Alien world

Chapter 917 Chapter 148. Invitation
As the news of the premiere of "300" tomorrow spread, the spies in the city finally knew what Annan and his group of people were busy with these days.

People in the outside world had their own thoughts. The nobles and merchants envied Annan for making a fortune again, and waved their money to find someone who could also finish filming the magic movie in five days. The women were concerned about whether Annan would star in the sixth magic movie, and which dream lover he would play. The professionals felt that the champion warlock had finally done what a warlock should do.

There was no need for publicity, the name of Annan alone was enough to make people willing to pay to go to the theater. Instead, they were worried that the victory parade would be held the day after tomorrow, and at most only a few thousand viewers could watch "300 from Liberty City" in one day, which would hardly have the effect of disgusting the Kingdom of Rekanel.

"Aren't there a lot of theaters in Montreal? Go talk to them and rent their venues. The fee... just pay 10%, after tax," said Annan.

Francois took his people to negotiate. When he made an offer, the theater owner, who was smiling just now, suddenly said angrily: "Five percent? Are you humiliating us!?"

"We are already very sincere..."

"Everyone knows that you only took five days to shoot the magic image. Who knows how shoddy it is? Our theater has a long history and is deeply loved by the royal family. You are tarnishing our reputation! Now, get out with your people--"

"boss!"

The assistant suddenly trotted over and whispered a number into the boss's ear.

"……real?"

Then he looked in astonishment at Francois, who was smiling politely.

He didn't expect that the 5% profit from Magic Image would be higher than the performance, and it was pure profit, without having to pay any fees to the actors and workers...

"Well, if it's 10%, I can consider it..." The boss coughed stiffly.

"We chose your theater because Lord Annan has always remembered you after the last party, but if you can't accept it, we can only negotiate with other theaters." Francois's smile remained unchanged.

"Well then... for the sake of the champion warlock. But I have one more request."

"Please tell me."

“Um…” The boss tilted his head, and after the sensible assistant pushed him away, he said awkwardly: “My daughter likes Annan very much, can you let Annan——”

"Of course. Lord Annan has always cared about his fans."

……

"Are you asking me to send my own fans to the battlefield myself?" Annan said sarcastically.

"You can't say that, we had no choice," Francois comforted.

Annan and Francois walked along the coastal street - it is still the coast, but covered by a sea of ​​clouds.

The only two remaining white dragons lost their companions and their favorite fish, but they still soared heartlessly in the sea of ​​clouds.

The dragon tamer Elder stood on the remaining beach outside the fence, silently looking at the white dragon.

He had been quiet since the war.

Annan sighed, "I know... so I can't do this again in the future."

Francois didn't know whether Annan's words "we can't do this anymore" meant sending the people he loved to the battlefield or intervening in the war again.

In short, after spending the whole afternoon on the road, Francois negotiated with nine theaters in total. Including the Moonlight Opera House, ten theaters would show the film at the same time for one day, which would allow almost...one percent of the citizens of Montreal to see it.

Well, still not much. But considering that it is easier for the nobles and the rich to get tickets on the first day, their influence and voice are greater.

Francois hesitated to speak.

"What do you want to say?" Annan asked him.

"Does your method really work?"

"Which one are you talking about?"

"Both, the military parade and the magic image." Annan saw the dragon tamer Elder turned around and waved at him: "What else can we do? We can't assassinate him on Mount Montreal."

Francois smiled as if he was remembering something from the past.

"Actually, this can also be considered a war." Annan suddenly spoke.

"War? We didn't do anything."

"What do you understand by war?" Annan looked at him.

"It's just... blood, fire, screams, pain, death... all these things are intertwined together in a mess."

"Have you ever thought about another form of warfare?"

"Another...war?"

"There are two countries. One is well prepared for war and all its people are soldiers. The other is a prosperous business but empty inside. These two countries are mortal enemies. Who do you think will win?"

"It should be a country that can fight a war, right?"

"This is war in the traditional sense. So, what if the commercially developed country suddenly blocks the war-capable country and stops selling it food, steel and resources?"

Francois wanted to say, "If we attack them, we will have everything," but Annan obviously did not want to hear such an answer based on his assumptions.

"This……"

"Unless that country can conquer commercial countries with ease, they will be destroyed by this 'child's play' war," Annan said softly. "It does not involve aggression or coercion, but the damage it causes is several times that of a real war."

"So you know why I don't like nobles?"

Francois was stunned and said, "Because they are the practitioners of this set of rules..."

"That's right. The continent of Allen is constantly at war, and ordinary people fall one after another like wheat fields in autumn, but the nobles are always high above... Because of the commercial war, their exploitation will not be seen by others, and the common people will not know that there is an invisible hand manipulating their lives. They will hate the hooligans who trample on the wheat fields, the tax collectors who collect too much tax, and the rude and barbaric mercenaries, but they will not hate the noble lords who 'look easy to talk to.'"

Francois needed time to digest the situation. He changed the subject: "Are we going to have a premiere?"

"No, it's better to have more screenings than to let the nobles occupy the toilet without doing anything. But we can send invitations to the nobles and the rich. They like this form that can show that they are different from others... Oh, right."

Annan thought of an interesting idea: "Send a copy to the Kingdom of Rekanel as well."

……

Next to the Imperial Etiquette Department, the embassy where the Kingdom of Rekanel is staying.

Monson Montreal sat in the living room and said to Cynthia and Arnold who came downstairs one after another: "That guy sent us an invitation."

They all knew who "that guy" was.

"What invitation? A party?"

"No, it's the premiere of Magic Image."

Cynthia's eyes lit up instantly, while Arnold frowned: "Why would he show his kindness to us? Maybe there is a conspiracy..."

"Arnock, you don't understand the nobility." Monzon Montreal said with a smug smile, "That guy is a little special, but no exception. We were invited by the Golden Family, how could he not be afraid?"

Monzon Montreal picked up the invitation.

“I’m really looking forward to seeing the champion warlock showing an expression of reluctance yet having to yield…”

(End of this chapter)