A strange world

Chapter 987 Chapter 218. "Let the Magic Fly"

Annan stayed in the town and didn't even leave the house.

He walked out of the room in the afternoon of the second day after arriving in the town. Maria, who was drinking black tea in the living room downstairs and looking through the "Glory of Rekaner" collected by Herritt, heard the dull sound of footsteps.

She raised her head and saw Annan, who had put on leather boots, old-style aristocratic dress, and blackened glasses, standing on the third step of the stairs.

"Is it similar?" he asked confusedly.

"like what?"

"My lord, Alexander."

Maria thought for a while, her brows widened: "Another of your magic images?"

"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: "Absolutely."

"Can I hear it?"

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

"She scoured the town... patrolling."

"……Understood."

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

Maria knew the Poker, and she could barely relate to the Poker Bandit, but what was that train?

"What is a train?"

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

A car propelled by gunpowder? Maria couldn't imagine that scene. Could the people in the train bear it?

Annan pondered, and it was indeed far-fetched to force the train in... Taking the opportunity to let Bronzebeard build the train? Wouldn’t that become this plate of vinegar-wrapped dumplings?

And in a floating city, Annan really couldn't see the point of having a train, even though they would return to the ground sooner or later...

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

Although there are some homophonic meanings missing, people in Allen Continent can’t understand it anyway. As for the irony of the horse-drawn train... it's too obscure for ordinary people to understand, and it doesn't have enough of a meaning against the Kingdom of Ruikan. It's better to change it to someone pulling the carriage...

Maria didn't know Annan's inner drama, so she continued reading:

In order to survive, Bond David said that he was a staff member. The poker gangster learned that they were going to Si Weng City to take office, so he proposed to play the role of the city lord and go to Si Weng City to make money.

The city of Sion is controlled by three major families, the largest of which is Herrit, who ranks fourth in the family...

Maria raised her head: "Did you get the idea after coming in?"

"That's right."

"It's amazing..."

Since they were not enemies, the more Maria looked at Anan, the more excellent she felt. It would be great if he was a rat-man... Forget it, if he were a rat-man, they would have no chance to meet.

When Alexander came to Siwen City, 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 at the sacrifice of his godbrother's death, Herrit was finally eliminated, all the money was distributed to the people, and then they parted ways——

"This story... makes me feel very smooth." Maria praised reluctantly.

"Because the essence is not in the bones, but in the skin and flesh." Annan has not yet polished it, filling in the lines that can be passed down to Saint Laurent for two thousand years.

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

Annan shook his head: "Not yet... this magical image is more important. You tell Little Small that the Freedom Blade will move freely next."

"knew."

Maria watched Annan, who had taken back the script, return upstairs humming the unfamiliar but ear-piercing melody of "唔, 唔, 唔, 唔唔唔~".

It was already the third day since Annan came out again that this town had returned to the Blade of Freedom.

There were snowflakes falling outside since last night. At this time, Ilimoyas and Maria were sitting in front of the fireplace in the living room, talking.

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

"Done?" Maria asked.

"It's done." Annan looked at Ilimoyas. She had taken away the lighter treasure before she came down, and was holding a newspaper backwards to show off.

Blue dragons are not interested in anything but treasure.

Fortunately, there are knowledgeable people far away in Liberty City.

Annan opened the portal and waved the script to Olmedo to read.

"What is this? A ledger?"

"My seventh magical image." Annan raised his head slightly, as if the Scarlet Princess looked at it and screamed "You imitate me".

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

"What words..."

"What I mean is that it has only been a month since our last magic video was released...it was released too frequently, and the people have no money and no money to exploit..."

Then I saw Annan holding up his finger and shouting, "Oh, yes, there's this sentence too!" 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, 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 reduce the quality.

“You can worry about everything except quality.”

The magical image in Annan's mind was enough to capture January 4, 1145 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 from Liberty City?"

"That only promotes the bravery of the Liberty City warriors, and doesn't describe the despicableness of the Kingdom of Rekanel enough."

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

She reads very quickly, which is a habit she developed in Breeze City. She can remember every line while keeping the speed.

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

Even the dullest people can tell whether the script is exciting after reading a few scripts. Olmedo imagined the words as pictures and turned the pages quickly, "How are you going to shoot? Come back?"

"In the town where I am, tell Betty and the others to bring all the actors here."

"The town that inspired you? Good..."

The portal can last for ten minutes, and before the time is up, Olmedo turned to the last page.

"Huh?"

She saw what Annan had hidden at the end: the ending of the original story was based on reality, but it was a bit regrettable. Annan gilded the lily and added legs to the venomous snake to change the ending to be more in line with the background.

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

"Wilhelm is over there." Alexander pointed to the south and said.

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