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Chapter 987 Chapter 218. "Let the Magic Fly"

Annan stayed in the town and didn't even go out.

He walked out of the room on the afternoon of the second day after arriving in the town. Maria, who was drinking black tea in the living room downstairs and flipping through "The Glory of Ricanal" collected by Helrit, heard the dull footsteps.

She looked up and saw Annan, dressed in leather boots, an old-style aristocratic dress, and black glasses, standing on the third step of the stairs.

"Are they similar?" he asked without thinking.

"like what?"

"My humble self, Alexander."

Maria thought for a moment and then relaxed her brows: "Another magic video of yours?"

"uh-huh."

Maria put down the newspaper and looked at Annan's outfit: "What are you playing this time, a charming guy?"

Annan walked down the stairs and recalled the plot of the original novel: "It's about the same."

"Can I listen?"

Annan handed the script to Maria: "It's just a draft, I still need to revise and fill in..." He turned his head back and forth. "Where's Elimoyas?"

"She's scavenging the town...patrolling."

"……Understood."

Maria lowered her head and opened the script: The story begins on a moving train. Bond David, his wife, and his staff went to the city of Swen to serve as the city lord. They were singing on the train when they were suddenly robbed by the poker bandit Alexander.

Maria knew the poker cards, and she could barely associate the cards with the bandits, but what was that train?
"What's a train?"

"It's... a tool similar to a magic musket."

A train propelled by gunpowder? Maria couldn't imagine that. Would the people on the train be able to bear it?
Annan pondered. It was indeed a bit far-fetched to force the train in... Taking the opportunity to let Bronzebeard build a train? Wouldn't that make him the dumpling wrapped in vinegar?
Moreover, for a floating city, Annan really couldn't think of the point of having a train, although they would return to the ground sooner or later...

"Then let's change it to a carriage."

Although it lacks some homophonic meaning, people from the Allen Continent can't understand it anyway. As for the irony of the horse-drawn train... it's too obscure and ordinary people may not understand it. It's not enough to target the Kingdom of Rekanel. It's better to change it to a human-drawn carriage...

Maria didn't know Annan's inner thoughts, so she continued to watch:

In order to save his life, Bond David said that he was a staff member. When the Poker Bandits learned that they were going to work in the city of Swen, they proposed to play the role of the city lord and go to Swen to make money.

The city of Sweng is controlled by three major families, the largest noble among them is Herrit, who is the fourth in the family...

Maria looked up: "Did you get the inspiration after coming in?"

"Yes."

"It's amazing..."

Since they were no longer enemies, the more Maria looked at Annan, the more she felt that he was outstanding. It would be great if he was a ratman... Forget it, if he was a ratman, they would never have the chance to meet.

When Alexander arrived in the city of Sion, he found that the people were all poor and the money was in the hands of the three major families, so he planned to squeeze money from them. After a series of battles of wits and courage, and the sacrifice of his brother's death, he finally eliminated Herrit, distributed all the money to the people, and then parted ways.

"This story...feels very smooth to me." Maria's praise was reluctant.

"Because the essence lies not in the bones, but in the skin and flesh." Annan has not yet polished it and filled it with lines that will last for two thousand years in the Saint Laurent calendar.

"I'm looking forward to it." Maria returned the script, "Are we still moving forward?"

Annan shook his head: "Not yet... This magic video is more important. You tell Little Smo that the Free Blade can move freely from now on."

"understood."

Maria watched Annan, who had taken back the script, go back upstairs humming a strange but catchy melody of "thump, thump, thump, thump thump~".

It was already the third day since the town was returned to Freeblade when Annan came out again. Snow had been falling outside since last night, and at this moment, Ilimayas and Maria were sitting in front of the fireplace in the living room and talking.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but there seems to be an extra gem on the hem of Elimoya’s skirt…

"Finished?" Maria asked.

"Done." Annan looked at Elimoyas, who had taken away the lighter treasures before he came down, and was holding a newspaper upside down and pretending to be serious.

Blue dragons have no interest in anything except treasure.

Fortunately, there is someone who knows the value of it in Liberty City.

Annan opened the portal and waved the script to Olmedo.

"What is this? An account book?"

"My seventh magic image." Annan raised his head slightly, as if Princess Scarlet would scream "You imitate me" when she saw it.

Unexpectedly, Olmedo frowned when he heard this: "You so fast?"

"What words..."

"I mean, it's only been a month since our last magic video... It's been released too frequently, and the people have no money left, and there's no money to be made..."

Then I saw Annan raising his finger and shouting, "Oh yes, there is this sentence!" and he opened the script and wrote it down.

In fact, Olmedo is not too worried about this. With the number of commercial streets and theaters in Liberty City now, she can easily earn hundreds of thousands of gold coins... What she is worried about is that the short interval between Annan's creations will lead to a decline in quality.

“You can worry about everything except quality.”

The magical image in Annan’s mind was enough to capture January 1145, 1 in the Saint Laurent calendar.

"What kind of magic image is this time?" Olmedo stretched out his hand.

Annan handed over the script: "About Liberty City."

"Didn't we make a movie called 300?"

"It only promotes the bravery of the Free City warriors and does not adequately describe the despicable nature of the Kingdom of Rekanel."

Olmedo first glanced at the thickness of the script, more than fifty pages...it seemed that it was not a complete script.

She read very quickly, a habit she developed in Breeze City. She could maintain her speed while remembering every line.

"Well... these lines... are very concise and contain a lot of information."

Even the dullest person can tell whether a script is exciting or not after reading a few. Olmedo imagined the words as pictures and quickly turned the pages. "How are you going to shoot it? Are you coming back?"

"It's in my town. Tell Betty and the others to bring all the actors over."

"A town that inspires you? Okay..."

The portal can last for ten minutes, but before the time was up, Olmedo had already turned to the last page.

"what?"

She saw what Annan had hidden in the ending: although the ending of the original story was based on reality, it was a bit regrettable. Annan gilded the lily and added legs to the venomous snake by changing the ending to make it more in line with the background.

Alexander and his poker bandit brothers were about to separate, and finally in front of the carriage, the third brother and his brothers said, "We are going to Wilhelm."

"Wilhelm is over there," Alexander said, pointing to the south.

They smiled at each other: "Liberty City is Wilhelm, and Wilhelm is Liberty City!"

(End of this chapter)