Chapter 203 56. Who is Yi Ruilanze
“You...your black tea...”
Joan An, holding the steaming black tea, went into the study, restrained and careful. .
"Don't use this tone. The princess of the Tatooine Empire has a similar status to the King of the North..."
Annan turned slightly sideways, his black eyes swept across the window, planning to break it. Chance of jumping out.
Joan put down the black tea, still looking timid, and Annan had no choice but to continue: "It is said that seven hundred years ago, the princess of the Kingdom of Ruikaner appointed a King of the North as an honorary guardian knight. This was also a treat for the King of the North. An honor."
"Really?" Joan's eyes seemed to light up.
"People in the Reeves family never lie."
Joan returned to her usual sensitive and proud appearance and left. The door closed, Annan regained his relaxation, and his eyes fell on the steaming black tea... Is this cup of black tea really drinkable?
There are traces of Joan's life, from growing up in an orphanage, to becoming a businessman, to every money sent to the orphanage. There is no reason for her to be Yi Rulanze's mentor...unless Yi Rulanze Instructor Rui Lanze killed the real Joan and used the transformation technique to disguise herself as Joan and lurk around him, waiting for the opportunity!
The swaying fire in the fireplace reflected Annan's gloomy face, and he didn't notice a figure entering the study.
Olmedo is not the second sister Leila, so she has no reason to play tricks on herself... So who is the elf mentor?
Francois is actually an elf mentor pretending to be? The gray wolf appears to be Lorna, but is he actually an elf mentor? Is it really just a coincidence that the bard appeared in Bethal City and happened to be in the dungeon...?
Knock knock knock——
The sound of knocking on the table woke Annan up, and a figure stood in front of the table.
"Ah!"
Annan shouted, startling the bard: "What's wrong with you!?"
"I...I fell asleep." Annan regained his mood, late at night It is indeed easy for people to think blindly.
“You sleep with your eyes open?”
“This is Bethal City, I need to be alert at all times...” Annan pushed the black tea in front of the bard to avoid embarrassing him Topic: "Do you have a problem with me?"
"Why do you keep running to the dungeon these days? When will you film "Betal's Redemption"?" the bard urged impatiently. He couldn't wait to become an elite bard and show off to Fast.
“I am observing the prisoners on the first two floors... There are many people in this dungeon who took the initiative to spend the winter in order to survive, and there are also people who have been framed and falsely accused... There are even people who blocked the nobles’ "What about "Betal's Redemption"?"
"The actors still need to be familiar with the script. I will go to the warden to renovate the dungeon first."< br>
But at least this time it will not be as unfamiliar as "The Fall of the Mage Tower". Annan is also planning to train Francois, and then let him remake many famous epics in this world to earn more money for Xingyue Bay. money.
"Why don't you go back to Breeze City to take pictures?" The bard sat by the fireplace.
“Why does Breeze City long for a port?”
These two questions point to a common answer: Breeze City at the foot of the Snow Mountain is the northernmost point of the kingdom, and trade with it must pass through Betar City and Plenty. City, and things can only be sent to Breeze City, and very few things are sent out - this is evidenced by the fact that "The Fall of the Mage Tower" had not been widely circulated in Betar City when Annan came.
And the sheep in Breeze City currently has no wool for Annan to collect, while Bethal City still has...
"Do you feel anything?" Annan suddenly asked. "Feeling? I feel great. It would be even better if you could start shooting tomorrow."
"I mean fever, lethargy, sleepiness, rising desire... desire."
"You are right, I should go to bed." I thought Annan was driving people away. The bard stood up.
Confirming that the bard really had no symptoms, Annan stopped him: "I want to write a cast list, and I don't know your name yet."
"Can't the bard do it?"
"How can you sing without a name?"
"Then let's say 'The Bard Who Comes with the Wind'."
......
The quiet night is nothing. occur. On a cloudy morning, Annan and Francois set out for the warden's mansion. But when he stepped out of the carriage in front of the gate, the meowing of a cat on the street attracted his attention.
A three- to four-month-old snow-white kitten was lying in the snow on the roadside, almost blending in with the snow.
Annan picked up this kitten, which was not afraid of people, and smelled the fragrant scent from the snow-white soft hair. Was it a lost cat of a certain noble?
It is going to snow. A kitten cannot survive in such cold weather. It will either freeze to death or be eaten by hungry people.
Annan picked it up and asked the housekeeper who was standing at the gate to greet it if it was the warden’s queen cat. He first put the kitten into the carriage, but as soon as he let go, the kitten jumped out. With his trouser legs crawling up to his chest, Annan had no choice but to carry it into the official residence.
The warden sat in the living room wearing loose clothes, showering free compliments and praises, but had disagreements when Annan proposed to renovate the dungeon. The warden tactfully told Annan that the renovation of the dungeon required funding from the city lord's palace, so it had to be decided through consultation between the dungeon, the city lord's palace, and the councillors.
“How long will it take?”
"We can put it on the agenda in the spring..."
Francois came up and said that he knew what would happen next: they would first rank your suggestion behind a bunch of inexplicable proposals, such as the City Lord We need to add a door to the house, and the chairs in the council chamber are too hard and need to be covered with velvet. They have a chance to be sent to the council only after a thick layer of dust has fallen on them. Councilors will review and approve proposals at their leisure. At some point, your proposal is finally passed and sent to the finance department of the city lord's palace along with a mountain of other proposals. I don’t know how long it has passed, but the finance department fished your proposal out of the dust and told you that this plan was signed by the previous member of Parliament, has expired, and needs to be resubmitted to the parliament for approval...
The warden also He said as if Annan was one of his own: "They are just prisoners. You don't need to be so nice to them. They will never disappear. Once a group dies, there will be another group, just like wheat in the farmland!"
Annan felt his throat was a little itchy and looked around, but in the warden's mansion, there was no other place to spit except his face.
"Mr. Warden, do you think Mrs. Winter will wait patiently for so long?" Annan had no choice but to carry out Mrs. Winter: "I am just a deputy warden, and Mrs. Winter will also take her with her when she leaves. There is no benefit to me in running a dungeon..."
"...May I ask why Mrs. Winter did this?" The warden turned cautious.
"Madam likes stories. After I told her about the prisoners' situation, what did she want to do..."
Annan wanted to deal with politicians, so he had to learn how politicians think. He closed the kitten's ears with his hands so that it would not be contaminated by the adult world: "Mr. Warden, do you really want to give up the opportunity of Mrs. Winter's gaze? Just to prevent you from having to pay for it yourself. "Dungeon expansion?"
(End of this chapter)