A strange world

Chapter 391 Chapter 49. Selecting a fiefdom

As if he were the devil's advocate, Annan spent the whole morning asking the players to fulfill the devil's contract. Finally, we arrived at the mansion rented by Freya Holy Academy. They didn't sign the contract, but they still happily paid 1,400 gold coins.

Now there is only 10,000 gold coins left from Habar Knight Academy.

Freya Holy Academy invited Annan to attend their banquet tonight. Annan declined the invitation because there were still important things to do today - good news came from Syltovis.

Annan brought honor to the college, and the dean fulfilled his contract: he asked Annan to go back and choose his own fiefdom.

It is rumored that magicians are a bunch of slackers who invented the "cleaning technique" to avoid bathing and washing clothes, the summoning "elves" to avoid cooking, and the "sweeping technique" to avoid tidying up the room. The excuse of magicians is that magic changes life. Why stand when you can lie down?

But when it comes to themselves, they work harder than anyone else - for example, the dean of Sol Magic Academy got the news yesterday and contacted his old friends and local officials to solve the fiefdom issue for Annan.

The imperial capital has a portal maintained by the Ministry of Magic, but the portal leading to Syltovis is extremely expensive, costing 10 gold.

In the name of visiting his ancestor, Annan spent 10 silver coins to buy some pastries and went back. Pretending to be curious, he asked about his ancestor's past and praised his beauty when he was young.

The old man always misses the past, and the ancestor said with emotion: "Among these descendants, only Olin is the most like me."

"You must be joking..."

Either the ancestors in the oil painting were beautified, or Olin Montreal was wearing a mask. Annan really couldn't connect the girl with a bright smile and the cold Orin Montreal.

"That's just because Orin was busy with the Knights all day. When she was a child, she always liked to sweep the flowers and plants in the flower garden with her wooden sword, which made the gardener complain. You haven't seen Orin's appearance after putting on makeup, have you? Alas... actually... It was already twenty years ago, and it seems to be right before our eyes.”

The lively girl who liked to harm flowers and plants with a wooden sword also became the unsmiling leader of the knights.

The succubus curse that is still affecting Annan allows him to subconsciously collect this information for use, but there seems to be no place that can threaten Orin.

"By the way, do you know what else can drive the floating city besides arcane energy cores?"

"Of course, this world has endless magical things." The ancestor first gave Annan hope, "Have you seen a wild boar?"

Annan nodded and shook his head.

"The meat of the wild boar is both woody and hard, with a fishy smell that is hard to get rid of. However, the nobles flocked to it because of its small number..."

The arcane energy core is almost the difference between a domestic pig and a wild boar. In other words, the arcane energy core is a cheap substitute invented by arcanists to analyze magical things.

But Annan still couldn't afford it.

"It seems that my territory is still far away from the floating city..."

Annan was emotional but not too disappointed - a distant but tangible goal will motivate people.

"Our little Annan is still a lord?"

"It used to be, but I haven't found the fiefdom yet." Annan smiled shyly. He talked about something about the northern border and asked casually, "Can you still cast spells now?"

"Some little tricks."

"Where's the portal? It just so happened that our dean helped me find the fiefdom. I want to go back and have a look."

"The emperor has a portal."

"I'm a warlock, and I have nothing to do with the Ministry of Magic." Annan flinched.

His old eyes stared at Annan with a smile: "I haven't cast a spell for a long time. Maybe you will be teleported to the void..."

"It's okay, I believe in the genius magical girl who once shocked the Tatoon Empire."

The ancestor smiled happily, raised his thin hand and gently touched Annan's chest, and then felt a dizzy feeling like teleportation.

Annan suddenly thought, couldn't the ancestors not be able to hear the sound? how……

After a brief period of weightlessness and dizziness, Annan regained consciousness.

There was no cold and dead void, no whispers and malicious gazes, no burning and vicious sulfur. Annan stood at the door of Solz Magic Academy and smelled the familiar sea breeze.

No matter who said that his ancestor was cursed and lost his power, Annan let the eighteen earth elements of Xingyue Bay overlap his body.

The legendary mage Kerberos who captured him from Xingyue Bay to the Royal Capital, his portal seemed to condense the torture of a whole day's carriage ride into just a few seconds.

As a well-known figure in Solz Magic Academy, Annan's return quickly aroused discussion, and Dean Blehim knew of his arrival before he even arrived in the dean's room.

"Your beard..."

Annan noticed that Dean Blehim's gray hair and beard had turned pale.

"You said it would make you smarter."

Annan looked at the Dean with a slightly offensive look. After dyeing his beard and hair as white as snow, Dean Blehim was an excellent candidate for Dumbledore!

The only thing missing from that wise dean is a pair of crescent glasses. Speaking of which, it seems that our ancestors can’t see clearly? Let Bronzebeard polish a pair of glasses.

"Mr. Annan, what kind of fief do you want?"

"seaside."

Annan thought for a while and added: "The fine golden sandy beach is adjacent to the forest mountains and has rivers or lakes. It is not too remote."

The floating city does not always float in the sky. It usually comes down to the ground for maintenance every few years. Only those floating cities with rich wealth will always hang in the sky like stars.

And Annan has no money to float now.

"How about the north?" said Abbot Blehim. "There is a bend in the province of Durin that matches your description."

"Is there a sea there?"

Dean Blehim shook his head, and Annan also shook his head.

"Where's Gem Bay?"

"What is that place?"

Dean Blehim, who had prepared in advance, opened a map and pointed to a remote area on the edge of the Tatoon Empire.

The terrain of Gemstone Bay is similar to that of Xingyue Bay. In one direction are rolling mountains and forests, with a river flowing into the ocean. But the environment is much more beautiful than Xingyue Bay, and you can even still see Wilhelm's floating city, which is completely in line with Annan's illusion of Xingyue Bay.

Even the name of Gem Bay is so wonderful.

"But it seems that Gem Bay is not in the empire?" Annan noticed the details.

"The Principality of Monta Bullock is a vassal state of the Tatoun Empire. Gem Bay nominally belongs to the territory of the Principality of Monta Bull Lock, but in fact it is a terra incognita. To become the lord of Gem Bay, you don't have to listen to anyone's orders. "

This is the real beauty of Gem Bay.

Dean Blehim said with slyness: "It's just that there are still some nobles who are interested in this place, and there is a price to pay for grabbing the development order..."

Annan knew what the dean wanted:

"No one can take away the title of Solz Magic Academy."