The long motorcade blocked the entire street, and the aristocrats and wealthy people who came to attend the premiere had to walk to the theater.
"Mrs. Bernice, we have to get out of the car too." The housekeeper and groom said helplessly to the carriage, "The front is blocked."
The pretty woman opened the curtain, complaining and being mean, destroying the little beauty: "Why are those upstarts who don't know any etiquette invited here?"
"Because the King of the North is a strange boy. It is said that he also raises an ogre in his manor."
"Oh my God, no wonder so many children have been lost in the city recently."
The housekeeper helped the surprised Lady Bernice out of the carriage. The woman adjusted her wide hat like a canary preening its feathers, and looked around with complaint.
"There were more people at the royal banquet than there are now, and it wasn't so chaotic."
The invitations received came from various identities, including members of parliament, mercenaries, and adventurers. The square outside the theater became a hotbed of chaos.
"Of course Breeze City can't compare with the Royal Capital." The butler praised cooperatively.
Mrs. Bernice raised her head slightly, walked gracefully through the square, showed the invitation, left the housekeeper outside, and walked into the theater.
The theater that can accommodate nearly a thousand people is almost full - almost half of the nobles in Breeze City are here.
"When I was in the royal capital..."
The woman sat in her own seat in the back row and had to take off her hat because of the crowd. Her complaints became smaller and smaller because there was no one to listen.
The really big shots, such as congressmen and ancient families, sit in the front row and in the VIP seats.
Olmedo responded to the greeting and came to the VIP table and sat next to his father.
"I thought you wouldn't come."
"Let me see what you and Annan have come up with."
The warmth he had not seen for a long time made Olmedo smile, but then gradually faded away.
"I didn't see you in the manor last night...where were you?"
As the words fell, the light in the theater gradually dimmed, and the rotating blue planet and the sign of the new world appeared in front of the curtain.
[The Lord of Breeze City, Jeffrey Olmedo, plays Carl; the old head of the Laurentian family, Mars Lawrence, plays the Master of the Wizard Tower; the wine lady, Margaery Winchet, plays Brown...]
The emerging cast silences the whispers, and the light and plaintive chants draw the audience's attention to the magical image.
The Mage Tower appears in front of all audiences in a novel form.
This is different from a stage play... Some nobles are beginning to realize this. The magical images are close to reality, and they seem to be happening around them...
Just where are those actors on the cast list?
A mage knew that the Mage Tower had fallen 300 years ago, and began to investigate with his mage apprentice. They found a survivor who was said to have been a survivor of the fall of the Mage Tower - a human with weak elven blood.
She was an old woman. Time had taken away her beauty, but the shadow of her past was still vaguely visible.
The mage placed a mottled oil painting depicting the ruins of the mage tower on the table.
"Of course I remember... It was the year 615 of the Saint Laurent Calendar, the day when the Mage Tower, which is said to never collapse, was built. The Mage Tower sent out some invitations..."
In front of the burning fireplace, the mage and the mage apprentice stood or sat in the living room, quietly listening to the woman in the chair talking about the past.
The mottled oil painting gradually faded away, and a majestic and tall mage tower emerged on the magical image.
Theater owner Honatan Metz's face twitched slightly because he actually felt the indescribable beauty from this scene that a stage play could never bring.
The circular square under the mage's tower was bustling with people, and nobles in old-style attire got out of their carriages.
"My grandmother also had a dress like this..."
Mrs. Bernice deliberately made a sound that could be heard by those around her.
The scene that amazed Honatan Metz continued to unfold, and he came to a tavern after overlooking the prosperity outside the Circular Square.
They saw the protagonist of this "magic image": the King in the North.
Annan, who has messy short black hair and wears a linen jacket, made many viewers marvel at his youth and handsomeness.
There were silver and copper coins piled on the wine table, as well as two invitation letters with a mage tower painted on them, and some mercenaries who were hanging out in the tavern had already recognized that they were playing the cards that had recently become popular in the tavern.
Jack, who smashed down two cards and won the bet, grabbed the two invitations and coins and cheered excitedly amidst the curses of the dwarf and his companions:
"We're going to the Mage Tower!"
Joy is conveyed to the audience through magical images, creating expectations for Jack’s next experience——
…
Annan slowly woke up in the coldness.
The surging darkness surrounded him, and the dampness and cold reminded Annan of his experience in the dungeon.
Sitting up while holding his sore forehead, Annan gradually recalled what happened before - Augusta Olmedo released the mass trance spell. With the blessing of the epic, the spell instantly enveloped everyone. Before finally losing consciousness, only the remaining
The three masters, the Elf Tutor, the Brave Raynor and the Centurion, are still awake.
So he became a prisoner?
But the mage robe is still on me, and the magic ring is still on my hand...
The sound of rustling footsteps sounded from outside the dark fence. Annan held his breath and soon saw a faint light jumping into his sight. Getting closer and closer, a rat man holding a torch passed outside the stone fence.
It left with the light of fire and reappeared about a minute later,
There is only one patrolling ratman in this dungeon.
When the Rat Man passed by again, a ball of fireball exploded in its face.
"What a cool fireball technique, who is there?"
A wave of admiration floated out from the darkness.
"Who are you?"
Annan identified the sound coming from behind the wall on the left, which was another cell.
"I asked first, but for the sake of such a handsome fireball technique." The man chattered: "I am Brian, you can call me Blay or Ryan."
"Where is this?"
"Oh, you must be the group of people who were brought here yesterday. This is the dungeon of rats. If you want to do something, hurry up. The rats have to change shifts. Of course, you can throw another fireball."
"Where is my companion?"
"They are here too. There was a lot of movement yesterday."
"Thanks."
A large water elemental appeared outside the cell.
Annan let the water element cut the stone pillar open and continued to communicate with the prisoner next door: "How long have you been locked up here?"
"It's been so long that I almost forgot... The mage tower hadn't collapsed at that time."
The Mage Tower has not collapsed yet, Annan thought, realizing how long he had been locked up here - the Mage Tower has not collapsed yet.
After getting out of the cell, Annan picked up the torch that fell on the ground and went outside the cell on the left. The firelight penetrated the fence and revealed the scene in the cell: a long-dead corpse leaning against the wall.
The voice continued thinking: "Have you come out? It's so dark here, I can't see you."
"I saw you...who are you?"
"Why do you ask?"
"...because a corpse is talking."
"What? Oh, I should have thought of..."
The voice of regret sounded, and the final spiritual annihilation occurred.
