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Chapter 1227 Chapter 149. He still has to thank us

Yoram Gvezdi, the chief musician of the City of Innocence Orchestra, has been praised by countless people for his divine performance, which is as beautiful, magnificent and poetic as an epic.

Such a person would definitely be able to handle Annan's requirements - most importantly, he offered the highest price.

Annan and Dean Blechheim were talking about the need for a music master, and Dean Blechheim did help Annan find one, but he only notified all the musicians in Seltovis...

Although the City of Innocence is not a music capital, it is more than enough to find double-digit great musicians. In order to compete for the only opportunity, these musicians scrambled and bid fiercely. In the end, Yoram Gvezdi, who had a better background, won the position of musician for Annan's new work for 350 gold coins.

Dang clang——

Francois threw the purse on Annan's desk, and golden elves flowed out from the untied purse.

"I advise you not to go too far..."

"What's wrong with me?"

Annan almost thought that he was visited by the family of a young girl.

"You hired a musician, and the musician paid you?"

Annan breathed a sigh of relief. After all, he hadn't done anything...

"What's wrong with this?"

Francois looked at Annan in disbelief, wondering why the Free Blade had missed him alone: ​​"You let others work for you, and you pay them?"

"Wasn't it like this before?"

Annan leaned forward to pick up the scattered gold coins and stacked them up one by one.

Except for Let the Magic Fly, the actors paid for their roles in the first two Magic Images films.

"Different."

"How is it different? Here are two piles of kinnars. Which one is more noble and which one is more dirty..."

Annan, who had stacked two piles of gold coins, accidentally knocked over one of them, and the falling gold coins made a pleasant collision sound.

In an instant, a flash of lightning flashed outside the window, illuminating the entire room with a pale light.

Then, an extremely oppressive dragon eye occupied all the space outside the window.

"Your Highness, are you awake?"

Annan was surprised at first, then panicked, and winked at Francois: "Francois, return the money to the creditor quickly."

"Ah? Oh..."

Francois walked slowly over to take the money.

At this moment, Elimoyas outside the window suddenly disappeared like the wind, as if she had never been there.

Annan and Francois looked at each other and asked Abby to go to the crystal nest next door to ask.

Not long after, Abby came back and said that Elimois was still sleeping and that what had just appeared was just an illusion.

But Elimayas was indeed about to wake up. She was moving from a deep sleep to a light sleep and began to be aware of everything around her.

The illusion just now was Ilimayas capturing the existence of the property.

Annan nodded and asked Abby to tell Luoxi to issue a notice: During this period of time, no one is allowed to bring gold or valuables to the City Lord's Mansion. Violators will bear the consequences at their own risk!
"Where were we?"

Annan snatched back the money bag that Francois had just filled.

Francois couldn't tell for a moment whether the crystal nest next door was a greedy dragon or the well-dressed guy sitting in front of him: "Speaking of them giving money."

"For example, if an imperial duke or prince comes to Liberty City, do you think they need to pay the orchestra to perform?"

"Then... it's too much for the band to give us money."

"Is it too much? He should thank me."...

"Thank you for giving me this opportunity..." Yoram Gwizti, who was carrying a cello-like instrument, held Annan's hands enthusiastically, "I really like the music you used in "When Freedom Knocks on the Door", it seems like it is really covered with sunshine..."

Annan raised his eyebrows at Francois who followed him, then smiled and said, "I believe that Tom and Jerry will have even better music with your participation."

"Wow, Tom and Jerry? Is this the name of your new work? I can almost imagine the exciting scenes..."

Perhaps because he has been immersed in the world of music for too long, Yoram Gvezdi's mental age does not match his actual age with his hair mixed with other hair.

This is a good thing, as Annan can discuss the details of the music with him without any pressure.

Now that we have found all the people, the only thing left is to write the script.

This is very simple, but Annan first has to teach the drawing board what is storyboard, what is montage, and what is creating tension through exaggerated painting.

After letting the Painter and Yoram Gvezti study for a few days, Annan returned to the City Lord's Mansion.

In the past day, the elder sister and the others should have finished reading the information about Stuen Rat.

"What's the situation in the north?" Annan was like a baby bird in a nest, waiting for its mother to feed it.

"Good news and bad news," Olmedo said first.

"Since there is good news, it means the bad news is not that bad?" Annan analyzed.

Olmedo was noncommittal: "It has been confirmed that the McCann rats launched an attack, and their attack route was the Thun Corridor."

"The Thun Corridor?"

"Your 'old friend' from the Principality of Keating."

“It does seem like there’s good news and bad news.”

Olmedo said helplessly: "This is just a brief summary."

The really good news was that the ratmen did not come towards them, nor did they cause any trouble to the Kingdom of Rekanel. The bad news was that the demons seemed to be still brooding over the disastrous defeat in the Kingdom of Dimon, and chose to divide their forces to attack the Thun Corridor and the Kingdom of Dimon at the same time.

"They and the demons have come up with something new in the North this year... Look at this."

Olmedo handed Annan one of the pages of information sent by Stuhn Rat.

It was a painting with two rat men in it.

One of the ratmen stood in the corner as a reference, while the other ratman was covered with devilish sharp keratin, with two sharp horns sticking out of his forehead. His body size was several times that of the reference ratman... and seemed to be even larger than the wild rat.

Liquid was still dripping from its body, but the pattern was black, so it was impossible to tell whether it was venom or lava.

"Evil...demon...rat man?"

"There is no more description of this kind of rat man in the intelligence."

It looks like the Dimon Kingdom is in trouble...

Olmedo hung the sand table from the map room in his office, and then painted black and red paint representing ratmen and demons on the north side of the map to represent their locations.

Annan saw with his own eyes that the coalition of ratmen and demons rushed into the Thun Corridor in a mighty manner. On the other side of the corridor was the Principality of Keating and several small countries around it, and further south was the border with the Empire.

Another team separated and headed straight for the Kingdom of Dimon.

The rat people are coming with great force, and I'm afraid their offensive will be far more severe than last year... But I seem to have been forgotten in the southwest corner.

In any case, it's always a good thing that the war won't spread to Liberty City.

Annan's attention returned to Tom and Jerry.

Stuhn Ratman didn't rush him, but from Gale's increasingly anxious expression, it was clear that Stuhn Rat was very anxious.

(End of this chapter)