Chapter 454 111. Imperial Recruitment Order
The novel theater layout allowed guests to look around. As the sky outside the dome was obscured, the theater fell into darkness and the sounds of conversation gradually disappeared.
The familiar Blue Star logo appeared on the curtain, and then a new picture emerged: on a gloomy thunderstorm night, a red figure broke into a manor and killed a couple and the infant baby. Lightning-like burn marks were left on his forehead...
What happened in Syltovis happened again on the Montreal Mountain.
Two hours passed faster than expected. No one left during this period, except for the occasional sound of coughing and clearing phlegm. They were also unaware of the ghost girl floating above them.
At the end of the screening, the audience reservedly and implicitly applauded "Annan Potter and the Philosopher's Stone", but that didn't mean they didn't like it.
On the contrary, Annan just led Alice and Martin to stand on the stage to thank everyone and announced that ticket sales would begin. The tickets for all six shows the next day were sold out by them.
Kinnar filled five wooden boxes, and the order for the magic stone filled a whole page.
Annan made back three times the money he paid to buy the Moonlight Opera House on the first day, after tax.
Leaving the cleaning to Tribulus and Selita Dana, who had never shown up, Annan followed Olin out.
"What are you busy with?"
Olin just got on her horse and left after watching the magic image.
"The envoy from the Elf Court has arrived in the imperial capital, and we are responsible for the security of the perimeter."
"Elf? Why?"
Oulin pedaled and mounted the horse. Looking down at Annan from a high position: "You are inquiring about the secrets of the empire."
"Sister Olin~"
"...Elves are an ancient race in Wilhelm. They believe that the alien order is harming the elves, and they demand compensation from the empire and the lifting of the alien order."
Annan supports The Elven Court, but he didn't think they would have any results... His impression was that the Tatun Empire was tough and humans were supreme.
While Annan was thinking, Oulin pulled the reins and left with his men.
Withdrawing her gaze, Isabel stood on the steps and waved to him.
Isabel said that she went to the north with the expeditionary force a few days ago. She was found and captured before leaving the empire's border. She was imprisoned for many days and was only released by her uncle today.
"That minister?"
"Do I have other uncles?"
This may be a coincidence, but Annan's not keen political sense feels that this It was the minister of etiquette who was signaling to himself that the royal family was no longer sensitive to the ruins of Saurondor.
“Do you know Selita Dana?”
"I don't know."
"Where is the Dana family?"
"I don't know."
"You don't even know about the tragedy in Solendor Gardens... …”
“I don’t know.”
Annan gave up asking Isabel anything and watched her get on the carriage of the etiquette department with her mouth bulging. She ran back to the Montreal manor to take Alice and Martin back to Syltovis, and then went to ask her ancestors.
"That was a poor girl. Her family left the imperial capital and went to the south after the tragedy in Solunduo Garden..." The ancestor said with nostalgia: "Has Little Annan seen her?"
"She has been avoiding me." Annan replied helplessly, so much so that there was no way to make her the second employee. "I'm going to go to the old site of the Dana family to see if I can find anything else."
"Ask Darlene to go with you."
Darlene is from the manor. An old maid who knew the old home of the Dana family.
Rushing back to the imperial capital from the manor, the carriage, guided by Darlene, arrived outside a house similar to that of the fur merchant Hollander and his wife.
There are not many manors in the Montreal hills. This is one of the things Annan appreciates about the Tatooine Empire: even counts and legends can only live in this kind of residence. The person living here now seems to be an official. He knows Annan but doesn't like Annan: "I don't know anything, just leave."
"I just want to get back Germany Something from the Na family," Annan said sincerely.
"Sorry, nothing."
"Forget it...Craig..." Annan chewed the official's last name.
The official didn't care until he saw Annan getting into the carriage painted with the Montreal Gold family logo.
He called Annan in a kind manner: "Do you want something from the Dana family? When we moved in, we put all the old things in the basement. I'm going to find them now. Madam, go and give them to us. The guests prepare desserts.”
Annan followed the officials to the basement, where some old furniture was piled cluttered. The official politely said that there was nothing left in the house when he moved there, and the most useful thing was an oil painting.
The painting shows a girl sitting in the flower garden, with long purple hair gently hanging on her right shoulder. It is unknown whether she is Selita Dana or a relative of hers.
Or maybe it's a decorative painting on the street that costs dozens of silver coins.
Returning to the opera house with the only harvest, Annan came to the basement of the ghost girl's home.
"I went to the Dana family."
After the words fell, it seemed as if a breeze was blowing around.
"Boss, did you find the letter? Or——"
"There is nothing left." Annan shook his head and pulled off the canvas covering the portrait. "I only found this..."
"This is the lady's painting..." Tribulus's disappointment was washed away. Scattered some.
"That's good."
Annan put down the painting, "I'm going back to Syltoves next, and the Moonlight Opera House will be left to you."
< br>"Well...don't you want to see the lady?"
"I'll see you later."
Arrived at the gate of the Opera House, Annan suddenly turned around with something to say.
The pale silhouette floated on the stage of the theater and saluted, and the light falling from the dome gave her a layer of holiness.
......
The elf royal court’s questioning was approved by the Ministry of Etiquette, but they refused to compensate.
"The Alien Order is a decree passed by the Holy Human Parliament. We agree that the decree is extreme, but we will not pay a single copper coin in compensation for it," the Minister of Etiquette said at the time.
When the ancestor told Annan vividly, he still wondered why the ancestor knew it even if he didn't go out, but he didn't know anything after walking around outside all day.
"You are not high enough."
"Station? But those audiences are all nobles, and I casually meet the city lord and councilors in Syltovis."
< br>"It's still not high enough." The ancestor said kindly: "Little Annan, when your status is high enough, even if you do nothing, they will tell you what they are going to do."
Annan was thoughtful.
Anyway, things here have come to an end for the time being. March will be here in a few days... It’s time to farm!
At this time, the servant hurried over and said that someone from the etiquette department was looking for Annan.
Following to the outside of the manor, a strong man who looked more like a barbarian than an official of the Ministry of Ceremonies stood outside the gate and read out the recruitment order:
"King of the North·Champion Warlock·Annan ·Reeves, the Imperial Etiquette Department has issued a call to you. Please go to the Etiquette Department before evening to entertain the Elf King.”
"What do you mean?" Annan still didn't react.
The official of the Ceremony Department raised his eyes from the recruitment order, as if he wanted to express friendliness, but his stiff face made him only show a ferocious smile:
"The empire needs your body."
(End of this chapter)