A strange world

Chapter 203 Chapter 56. Who is Yirelanze

"You...your black tea..."

Holding the steaming black tea, Joan entered the study, restrained and careful.

"Don't use this tone. The princess of the Tatoon Empire has a similar status to the King of the North..."

Annan turned sideways slightly, his black eyes scanning the window, planning the chance of breaking through the window and jumping out.

Joan put down the black tea, still looking timid, and Annan had no choice but to continue: "It is said that seven hundred years ago, the princess of the Kingdom of Ruikaner appointed a King of the North as an honorary guardian knight. This was also a treat for the King of the North. An honor."

"Really?" Joan's eyes seemed to light up.

"The Reeves family never lies."

Joan returned to her usual sensitive and proud look and left. The door closed, Annan regained his relaxation, and his eyes fell on the steaming black tea... Is this cup of black tea really drinkable?

There are traces of Joan's life, from growing up in an orphanage, to becoming a businessman, to every money sent to the orphanage. There is no reason for her to be Mentor Yililanze...unless Mentor Yililanze kills her The real Joan used deformation to disguise herself as Joan, lurking around her and waiting for opportunities!

The swaying fire in the fireplace reflected Annan's gloomy face, and he didn't notice a figure entering the study.

Olmedo is not the second sister Leila, so she has no reason to play tricks on herself... So who is the elf mentor?

Francois is actually an elf mentor pretending to be? The gray wolf appears to be Lorna, but is he actually an elf mentor? Is it really just a coincidence that the bard appeared in Bethal City and happened to be in the dungeon...?

Knock knock knock——

The sound of knocking on the table woke Annan up, and a figure stood in front of the table.

"ah!"

Annan shouted, startling the bard: "What's wrong with you!?"

"I...I fell asleep." Annan regained his mood. It is indeed easy for people to think blindly late at night.

"You sleep with your eyes open?"

"This is Bethal City, I need to be vigilant at all times..." Annan pushed the black tea in front of the bard, avoiding embarrassing topics for him: "Do you have anything to do with me?"

"Why do you keep running to the dungeon these days? When will you film "Betal's Redemption"?" the bard urged impatiently. He couldn't wait to become an elite bard and show off to Fast.

"I'm observing the prisoners on the first two floors... There are many people in this dungeon who took the initiative to spend the winter in prison in order to survive, and there are also people who have been framed and falsely accused... There are even people who were imprisoned in the dungeon because they blocked the way of the nobles. .”

"What about "Betal's Redemption"?"

"The actors still need to be familiar with the script. I will go to the warden tomorrow to renovate the dungeon."

But at least this time it won't be as unfamiliar as "The Fall of the Mage Tower". Annan is also planning to train Francois, and then let him remake many famous epics in this world to make more money for Xingyue Bay.

"Why don't you go back to Breeze City to take pictures?" The bard sat by the fireplace.

“Why does Breeze crave a port?”

These two questions point to a common answer: Breeze City at the foot of the snow-capped mountains is the northernmost point of the kingdom. To trade with it, you must pass through Betar City and Plenty City, and things can only be sent to Breeze City, and very few things are sent out - Annan Lai This is evidence that "The Fall of the Mage Tower" was not widely circulated in Betar City at that time.

Moreover, the sheep in Breeze City currently has no wool for Annan to harvest, while Bethal City still has...

"What do you feel?" Annan suddenly asked.

"Feeling? I feel great. It would be even better if you could start filming tomorrow."

"I mean fever, lethargy, sleepiness, desire... desire."

"You're right, I should go to bed." The bard, who thought Annan was chasing people away, stood up.

After confirming that the bard really had no symptoms, Annan stopped him: "I want to write a cast list, and I don't know your name yet."

"Can't a bard do it?"

"How can you sing without a name?"

“Then ‘The Bard Who Comes with the Wind’.”

…

Quiet night with nothing going on. On a cloudy morning, Annan and Francois set out for the warden's mansion. But when he stepped out of the carriage in front of the gate, the meowing of a cat on the street attracted his attention.

A three- to four-month-old snow-white kitten was lying in the snow on the roadside, almost blending in with the snowdrift.

Annan picked up this kitten, which was not afraid of people, and smelled the fragrant scent from the snow-white soft hair. Was it a lost cat of a certain noble?

It's going to snow. A kitten can't survive in such cold weather. It will either freeze to death or be eaten by hungry people.

Annan picked it up and asked the housekeeper standing at the gate to greet it if it was the warden's queen cat. He first put the kitten into the carriage, but as soon as he let go, the kitten jumped out and crawled along his trouser legs to his chest. Annan had no choice but to carry it into the official residence.

The warden sat in the living room in loose clothes, showering free compliments and compliments, but a disagreement arose when Annan proposed renovating the dungeon. The warden tactfully told Annan that the renovation of the dungeon required funding from the city lord's palace, so it had to be decided through consultation between the dungeon, the city lord's palace, and the councillors.

"how long it takes?"

"We can put it on the agenda in the spring..."

Francois came up and said that he knew what would happen next: they would first rank your suggestions behind a bunch of incomprehensible proposals, such as adding a door to the city lord's palace, the chairs in the council chamber being too hard and needing to be covered with velvet, falling down. Only when there is a thick layer of dust can it be sent to the parliament. Councilors will review and approve proposals at their leisure. At some point, your proposal is finally passed and sent to the finance department of the city lord's palace along with a mountain of other proposals. I don’t know how long it has passed, but the finance department fished your proposal out of the dust and told you that this plan was signed by the previous member of parliament, has expired, and needs to be submitted to the parliament again for approval...

The warden also acted as if Annan was one of his own: "They are just prisoners. You don't need to be so nice to them. They will never disappear. Once a group dies, there will be another group, just like wheat in the farmland!"

Annan felt his throat was a little itchy and looked around, but in the warden's mansion, there was no other place to spit except his face.

"Mr. Warden, do you think Mrs. Winter will wait patiently for so long?" Annan had to carry out Mrs. Winter: "I am just a deputy warden. Mrs. Winter will take me with her when she leaves to run the dungeon. It’s not good for me…”

"...May I ask why Mrs. Winter did this?" The warden turned cautious.

"Madam likes stories. After I told her about the prisoners' situation, she wanted to do something..."

If Annan wants to deal with politicians, he must learn how politicians think. He closed the kitten's ears with his hands so that it would not be contaminated by the adult world: "Mr. Warden, do you really want to give up the opportunity for Mrs. Winter to look at you? Just to prevent you from having to pay for it yourself. dungeon expansion?”