black eyes emerging from behind the gap.

"Thank you, sir."

"Can we watch "The Fall of the Wizard's Tower"?" the younger brother asked.

"Xi Luo, we are going to use this silver coin to buy food..." Still talking, another silver coin was thrown out from the crack of the door. The boy caught it in a hurry and guessed: "You want Xi Luo to watch "Siluo" "The Fall of the Mage Tower"?"

Some passers-by passed by, but the carriage remained calm, but the boy guessed what the noble meant, patted his brother on the head and said, "Go and see, I'll wait for you outside."

"I want to be with my brother!"

Then the third silver coin was thrown out.

"Okay, let's go together...Thank you again." The boy could only thank the strange nobleman, hesitantly came to the ticket office, tiptoed and handed out two silver coins.

"You? No..."

The conductor drove the two dirty little guys out. The boy didn't want to waste two silver coins here, but he was worried that the noble was still looking at him, so he had to beg the conductor to sell him a ticket.

"Everyone is qualified to appreciate art!"

Honatan Metz, who happened to be nearby, came over, corrected the conductor's mistake, and handed the tickets to the two boys seriously: "I hope it will cultivate your soul after reading it."

The boy only thinks what else is more important than having a full meal?

Leading their younger brother into the theater, the two boys were at a loss for what to do with the grand theater filled with fragrance.

There were many spectators around, and they were crowded to their seats. After a while, the magic lamp dimmed and the magic image lit up.

The image that appeared on the curtain made the boy gradually open his mouth.

At this time, the younger brother next to him pointed at the magic image:

"This brother looks like the brother who gave us money!"

…

Annan came to the city lord's palace and followed the guard captain to the parliament hall in the face of attention and discussion.

The young and handsome Olmedo sat in the main seat, and the midday sun fell into the parliament hall, shining on her long golden hair.

Regardless of the public's impression of Olmedo, in the eyes of the nobles, her father's sword was corrupted by Chaos, pushing her popularity to a new peak. Those noble councilors who once regarded her as a junior no longer looked down upon her.

Annan stood outside the corridor and watched the guard captain inform Olmedo. She looked here and smiled relaxedly: "You go to the office first and wait for me."

Annan nodded and came to the office with the guard captain.

"What would you like to drink?"

"Black tea."

Annan visits Olmedo's offices.

The office, with a dark brown oak tone, looks like a study room of an old nobleman, without much to express himself.

"The Lord of the City is here..."

The guard captain came back quickly with black tea and said hesitantly: "The city lord is still immersed in the sadness of the master's death... You'd better not mention the master's matter."

"Do not worry."

Annan sat on the sofa holding black tea.

"You seem to be in a good mood?" Olmedo entered with a gentle smile, and the guard captain left.

"You too, seem to have recovered from the loss of Augusta Olmedo."

The door closed with a bang.

Olmedo returned to her desk, writing notes, while Annan stared at her throat and waited.

"Is there something on my neck?" Olmedo held the quill without raising his head.

"I've been learning assassination techniques from ogres recently. The neck is the weak point of all races."

This argument did not work for Olmedo: "Have you read your father's diary?"

"I do not know what you're talking about."

Annan changed the subject before Olmedo could dig deeper: "But I see a lot of homeless people in the city."

"I asked the city guards to let them in."

Olmedo stopped his quill and looked out the window at the bustling square and the well-dressed pedestrians: "My father caused many northerners to lose their lives and become homeless. Although it was difficult for him to stay awake at that time... But as his son, I He must bear the consequences of his mistakes."

Annan felt at the time that Augusta Olmedo's ambivalent instincts were correct. The corrupted Augusta wants to attack him, while the sane Augusta protects him.

Annan looked at Olmedo with relief: "My child, you are growing up to be the real king of Breeze City."

Olmedo counterattacked unceremoniously: "Teacher Yirelanze has been talking about you since he came back from the exile plane."

"I'm going to see Martin."