Alien world

Chapter 201 54. "Betal's Redemption"

Before writing the script, Annan had to deal with the troubles left over from the prisoner's escape.

The first is to investigate the cause. Astolfo who woke up said that the elves tricked her into opening the prison, and the aliens who chose to stay also said that the elves opened all the cells.

The second is the various races that escaped from the prison. They did not cause much damage to the dungeon, and the dungeon guards ran very fast-the few silver coins of the weekly salary were not worth their lives.But after escaping from the dungeon, create some chaos in the city.Some were captured, some were executed, and some disappeared.

Finally, it was the reaction of the upper echelons of Midnight City.Except for the former deputy warden, who was occupied by Annan, jumping around and accusing, all the nobles turned a blind eye to it, the banquet continued as usual, and the extravagance continued. It doesn't matter whether they are watching jokes in private or not.Annan's boss and colleagues, the warden and the two deputy wardens just asked a few words to encourage Annan not to be discouraged——

This disappearing incident may only make Annan feel depressed.

"It's not uncommon 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 mean to blame you, but each of those elves They have lived for at least hundreds of years, their thoughts and cognitions have long been fixed, and you cannot reverse their thoughts in just a few days."

On the bright side, there are still 64 aliens left behind. They could have escaped from the prison but they didn't. They stood firmly on Annan's side.These are the best residents of Xingyue Bay in the future.

Annan stopped suddenly.

"Tell those mercenary groups that all the alien races have escaped from prison, and there is no one left. We suspect that they conspired before they came in. The dungeon reserves the right to pursue responsibility and demand compensation."

"……it is good."

The bard couldn't help feeling emotional, how did Annan, who was innocent and kind a few months ago, become like this...

"Also, call 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, looking at the eaves covered with snow. After Astolfo and the others appeared on the street, he returned to the desk and sat down.

"What's the matter with your voice?"

Gray Wolf walked into the study, Annan asked directly.

"Voice-changing period!" Astolfo suddenly jumped out, "Grey Wolf looks like he's in his 30s, but he's actually the same age as me!"

Annan re-observed the gray wolf, the rough and dull skin, the scar on the cheek...

"Is this 16 years old?"

"That's not surprising," echoed the bard. "Some curses and bloodlines affect the sound."

"That's right, my voice was cursed by a witch..." Gray Wolf made another abrupt girlish voice.

"Lorna?" Annan asked suddenly.

Gray Wolf, the bard, and Astolfo fell silent at the same time.

Annan thought of something, asked the maid outside the door to bring kerosene, crushed the paper and sprinkled it into the kerosene, dipped some and stretched it out to the gray wolf.

"Don't hide."

Annan wiped the cheeks of "Grey Wolf" with his fingers. 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, Annan looked at Astolfo maliciously.

"Okay...it's me." Francois resumed his original voice.

Then looking at the speechless boy, Annan tentatively asked, "Martin."

"Cousin!"

Annan recalled this adventure trip that he thought he was free, and took out a handkerchief to wipe the kerosene on his hands: "You are Francois, you are Lorna, you are Martin..."

He looked at Joan one last time.

"then who are you?"

"I am Joan Ecosella... Ecosella... Ecosella Sirin Behdad Clement!" Joan said stutteringly.

Annan looked at Astolfo...or Francois suspiciously.

"Joan is from Olmedo," he said.

"Who is Olmedo?" Joan stared at everyone vigilantly, leaning against the study door.

Francois, Lorna, and the bard were stunned, and it took a long time to accept that an outsider had actually sneaked in.

Annan had 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 Tatum Empire!" But Joan didn't believe it, and said vaguely with a strong northern accent.

"Annan is really the king of the North... Jack in "The Fall of the Mage 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

"Girl's gap, probably. Gray uh...Lorna, go and see her." François and Lorna said.

Facing Annan's gaze, the bard explained that he was not arranged here - it was a complete accident that he was in the dungeon.

In any case... With the revelation of an adventure that is under protection throughout, Annan doesn't have to be tied down anymore, just as the second magic video needs an assistant.

At this time, Rona returned to the study, washed off the disguise, and restored her original delicate appearance: "Joan ran to the orphanage, and I found this in her room."

It was a simple box, and when it was shaken, there was a sound of coins crashing.Opening the wooden box, there were more than [-] silver coins and a letter at the bottom of the box. It was written in crooked handwriting similar to Annan's: Joan granted Annan the Holy Grail Knight in the name of the princess.The money in the wooden box was a reward for Annan.

Everyone looked at each other, and unanimously decided to put the letter back, not to tell this girl who was strong but sensitive.

The next day, Joan, who had recovered to normal, returned to the dungeon, and it was the same as before except that he avoided Annan.

At noon, Annan came to Mrs. Winter's manor.She is about to go to today's banquet—the cold winter in the north, and banquets are one of the few limited ways for nobles to pass the time.

A maid is holding a vanity mirror, and a maid is combing her dress like a feather.

The leisurely Mrs. Winter made Annan puzzled: "Aren't you going to find the secret?"

"The time has not come. The magic ring is a key, and the lock can only be opened at a certain time. At that time, I should leave Betal City."

"Is it dangerous?"

Mrs. Winter in the mirror raised an arc: "Are you caring about me?"

"I'm concerned about the secret treasure."

"It's not the secret treasure that's dangerous, it's those who rob it... the royal family, alien races, and the crazy church."

"The church is also involved?"

"The secret treasure is related to the gods, and the lambs who have lost the Lord will naturally chase after the glory of the Lord..." The maid stepped back, 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."

Saying goodbye to Mrs. Winter, Annan returned to the study of the mansion, took out his notes and wrote:

[In the summer of Saint Laurent calendar 980, when the merchant Andy came home, he saw his wife and adulterer lingering in his house. Unbearable, Andy returned to the carriage, picked up the dagger, and poured red wine... The next day, When Andy regained consciousness from the 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 Betal Dungeon...]

(End of this chapter)