A strange world

Chapter 450 Chapter 107. The Phantom of the Theater

The task of maintaining the original appearance of the ruins and repairing them extinguished the excitement of the dwarf elves who first came to the imperial capital.

According to Annan: "This task is full of difficulties, so it is handed over to my chief architect."

After seeing the light shining through the holes in the dome, Eli Rubble, who had the same eye for beautiful things as Annan, knew what to do.

In particular, Annan gave him a budget of two thousand gold naars.

Eli Gravel excitedly suggested patching the dome with crystal - a technique he was already familiar with when building crystal lairs. Annan was about to agree when he rejected it muttering to himself: "No, no... light will be refracted by crystal, we want to be natural... natural... how about using glass?"

"Is it strong enough?"

"We can find an alchemist to make a big piece... No, that kind of light would be unnatural..." Eli Ruishi fell into talking to himself again.

Annan looked at the sunshine that seemed to pierce through the dark clouds in the storm, and suddenly said: "Then keep it."

“What about bad weather?”

"Gravel, this is a magical world." Annan said with a smile.

Also retained were the vines and moss—key to keeping the Moonlight Opera House natural.

As for the gravel and collapsed seats, there is no need to maintain the status quo... they can't let the audience go back covered in ashes.

As long as they clean up the dust and strengthen the walls, they can complete the renovation with only a few dozen gold coins. Hiring workers is probably the most expensive thing - but it doesn't matter, Annan plans to hire the poor people wandering around the ruins of Solundor nearby.

When people are stuck in the quagmire, Annan will not be stingy with his helping hand.

Orin said nothing, and even took the initiative to send a team of knights to maintain order. Those knights with shining armor were enough to make nearby residents and workers keep their hands on themselves.

The Moonlight Opera House, which had been silent and desolate for a long time, returned to bustle. The cloaked Eli Gravel was directing the clumsy workers, and occasionally scolded the workers loudly for picking off dead vines.

Speaking of which, they didn't find the homeless man hiding here. I don’t know if I was scared away by Annan yesterday, or if there is really a ghost...

While they were working, Annan was exploring the theater that was now his own.

There is also a basement at the back of the theater, but the falling dome destroyed the entrance and workers are carrying rubble.

Spellcasting and magical creatures are prohibited on Mount Montreal, and Annan was reluctant to spend money to hire professionals, so he let the workers clean it up slowly.

In the evening, Annan distributed a pile of silver coins to the workers. About two hundred workers worked for a whole day for only two gold coins. They also wanted to thank Annan for his generosity...

"Gravel, prepare some meat for them to have as lunch."

"You want me to go?" The cloak, like a stool covered with gauze, moved.

"Okay, I'll let... let the groom go." Della couldn't enter the city, so it was time to find an assistant.

After giving the groom a gold coin, Annan and Eli Rubble stood in the much empty theater hall. The chair hadn't been delivered yet, so Annan was ready to try out the effect under the cover of night.

After placing the magic stone on the stage, Annan returned to Eli Rubble.

Weird tunes sounded, and the sound of the Sorcerer's Stone seemed to ring in the ears after being surrounded by the opera house. Annan thought of something and changed the magic stone to "The Fall of the Wizard's Tower". When the rat tide appeared, the sparse sounds seemed to be coming from all directions in the theater.

People in this world seem to have not experienced the baptism of terror... Annan couldn't help but think maliciously, looking around the hall illuminated by the influence of the secret technique, and suddenly saw a pale outline floating in the corner.

Annan rubbed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he had disappeared.

Maybe I saw it wrong...but usually when I think like this, it means I saw it right.

Annan turned his head, and within a few seconds he turned back suddenly, and the pale outline disappeared in a flash.

Suspicious, Annan slowly turned his head...and suddenly looked back again, and the unexpected silhouette disappeared again.

"Ruishi...do you feel anything strange?" Annan's hand dropped naturally and patted Eli Ruishi's shoulder.

"It's like Rat Man on my face." Eli Rubble was still immersed in the immersive sound effects.

Annan took advantage of this moment to look back again, but did not see the phantom again.

"Let's go back."

Stepping onto the stage and putting away the Philosopher's Stone, Annan and Eli Rubble left the opera house with unfinished thoughts.

The cold moonlight shone into the theater, and the moss-covered ruins were silent. At a certain moment, the soft singing of "The Fall of the Wizard's Tower" echoed in the opera house...

…

"Slow down...slow down! Don't mop the floor! Even if I hit you, don't scratch my steps!"

At noon, the workers endured the screams of short men who looked like goblins.

For pay and lunch's sake.

Several workers removed the heaviest rubble, and an exit to the basement emerged.

Annan called Ou Lin, not because he was afraid of the phantom last night. Dust was flying everywhere, and when it settled they entered the basement accompanied by the knight holding the magic lamp.

The space under the stage was used as a changing room, and the clothes were covered with dust.

They found several skeletons leaning on each other in the corner of the dusty dressing room. The rock wall was covered with faded and dried brown scratches...

"They should be the maids at the time of the accident." Olin said, staring at the bones.

"how do you know?"

"pelvis."

"Lord Knight, the bones of the maid who had the accident have been found." The knight clerk said at this time.

"So there's no way to find out who they are?" Annan asked.

The knight clerk nodded.

Because of the original royal dispute, the ruins of Solonduo have long since become a mess, with no one interfering, no one dealing with it, and no one paying attention.

"My suggestion is... don't continue the investigation." The knight clerk reminded Annan in a low voice.

Annan looked at Ou Lin, and Ou Lin avoided his gaze.

Because her last name is Montreal.

Annan nodded and had no choice but to bury these poor people in the garden outside the Moonlight Opera House.

After digging a deep pit, and when the knights were about to put the indistinguishable bones in the bags into the grave, Annan interrupted: "Leave it to me in the end."

The knight stepped back. Annan held the bags and put them into the grave gently. He whispered as if he was wishing good night: "If you are still unwilling, tell me who the murderer is tonight..."

Annan didn't tell Olin about the ghost.

Originally there was no time, but now it becomes meaningless...

After filling a few shovels with soil, Annan handed the shovel to the knight and continued to look busy in the theater as usual.

Brand new benches were put in place and the shocking marks in the basement were wiped away.

In the evening, Annan and Olin said goodbye, rejected Eli Rubble, and stayed alone in the Moonlight Theater as night fell.

"The Fall of the Wizard's Tower" was being shown on the stage, and Annan was sitting on a bench, waiting for midnight to arrive.