Chapter 450 107. The Phantom of the Theater
The task of maintaining the original appearance of the ruins and repairing them extinguished the excitement of the dwarf elves who first came to the imperial capital.
According to Annan: "This task is full of difficulties, so I gave it to my chief architect."
After seeing the light shining from the holes in the dome with his own eyes, Eli Rubble, who had the same eye for appreciating beautiful things as Annan, knew what to do.
Especially Annan gave him a budget of two thousand gold naars.
Eli Gravel excitedly suggested patching the dome with crystal - a technique he was already familiar with when building crystal lairs. Annan was about to agree when he rejected it muttering to himself: "No, no, no... light will be refracted by crystal, we want to be natural... natural... how about using glass?"
"Is it strong enough? "
"We can find an alchemist to make a big piece... No, that kind of light would be unnatural..." Eli Ruishi fell into talking to himself again.
Annan looked at the sunshine that seemed to pierce through the dark clouds in the storm, and suddenly said: "Then keep it."
"What about bad weather?"
"Gravel, this is a magical world." Annan said with a smile.
Also retained were the vines and moss—the key to keeping the Moonlight Opera House natural.
As for the gravel and collapsed seats, there is no need to maintain the status quo... They can't let the audience go back covered in ashes.
As long as they clean up the dust and strengthen the walls, they can complete the renovation with only a few dozen gold coins. Hiring workers is probably the most expensive thing - but it doesn't matter, Annan plans to hire the poor people who are wandering in the ruins of Solundor nearby.
When people are stuck in the quagmire, Annan will not be stingy with his helping hand.
Orin said nothing, and even took the initiative to send a team of knights to maintain order. Those knights with shining armor were enough to make nearby residents and workers keep their hands on themselves.
The Moonlight Opera House, which had been silent and desolate for a long time, returned to bustle. The cloaked Eli Gravel was directing the clumsy workers, and occasionally scolded the workers loudly for picking off dead vines.
Speaking of which, they didn’t find the homeless man hiding here. I don’t know if Annan scared me away yesterday, or if there is really a ghost...
They are working, and Annan is exploring this theater that already belongs to him.
There is also a basement at the back of the theater, but the falling dome collapsed the entrance, and workers were carrying rubble.
Spellcasting and magical creatures are prohibited on Mount Montreal, and Annan was reluctant to spend money to hire professionals, so he let the workers clean it up slowly.
In the evening, Annan distributed a pile of silver coins to the workers. About two hundred workers worked for a whole day for only two gold coins. They also wanted to thank Annan for his generosity...
"Gravel, prepare some meat and give it to them for lunch."
"You want me to go?" The cloak of a stool covered with gauze moved.
"Okay, I'll let... let the groom go." Della couldn't enter the city, so it was time to find an assistant.
After giving the groom a gold coin, Annan and Eli Rubble stood in the much empty theater hall. The chair hadn't been delivered yet, so Annan was ready to try out the effect under the cover of night.
After placing the magic stone on the stage, Annan returned to Eli Rubble.
A weird tune sounded, and the sound of the Sorcerer's Stone seemed to ring in the ears after surrounding the opera house. Annan thought of something and changed the magic stone to "The Fall of the Wizard's Tower". When the rat tide appeared, the sparse sounds seemed to be coming from all directions in the theater.
People in this world seem to have not experienced the baptism of terror... Annan couldn't help but think maliciously, looking around the hall illuminated by the influence of the secret method, and suddenly saw a pale outline floating in the corner.
Annan rubbed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he had disappeared.
Maybe I saw it wrong...but usually when I think like this, it means I saw it right.
Annan turned his head, and within a few seconds he turned back suddenly, and the pale outline disappeared in a flash.
The suspicious Annan slowly turned his head...and suddenly looked back again, and the unexpected outline disappeared again.
"Ruishi...do you feel anything strange?" Annan's hand dropped naturally and patted Eli Ruishi's shoulder.
“It’s like Rat Man on my face.” Eli Rubble is still immersed in the immersive sound effects. Annan took advantage of this moment to look back again, but did not see the phantom again.
“Let’s go back.”
Stepping onto the stage and putting away the Sorcerer’s Stone, Annan and Eli Rubble, who still had unfinished thoughts, left the opera house.
The cold moonlight shines into the theater, and the moss-covered ruins are silent. At a certain moment, the soft singing of "The Fall of the Wizard's Tower" echoed in the opera house...
...
"Slow down...slow down! Don't mop the floor! Even if I hit you, don't scratch my steps!"
At noon, the workers endured the screams of a short man who looked like a goblin.
For the sake of pay and lunch.
Several workers removed the heaviest rubble, and the exit to the basement emerged.
Annan called Ou Lin, not because he was afraid of the phantom last night. Dust was flying everywhere, and when it settled they entered the basement accompanied by the knight holding the magic lamp.
The space under the stage was used as a changing room, and the clothes were covered with dust.
They found several skeletons leaning on each other in the corner of the dusty dressing room. The rock wall was covered with faded and dried brown scratches...
"They should be the maids at the time of the accident. "Olin said, staring at the bones.
“How do you know?”
“Pelvis.”
"Lord Knight, the bones of the maid who had the accident have been found." The knight clerk said at this time.
"So there's no way to find out who they are?" Annan asked.
The knight clerk nodded.
Due to the original royal dispute, the ruins of Solonduo have long since become a confusing matter, with no one intervening, no one dealing with it, and no one caring about it.
"My suggestion is... you should stop investigating." The knight clerk reminded Annan in a low voice.
Annan looked at Ou Lin, and Ou Lin avoided his gaze.
Because her last name is Montreal.
Annan nodded and had no choice but to bury these poor people in the garden outside the Moonlight Opera House.
After digging a deep pit, and when the knights were about to put the indistinguishable bones in the bags into the grave, Annan interrupted: "Leave it to me in the end."
Knight Stepping back, Annan held the bags, put them into the grave gently, and whispered like a good night: "If you still feel unwilling, tell me who the murderer is tonight..."
Annan didn't tell Olin about the ghost.
It was originally too late, but now it becomes meaningless...
After filling in a few shovels of soil, Annan handed the shovel to the knight and continued to look good in the theater as usual. Busy.
The brand new benches were put in place, and the shocking traces in the basement were wiped away.
In the evening, Annan and Olin said goodbye, dismissed Eli Rubble, and stayed alone in the Moonlight Theater as night fell.
"The Fall of the Wizard's Tower" was being shown on the stage, and Annan was sitting on a bench, waiting for midnight to arrive.
(End of this chapter)