A strange world

Chapter 454 Section 111. Imperial Recruitment Order

The novel theater arrangement allowed guests to look around, and as the sky beyond the dome was obscured, the theater fell into darkness and the sounds of conversation faded away.

The familiar Blue Star logo appeared on the curtain, and then a new picture emerged: on a gloomy thunderstorm night, a red figure broke into a manor, killed a couple, and left a lightning bolt on the forehead of the infant baby. burn marks...

What happened in Sltoves happened again in the mountains of Montreal.

Two hours passed faster than expected. No one left during this period, except for the occasional sound of coughing and clearing phlegm. They were also unaware of the ghost girl floating above them.

At the end of the screening, the audience reservedly and implicitly applauded "Annan Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone," but that didn't mean they didn't like it.

On the contrary, Annan just led Alice and Martin to stand on the stage to thank everyone and announced that ticket sales would begin. The tickets for all six shows the next day were sold out by them.

Kinnar filled five wooden boxes, and the order for the Philosopher's Stone filled an entire page.

Annan made back three times the money he paid to buy the Moonlight Opera House on the first day, after taxes.

Leaving the cleaning to Tribulus and Selita Dana, who had never shown up, Annan followed Olin out.

"what are you busy with?"

Oulin had just finished watching the magic image and was about to get on her horse and leave.

"The elf royal court's envoys have arrived in the imperial capital, and we are responsible for peripheral security."

"Elf? Why?"

Oulin, who was pedaling on his horse, looked down at Annan condescendingly: "You are inquiring about the secrets of the empire."

"Sister Olin~"

"...The elves are an ancient race in Wilhelm. They believe that the alien order is harming the elves, and they demand compensation from the empire and the lifting of the alien order."

Annan supports the Elven Court, but does not think they will have any results... His impression is that the Tatun Empire is tough and humans are supreme.

While Annan was thinking, Oulin pulled the reins and left with his men.

Looking away, Isabel stood on the steps and waved to him.

Isabel said that she went to the north with the expeditionary force a few days ago. She was found and captured before leaving the empire's border. She was imprisoned for many days and was only released by her uncle today.

"That minister?"

"Do I have any other uncles?"

This may be a coincidence, but Annan's weak political acumen also felt that this was the Minister of Ceremony signaling to him that the royal family was no longer sensitive to the ruins of Saurondor.

"Do you know Selita Dana?"

"have no idea."

"What about the Dana family?"

"have no idea."

"You don't even know about the tragedy in Solendor Garden..."

"have no idea."

Annan gave up asking Isabel anything and watched her get on the carriage of the etiquette department with her mouth bulging. She ran back to the Montreal manor to take Alice and Martin back to Syltovis, and then went to ask her ancestors.

"That was a poor girl. Her family left the imperial capital and went to the south after the tragedy in Sorunduor Garden..." The ancestor said with nostalgia: "Has little Annan seen her?"

"She has been avoiding me." Annan replied helplessly, so much so that he couldn't help but let her become the second employee. "I'm going to go to the Dana family's old site to see if I can find anything else."

"You ask Darlene to come with you."

Darlene is an old maid at the estate who knows the old home of the Dana family.

Rushing back to the imperial capital from the manor, the carriage, guided by Darlene, arrived outside a house similar to that of the fur merchant Hollander and his wife.

There aren't many estates on the Montréal hills, which is one thing Annan appreciates about the Tatooine empire: even counts and legends can only live in such residences.

The person who lives here now seems to be an official. He knows Annan but doesn't like Annan: "I don't know anything. Leave."

"I just want to get back some things from the Dana family." Annan said sincerely.

"Sorry, nothing."

"Forget it...Craig..." Annan chewed the official's last name.

The official didn't pay much attention until he saw Annan getting into the carriage painted with the Montreal gold family logo.

He called Annan in a kind manner: "Do you want something from the Dana family? We put all the old things in the basement when we moved in. I'm going to go find them now, madam, and prepare desserts for our guests."

Annan followed the officials to the basement, where some old furniture was piled cluttered. The official politely said that there was nothing left in the house when he moved there, and the most useful thing was an oil painting.

The painting shows a young girl sitting in the flower garden, with long purple hair gently hanging on her right shoulder. It is not known whether she is Selita Dana or a relative of hers.

Or maybe it's a decorative painting on the street that costs dozens of silver coins.

Returning to the opera house with the only harvest, Annan came to the basement of the ghost girl's home.

"I paid a visit to the Dana family."

As the words fell, a breeze seemed to be blowing around.

"Boss, have you found the letter? Or -"

"There's nothing left." Annan shook his head and pulled off the canvas covering the portrait, "I only found this..."

"This is Miss's painting..." Tribulus's disappointment was somewhat dissipated.

"That's good."

Annan put down the painting, "I'm going back to Syltoves next, and the Moonlight Opera House will be left to you."

"Um...don't you want to see Miss?"

"I'll see you later."

Arriving at the gate of the opera house, Annan suddenly turned around with emotion.

The pale silhouette floated on the stage of the theater and saluted, and the light falling from the dome gave her a layer of holiness.

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The elf court's questioning was approved by the Ministry of Etiquette, but they refused to compensate.

"The Alien Order is a decree passed by the Holy Human Parliament. We agree that the decree is extreme, but we will not pay a single copper coin in compensation for it," the Minister of Etiquette said at the time.

When the ancestor told Annan vividly, he still wondered why the ancestor knew it even if he didn't go out, but he didn't know anything after walking around outside all day.

"You're not tall enough."

"Status? But those spectators are all nobles, and I casually meet the city lord and councilors in Syltovis."

"It's still not high enough." The ancestor said kindly: "Little Annan, when your status is high enough, even if you do nothing, they will tell you what they want to do."

Annan was thoughtful.

Anyway, things here are over for now, March is only a few days away...it's time to plant!

At this time, the servant hurried over and said that someone from the etiquette department was looking for Annan.

After arriving outside the manor, a strong man who looked more like a barbarian than an official from the Ministry of Ceremonies stood outside the gate and read out the recruitment order:

"King of the North, Champion Warlock Annan Reeves, the Imperial Etiquette Department has issued a call to you. Please go to the Etiquette Department before evening to entertain the Elf King."

"What do you mean?" Annan still didn't react.

The official of the Etiquette Department raised his eyes from the recruitment order, as if he wanted to express friendliness, but his stiff face made him only smile ferociously:

"The Empire needs your body."