Chapter 197 50. "The Fall of the Mage Tower" Invasion of Betar City
The situation of Murat is not optimistic.
It’s not that he was seriously injured or was about to die, but that he was in a state of exhaustion, decadence, as if his body had been hollowed out by a succubus.
All this is due to the pursuit and escape that lasted for several weeks, which caused trauma to the body and soul of Murat who had just stepped out of the mage tower - although Murat was still a third-level mage when he set out, he is now with Mai Like Kerr, he is only one step away from the elite.
"I was hurt like this by you...but I actually want to thank you for saving me." Murat, who had a bald forehead, said sincerely. The nobility of a mage is only for commoners and minor nobles. A King of the North, whose status is comparable to that of a grand duke, personally takes the risk to rescue him. If he were a woman, he would definitely pounce on the boy in front of him and kiss him deeply.
"Oh, the wizard and the sorcerer shake hands at this moment."
This scene makes the bard want to play and chant.
"Why are the mages in front and the warlocks behind?" Annan said dissatisfied.
Murat is not suitable to stay in Betar City anymore, Annan is going to entrust Lady Winter to escort him back to Breeze City. But he said he would stay here and see with his own eyes those who attacked him were punished.
Annan said nothing, because both the gaze and the danger were borne by Mrs. Winter, who announced she had obtained the magic ring earlier today.
"It's time for me to ask for payment." Murat said: "I want a role in your magic image, and there must be dialogue."
This is not difficult, Annan is not going to ask Murat either I especially want performance fees. But he hasn’t decided yet what to shoot for the second Magic Image.
"Let me rest quietly for a while, the warm sun in winter..."
Murat leaned back on the bed in the guest room, looked out the window at the twinkling city of Betar, and then when Annan went out , he couldn't restrain the source of the mage's power - curiosity:
"What did you ask Mrs. Winter in the dungeon?"
...
Only separated by a street, the poor outside were suffering in the long winter night, while the nobles inside were filled with extravagance.
His crisp long leather boots stepped on the floor tiles of the manor. Annan looked at the long queue and said to the guard: "Let them stop queuing today."
"But... "
"This is Mrs. Winter's order."
"Yes!"
The guard straightened his body and ran to the front of the team to drive them away.
“Why!”
Contestants who have been waiting in the biting cold wind for dozens of minutes or who are about to take their turn are unwilling to shout.
“Because he is the deputy warden of the dungeon, he has passed Lady Winter’s test!”
And Annan faced many envious and jealous eyes, stepped into the bright and warm banquet hall from the cold and dark world, and paid homage to the proud and cool Snow Flower sitting in the middle.
"Noble Lady Winter and all guests, I would like to present a treasure obtained in Breeze City..."
Under the gaze of the captain of the guard, Annan took out the magic stone.
The fat deputy city lord said at this time: "Mr. Deputy Warden... maybe you want to give us a surprise, but if the content inside makes the ladies and guests feel offended..."
"Actually, this is a documentary image."
"I thought the nobles of Breeze City were as conservative as the ice in January." The deputy city lord's ridicule caused a burst of laughter, and Annan had to explain that this was a recorded video of the truth about the fall of the Mage Tower.
Swept away the disappointed ladies, Annan activated the magic stone.
The familiar Zhixin world and the blue planet appear, and the exquisite pictures attract the guests and servants into the light and shadow of the past three hundred years ago - the nobles of Breeze City cannot resist "The Fall of the Mage Tower", Beta Neither can the nobles of Er City. This is an immersive story that no stage play or bard can bring to them.
The ladies were fascinated by Jack's handsomeness, smiled because of the youthfulness of Ruth and Jack, and sighed because of the shackles of secular aristocrats...
However, when her fiancés Carl and Jack said: "As long as you nod, they will belong to you." Annan suddenly raised his eyes and looked at Mrs. Winter who had said this on the terrace.
She knew then... knew her identity, and also knew "The Fall of the Mage Tower". It's just that I didn't think it was a line.
The warmth laid out in the first half disappeared as the rat tide emerged. The guests all fell into the panic of the fall of the mage tower. Some ladies even called for help. The guards rushed into the hall and found that it was a false alarm.
In the end, Jack died behind the door. The rescued Ruth still abided by her agreement with Jack, got married, had children, took risks, and became an unfettered woman.
Amidst the sad chants, the auditorium was filled with sobs and sobs.
Annan took out a handkerchief and handed it to the crying captain of the guard.
"I like this story... Do you really want to dedicate it to me?" Mrs. Winter said.
"Yes, and it is not my thing."
Mrs. Winter accepted it readily and said to the Deputy City Lord: "I want more people to see "The Fall of the Mage Tower" ". "
The deputy city lord patted his belly and promised that "The Fall of the Mage Tower" will be screened in the city tomorrow.
The ladies and guests who were immersed in the afterglow of the story left one after another, but Annan still stayed here. After this battle, "Olme was just right" was completely labeled as the Lady of Winter.
Annan walked out with Mrs. Winter and promised to give her 10% of the profits from "The Fall of the Mage Tower".
"I don't need it."
"That's not a small amount of money. The tax revenue from "The Fall of the Mage Tower" accounts for more than 10% of Breeze City."
Arrived outside the manor In front of the carriage, the maid put down the wooden ladder, and Mrs. Winter stopped: "The value of the secret will only be higher, but you still handed it over to me without hesitation."
"Because of your beauty." Annan stretched out his hand to Mrs. Winter.
Mrs. Winter put her palm on Annan's shoulder - and then he was pressed so hard that he couldn't straighten his back.
The carriage door closed, and finally Mrs. Winter seemed to chuckle.
Annan could only hold his waist and recite in silence thirty years to the east of the Pulani River and thirty years to the west of the Pulani River.
The deputy city lord does what he says, or in other words, his duty is to meet Mrs. Winter’s requirements. The next morning, news of the screening of "The Fall of the Mage Tower" spread in Betar City.
Annan, who is the deputy warden of the dungeon but works casually, invited Astolfo and the others, as well as the children from the orphanage, to watch "The Fall of the Wizard's Tower". Anyway, the money will be transferred a few times, and finally Even the oil stains will fall back into the pocket intact.
Annan sat next to Ms. Mia. She and Lady Winter are similar in stature, but how could a royal bloodline with a status like a prince be a nun from a fallen god, and hide her identity to take care of the orphanage every winter?
Unless there is a reason why she has to do this, such as Joan is really a princess - how is this possible.
"Mrs. Winter..."
Annan suddenly asked Ms. Mia, who was watching "The Fall of the Mage Tower" seriously.
"I've seen her...what's wrong?" Ms. Mia said.
There are not so many coincidences in this world.
But there are inevitable factors that accumulate - there was a sudden commotion in the theater, and after asking, I learned that it was said to be an alien riot in the "Slave Street".
(End of this chapter)