Alien world

Chapter 140 139. Premiere

Benitez Theater.

The continuous motorcade blocked the entire street, and the nobles and rich people who came to attend the premiere had to walk to the theater.

"Mrs. Benice, we have to get out of the car." The butler and groom said helplessly to the carriage, "There is a blockage ahead."

The pretty woman opened the curtain, complaining and meanness ruined the few beauties: "Why are those nouveau riche who don't know any etiquette invited over?"

"Because the King of the North is a strange boy, it is said that his manor also raised an ogre."

"My God, no wonder so many children have been lost in the city recently."

The butler helped the astonished Mrs. Baynes step out of the carriage, and the woman straightened her wide hat like a canary combing her feathers, and looked around complainingly.

"There are more people at the royal banquet than there are now, and it's not as chaotic."

The identities who received the invitation were various, including members of parliament, mercenaries, and adventurers. The square outside the theater was almost a hotbed of chaos.

"Of course Breeze City can't compare with King's City." The housekeeper praised cooperatively.

Mrs. Benice raised her head slightly, passed the square gracefully, showed the invitation letter, left the butler outside, and walked into the theater.

The theater, which can accommodate nearly a thousand people, is almost full - more than half of the nobles in Breeze City are here.

"When I was in the capital..."

The woman sat in her own back row, had to take off her hat because of the crowd, and complained that she was getting smaller and smaller because there was no one to listen to.

Those who are really big, such as councilors and ancient families, sit in the front row and VIP seats.

Olmedo responded to the greeting and came to the VIP table and sat beside his father.

"I thought you wouldn't come."

"Let me see what you and Annan have come up with."

The warmth he hadn't seen for a long time made Olmedo smile, and it gradually faded away.

"I didn't see you at the manor last night...where have you been?"

After the words fell, the light in the theater gradually dimmed, and the rotating blue planet and the logo of the new world appeared in front of the curtain.

[Geoffrey Olmedo, Lord of Breeze City, plays Carl; Mars Lawrence, the old head of the Lawrence family, plays Master Tata; Margaery Winchet, the wine lady, plays Brown...]

The floating cast makes the whispers disappear, and the light and mournful chant draws the audience's attention to the magical image.

The Mage Tower appeared in front of all audiences in a novel form.

It's not like a stage play...the nobles are beginning to realize this.The magic image is close to reality, and it seems to happen around you...

Just where are the actors on the cast?
A mage knew that the mage tower had fallen 300 years ago, and began to investigate with his apprentice mage.They find what is said to be a survivor of the fall of the Mage Tower - a human with weak elven blood.

It was an old woman. Time had taken away her beauty, but the shadow of the past was still faintly visible.

The mage put a mottled oil painting of the ruins of the mage tower on the table.

"Of course I remember... that was the year 615 of the Saint Laurent calendar, the day when the mage tower, known as never collapsing, was built, and the mage tower released some invitations..."

In front of the burning fireplace, the mage and apprentice mage 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 mage tower emerged on the magic image.

Theater owner Hornathan Mays' face twitched slightly.Because from this scene, he actually felt the indescribable beauty that stage plays can never bring.

The circular square under the mage tower was full of people, and the nobles in old-fashioned dresses got out of their carriages.

"My grandmother also had a dress like this..."

Mrs. Baynes intentionally made noises that could be heard by those around her.

The picture that amazed Hornatan Metz was still going on, overlooking the bustling outside the ring square and then came to a tavern.

They saw the protagonist of this "magic image": the King in the North.

Annan with messy short black hair and a linen coat made many audiences marvel at his youth and handsomeness.

There are silver coins and copper coins piled on the wine table, and two invitation letters depicting the mage's tower, and some mercenaries who wandered around the tavern have recognized that they are playing the card that has become popular in the tavern recently.

After dropping two cards, Jack, who won the bet, grabbed the two invitation letters and coins, and cheered excitedly amidst the cursing of the dwarves 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 cold.

The surging darkness surrounded him, and the damp and cold reminded Annan of his experience in the dungeon.

Sitting up holding his painful forehead, Annan gradually recalled what had happened before——Augusta Olmedo released the group sleeping technique, and under the epic blessing, the spell enveloped everyone in an instant. Before finally losing consciousness, only The three masters, Elf Mentor, Reckless Reynolds and Centurion, are still awake.

So he became a prisoner?
But the mage robe is still on his body, and the magic ring is still on his hand...

Rusting footsteps sounded from outside the dark fence, Annan held his breath, and soon saw a glimmer of light leaping into sight, getting closer, a rat man holding a torch passed outside the stone fence.

Leaving with flames, reappearing about 1 minute later,

There is only one patrolling ratman in this dungeon.

When the Rat Man passed by again, a ball of fireball exploded on its face.

"What a handsome fireball technique, who's there?"

An admiration floated out from the darkness.

"who are you?"

Annan could tell that the sound came from behind the wall on the left, which was another cell.

"I asked first, but for the sake of such a handsome fireball." The man chattered, "I'm Bryan, you can call me Bryan or Ryan."

"Where is this?"

"Oh, you must be the group that was brought in yesterday. This is the rat's dungeon. If you want to do something, hurry up, the rats are changing shifts, and of course you can throw another fireball."

"Where's my companion?"

"They're also there. There was a lot of movement yesterday."

"Thank you."

A large water elemental floated outside the cell.

Annan let the water element cut the stone pillar, and continued to communicate with the prisoner next door: "How long have you been locked here?"

"It's been so long that I almost forgot...the Mage Tower hadn't collapsed at that time."

The mage's tower has not collapsed yet, Annan thought so, realizing how long he had been locked here—the mage's tower hadn't collapsed yet.

After getting out of the cell, Annan picked up the torch that had fallen on the ground, and came to the cell on the left. The flame penetrated into the fence, revealing the situation in the cell: a dead body leaning against the corner that had long since dried up.

The voice continued to think: "Are you out? It's so dark in here, I can't see you."

"I saw you... who the hell are you?"

"Why do you ask?"

"...because a dead body is talking."

"What? Oh I should have thought..."

The voice of remorse sounded, and the last spiritual annihilation.

he died.Or rather, died a long time ago.

(End of this chapter)