Chapter 197 Chapter 50 'The Fall of the Mage Tower' Invades Betal City
Chapter 197 Section 50 "The Fall of the Mage Tower" Invades Betal City
Author: I am the right way
Chapter 197 Section 50. "The Fall of the Mage Tower" invades Betal City
Murat's situation is not optimistic.
It’s not that he is seriously injured or is about to die, but that he is in a state of fatigue and decadence, as if he is hollowed out by a succubus.
All this is attributed to the pursuit and escape that lasted for several weeks, causing trauma to the physical and mental state of Murat who had just stepped out of the mage tower. Although Murat, who was still a level 3 mage, is now like Michael, away from the elite
Only one step away.
"I was so ruined by you... but I actually want to thank you for saving me." Murat, who was bald on his forehead, said sincerely. The mage's nobility is only for civilians and small nobles, a position that is comparable to that of a great man.
The King of North personally took the risk of rescue. If he was a woman, he would definitely pounce on him and kiss the boy in front of him deeply.
"Oh, the mage and the warlock shook hands and made peace at this moment."
This scene made the bard want to play and sing.
"Why is the mage in front of the warlock behind?" Annan said dissatisfied.
Murat was not suitable for staying in Betar anymore, and Annan was preparing to entrust Mrs. Winter to escort him back to the Breeze City. However, he said he wanted to stay here and watched with his own eyes the guys who attacked him were punished.
Annan said nothing, because his eyes and danger were taken over by Mrs. Winter, who announced earlier today, who had obtained the magic ring.
"I should ask for a reward," Murat said. "I want to have a character in your magical image, and have a conversation."
It's nothing difficult, and Annan is not going to ask Murat for the performance fee. However, he hasn't figured out what to shoot for the second magical image.
"Let me rest for a while, the warm winter sun..."
Murat leaned back to the bed in the guest room and looked at the city of Betal that was twinkling outside the window. Then when Annan went out, he could not suppress the source of the wizard's power - curiosity:
"What did you ask Lady Winter in the dungeon?"
...
Only across a street, the poor outside are suffering in the long winter night, and the noble inside is filled with extravagant winds.
With crisp long leather boots stepping on the manor floor tiles, Annan looked at the long queue and said to the guards: "Let them not have to line up again today."
"Can……"
"This is the order of Mrs. Winter."
"yes!"
The guards straightened their bodies and ran to the team to drive them away.
"Why!"
The contestants who had been in the bitter cold wind for dozens of minutes or were about to be on their turn were unwilling to shout.
"Because he is the deputy warden of the dungeon, he has passed the test of Mrs. Winter!"
Annan faced many envious and jealous eyes, stepped from the cold and dark world into the bright and warm banquet hall, and greeted the proud and cold snow field flowers sitting in the middle.
"Neither Lady Winter and all the guests, I want to offer a treasure I have obtained in Breeze City..."
Under the gaze of the chief guard, Annan took out the Philosopher's Stone.
The fat deputy city lord spoke at this time: "Mr. Deputy Warden... Maybe you want to give us a surprise, but if the content inside makes the lady and the guests feel offended..."
"In fact, this is a documentary video."
"I thought the nobles of Breeze City were as conservative as the ice in January." The deputy city lord's teasing caused a burst of laughter. Annan had to explain that this was a recorded image of the truth about the fall of the Mage Tower.
Sweeping over the disappointed ladies, Annan activates the Philosopher's Stone.
The familiar new world and blue planet emerged, and the exquisite pictures attracted guests and servants into the old sunlight and shadow three hundred years ago—
The nobles of Breeze City cannot resist "The Fall of the Mage Tower", and the nobles of Betal City are not good either. This is a story that neither the stage play nor the bard can bring, making them immersive.
The ladies sighed because of Jack's handsomeness, because of Ruth and Jack's youthful smiles, and because of the shackles of the secular nobles...
However, when fiancé Carl and Jack said, "As long as you nod, they will belong to you." Annan suddenly raised his eyes and looked at Lady Winter who had said this on the terrace.
She knew at that time... she knew her identity and also knew "The Fall of the Mage Tower". But she didn't think of this line.
The warmth that laid out in the first half appeared as the rat tide emerged and disappeared. The guests fell into the panic of the fall of the Mage Tower. Some ladies even called for help. The guards rushed into the ceremony hall and found that it was a false alarm.
Finally, after Jack died at the door panel, Ruth, who was rescued, still abides by the agreement with Jack, get married, have children, and take risks everywhere, becoming a woman who is not shackled.
And amid the sad chant, the ceremony hall was filled with sobs and sobs.
Annan took out a handkerchief and handed it to the crying commander guard.
"I love this story... are you really going to give it to me?" said Mrs. Winter.
"Yes, and it's not my thing."
Mrs. Lin Winter accepted happily and said to the deputy city lord: "I want more people to see the Fall of the Mage Tower."
The deputy city lord patted his belly and agreed that "The Fall of the Mage Tower" will be screened in the city tomorrow.
The noble ladies and guests who were immersed in the aftermath of the story left one after another, and Annan was still here. After this battle, "Olme just happened to be" was completely labeled as Mrs. Winter.
Annan accompanied Mrs. Lin Winter out, promising to share 10% of the benefits of "The Fall of the Mage Tower" to her.
“I don’t need it.”
"That's not a small amount of money. The taxes in "The Fall of the Mage Tower" account for more than 10% of the Breeze City."
When he arrived at the carriage outside the manor, the maid lowered the wooden ladder, and Mrs. Winter stopped: "The value of the secret hiding will only be higher, but you still handed it to me without hesitation."
"Because of your beauty." Annan stretched out his hand to Mrs. Winter.
Mrs. Winter put her palm on Annan's shoulder—and then he was pressed to straighten his waist.
The carriage door closed, and finally Mrs. Winter's chuck seemed to be heard.
Annan could only hold his waist and recite silently for thirty years in the east of the Planni River and for thirty years in the west of the Planni River.
The deputy city lord did what he said, or his duty was to meet the requirements of Mrs. Winter. The next morning, news of the screening of "The Fall of the Mage Tower" spread in Betal City.
As the deputy warden of the dungeon but did not work casually, Annan invited Astorford and the others on this day, as well as the children from the orphanage to watch "The Fall of the Mage Tower". Anyway, the money was transferred a few times, and finally,
Even the oil stains will fall back into your pocket intact.
Annan sat next to Ms. Mia. She had a similar figure to Mrs. Winter, but how could a royal bloodline with a status like a prince be the nun of the fallen god, and she had a hidden identity to take care of the orphanage every winter?
Unless there is a reason why she has to do it, like, Joan is really a princess - how is that possible.
"Madam Winter..."
Annan suddenly asked Ms. Mia who was watching "The Fall of the Mage Tower" seriously.
"I've seen her...what happened?" Ms. Mia said.
There are not so many coincidences in this world.
But there is a necessity of the accumulation of countless factors - a commotion suddenly scattered in the theater. After asking, I learned that it was said to be a foreign riot in "Slave Street".