Before writing the script, Annan had to solve the problems left by the prisoners' escape.
First, we need to investigate the cause. Astolfo woke up and said that the elves tricked her into opening the prison cells. The aliens who chose to stay also said that the elves opened all the cells.
Next are the various races that escaped from prison. They did not cause much damage to the dungeon. The dungeon guards ran very fast - the few silver coins in their weekly salary were not worth their lives. But after escaping from the dungeon, they created some chaos in the city.
.Some were captured, some were executed, and some disappeared.
Finally, there was the reaction of the upper echelons of the city late at night. Except for the former deputy warden who was squeezed out of his position by Annan, all the nobles turned a blind eye. The banquet continued as usual and the luxury continued. It didn't matter whether they were watching the joke in private. Annan's superiors and colleagues
, the warden and the two deputy wardens just asked a few words, encouraging Annan not to be discouraged——
The unraveling may have only left Annan feeling depressed.
"It's not unusual for those arrogant guys to do such a thing..." Late at night, when Annan returned to the mansion after finishing his work, the bard comforted him: "I don't say this to blame you, but every one of those elves
Having lived for at least hundreds of years, their thoughts and cognitions have long been fixed, and you can't change their thoughts in just a few days."
Looking at the bright side, there are still sixty-four aliens left. They could have followed the prison escape but did not do so, and stood firmly on Annan's side. These are the best residents of Xingyue Bay in the future.
Annan suddenly stopped walking.
"Tell those mercenary groups that all the aliens have escaped from prison and there is no one left. We suspect that they plotted everything before they came in. The dungeon will reserve the right to pursue responsibility and demand compensation."
"……good."
The bard couldn't help but sigh, how did Annan, who was innocent and kind a few months ago, become like this...
"Also, call the Gray Wolf, Astolfo, the boy and Joan."
Annan came to the study. When the servant raised the fireplace, he stood in front of the window and looked at the snow-covered eaves. After Astolfo and the others appeared on the street, they returned to the desk and sat down.
"What's going on with your voice?"
Gray Wolf walked into the study and Annan asked directly.
"Voice-changing period!" Astolfo suddenly jumped out, "The gray wolf looks like he is in his thirties, but he is actually the same age as me!"
Annan looked at the gray wolf again, its rough and dull skin, the scar on its cheek...
"Is this sixteen years old?"
"It's not surprising," the bard agreed, "some curses and bloodlines can affect the sound."
"Yes, my voice has been cursed by a witch..." Gray Wolf once again made an abrupt girlish voice.
"Lona?" Annan suddenly asked.
The gray wolf, the bard, and Astolfo fell silent at the same time.
Annan remembered something and asked the maid outside the door to bring kerosene, crumbled the paper, sprinkled it with kerosene, dipped some in it and stretched it towards the gray wolf.
"No hiding."
Annan's fingers smeared the cheeks of "Gray Wolf", and the rough paint mixed with kerosene flakes gradually revealed the girl's original delicate skin.
Leaving a pinch mark on her cheek as if venting her anger, Annan looked at Astolfo with evil intentions.
"Okay...it's me." Francois returned to his original voice.
Then looking at the aphasic boy, Annan asked tentatively: "Martin."
"Cousin!"
Annan recalled this adventurous journey that he thought was free, and took out a handkerchief to wipe the kerosene on his hands: "You are Francois, you are Lorna, you are Martin..."
He finally looked at Joan.
"Then who are you?"
"I, I am Joan Ecosela...Icosela...Icosela Siren Behdad Clermont!" Joan said stumblingly.
Annan looked at Astolfo in confusion...or rather, Francois.
"Joan is from Olmedo," he said.
"Who is Olmedo?" Joan stared at everyone warily, leaning against the study door.
Francois and Lorna, the bard was stunned, and it took them a long time to accept that an outsider had actually sneaked in.
Annan had no choice but to tell Joan that he was the King of the North.
"You are the King of the North and I am the princess of the Tatooine Empire!" However, Joan didn't believe it and said vaguely with a strong northern accent.
"Annan is really the King of the North... Jack from "The Fall of the Wizard's Tower" is him," the bard said.
Joan looked at Annan blankly, then opened the door and ran out.
"What happened to her?" Annan was puzzled.
"It's the difference between a girl and a girl, probably... uh... Lorna, go and see her." Francois and Lorna said.
Facing Annan's gaze, the bard explained that he was not arranged to be here - it was a complete accident that he was in the dungeon.
Anyway... with the revelation of the adventure that was being protected throughout, Annan no longer has to tie his hands and feet, and it happens that the second magic image needs an assistant.
At this time, Lorna returned to the study, washed away her disguise, and restored her original exquisite appearance: "Joan ran to the orphanage, and I found this in her room."
It was a simple box, and there was a sound of coins clattering when it was shaken. When I opened the wooden box, there were more than twenty silver coins and a letter at the bottom of the box. The crooked handwriting similar to Annan's said: Qiong An in the name of the princess.
Annan is the Knight of the Holy Grail. The money in the wooden box is a reward for Annan.
Everyone looked at each other and unanimously decided to put the letter back and not tell this girl who looked strong but was actually sensitive.
The next day, Joan returned to normal and returned to the dungeon. She was no different from before except avoiding Annan.
At noon, Annan arrived at Lady Winter's manor. She was about to go to today's banquet - Winter in the North. Banquets were one of the few limited ways for nobles to spend their time.
One maid held a dressing mirror, and another maid arranged her dress as if combing feathers.
The laid-back Mrs. Winter puzzled Annan: "Aren't you going to look for the secret?"
"The time has not come yet. The magic ring is a key, and the lock can only be opened at a specific time. It's time for me to leave Bethal City at that time."
"Is it dangerous?"
Mrs. Winter in the mirror raised her eyebrows: "Do you care about me?"
"I care about the secret."
"The danger is not the secret, but those who rob it...the royal family, the alien race, and the crazy church."
"Is the church involved?"
"The secret is related to the gods. The lambs who have lost their Lord will naturally pursue the Lord's glory..." The maid backed away and Mrs. Winter stood up, "Do you want to go to the banquet with me?"
Annan shook his head: "I still have things to do."
After saying goodbye to Mrs. Winter, Annan returned to the study of the official residence, took out his notes and wrote:
[In the summer of 980 in the Saint Laurent calendar, businessman Andy came home and saw his wife and adulterer entangled in his house. Unbearable, Andy returned to the carriage, picked up the dagger, and poured red wine... The next day,
When Andy recovered from a hangover, he found his wife and adulterer lying in a pool of blood... A few days later, Andy was sentenced to life imprisonment for murder and sent to Betar dungeon...]