Chapter 201 54. "Betal's Redemption"
Before writing the script, Annan also had to solve the problems left by the prisoners' escape.
The first thing is to investigate the cause. Astolfo woke up and said that the elves tricked her into opening the prison. The aliens who chose to stay also said that the elves opened all the cells.
The second is the various races that have escaped from prison. They do not cause much damage to the dungeon. The dungeon guards run very fast - the few silver coins in their weekly salary are not worth their lives. But after escaping from the dungeon he creates some chaos in the city. Some were captured, some were executed, and some disappeared.
Finally, there was the reaction from the upper echelons of Betar City. Except for the former deputy warden who was occupied by Annan and was jumping around, all the nobles turned a blind eye. The banquet continued as usual and the luxury continued. It didn't matter whether they were watching the joke in private. Annan's superiors and colleagues, the warden and the two deputy wardens only asked a few words to encourage Annan not to be discouraged——
The unraveling may have only left Annan feeling depressed.
"It's not unusual for those arrogant guys to do such a thing..." Late at night, when Annan returned to the mansion after finishing his work, the bard comforted him: "I don't say this to blame you. But those elves have each lived for at least hundreds of years, and their thoughts and cognitions have long been fixed. You can't change their thoughts in just a few days."
Looking on the bright side, there is. Sixty-four aliens stayed behind. They could have followed the prison escape but did not do so, and stood firmly on Annan's side. These are the best residents of Xingyue Bay in the future.
Annan suddenly stopped.
“Tell those mercenary groups that all the aliens have escaped from prison, and there is no one left. We suspect that they plotted everything before they came in, and the dungeon will reserve the right to pursue responsibility and demand compensation.”
"...Okay."
The bard couldn't help but sigh, how did Annan, who was innocent and kind a few months ago, become like this...
"Also, the gray wolf, Astolfo, the boy and Joan called. "
Annan came to the study. When the servant raised the fireplace, he stood in front of the window and looked at the rolling eaves covered with snow. Astolfo. After Fu and the others appeared on the street, they returned to the desk and sat down.
“What’s going on with your voice?”
Gray Wolf walked into the study and Annan asked directly.
"Voice-changing period!" Astolfo suddenly jumped out, "The gray wolf looks to be in his thirties, but he is actually the same age as me!"
Annan re-observed the gray wolf, rough Dull skin, scars on cheeks...
"Is this sixteen years old?"
"It's not surprising." The bard agreed, "Some curses and bloodlines can Affects sound.”
"Yes, my voice has been cursed by a witch..." Gray Wolf once again made an abrupt girlish voice.
"Lona?" Annan suddenly asked.
The gray wolf, the bard, and Astolfo fell silent at the same time.
Annan remembered something and asked the maid outside the door to bring sesame oil, crumbled the paper, sprinkled it with sesame oil, dipped some in it and stretched it towards the gray wolf.
“No hiding.”
Annan's fingers were spread on the cheeks of "Big Gray Wolf", and the rough paint mixed with sesame oil flakes gradually revealed the girl's original delicate skin.
Venting left a pinch mark on her cheek, Annan looked at Astolfo with evil intentions.
"Okay...it's me." Francois returned to his original voice.
Then looking at the aphasic boy, Annan asked tentatively: "Martin."
"Cousin!"
Annan recalled this adventurous journey that he thought was free, and took out a handkerchief to wipe the sesame oil on his hands: "You are Francois, you are Lorna, you are Martin..."
He finally looked at Joan install.
"Then who are you?" "I, I am Joanne Ecosela...Icosela...Icosela Siren Behdad Clemente !" Joan said stumbling.
Annan looked at Astolfo in confusion...or rather, Francois.
"Joan is from Olmedo," he said.
"Who is Olmedo?" Joan stared at everyone warily and pressed against the study door.
Francois, Lorna, and the bard were stunned, and it took them a long time to accept that an outsider had actually sneaked in.
Annan had no choice but to tell Qiong An that he was the King of the North.
"You are the King of the North and I am the princess of the Tatooine Empire!" However, Joan didn't believe it and said vaguely with a strong northern accent.
"Annan is really the King in the North... Jack from "The Fall of the Wizard's Tower" is him," the bard said.
Qiong An looked at Annan blankly, then opened the door and ran out.
“What’s wrong with her?” Annan was puzzled
“It’s the difference between girls, probably. Huh uh... Lorna, go and see her.” Francois and Lorna said .
Facing Annan's gaze, the bard explained that he was not arranged to be here - it was a complete accident that he was in the dungeon.
Anyway... with the revelation of the adventure of being protected throughout, Annan no longer has to tie his hands and feet, and it just so happens that the second magic image needs an assistant.
At this time Lorna returned to the study, washed off her disguise, and restored her original exquisite appearance: "Joan ran to the orphanage, and I found this in her room."
That was a The simple box made the sound of coins clattering when it was shaken. Opening the wooden box, there were more than twenty silver coins and a letter at the bottom of the box. It was written in crooked handwriting similar to Annan's: Joan made Annan a Knight of the Holy Grail in the name of the princess. The money in the wooden box is a reward for Annan.
Everyone looked at each other and unanimously decided to put the letter back and not tell this girl who looked strong but was actually sensitive.
The next day, Joan returned to normal and returned to the dungeon. She was no different from before except that she avoided Annan.
At noon, Annan came to Mrs. Winter's manor. She was about to go to today's banquet - the cold winter in the north. Banquets were one of the few limited ways for nobles to spend their time.
A maid is holding a dressing mirror, and a maid is arranging her dress like combing feathers.
The leisurely Mrs. Winter puzzled Annan: "Aren't you going to look for the secret?"
"The time has not come yet. The magic ring is a key, and it can only be opened at a specific time. Lock it. It’s time for me to leave Bethal City.”
“Is it dangerous?”
Mrs. Winter in the mirror raised her eyebrows: "Are you concerned about me?"
"I care about the secret."
"The danger is not the secret, but those who rob it. ...The royal family, alien races, and the crazy church.”
“The church is also involved?”
“The secret is related to the gods, and the lambs who have lost their Lord will naturally pursue the glory of the Lord. ..." The maid stepped back and Mrs. Winter stood up, "Do you want to go to the banquet with me?"
Annan shook his head: "I still have things to do."
Farewell to Mrs. Winter, Annan returned to the study of the official residence, pulled out his notes and wrote:
[980 Saint Laurent Calendar] In the summer, businessman Andy came home and saw his wife and adulterer entangled in his house. Unbearable Andy returned to the carriage, picked up the dagger and poured red wine... The next day, when Andy recovered from a hangover After regaining consciousness, he found his wife and adulterer lying in a pool of blood... A few days later, Andy was sentenced to life imprisonment for murder and sent to Betar dungeon...]
(End of this chapter)