A strange world

Chapter 515 Chapter 172. Carnival Night

No matter how glorious the Mad Dog Archduke was during his lifetime, the figure swaying in the breeze on the gallows is no longer the same.

He died in the square where his sister had said goodbye to Annan.

Some of the invited nobles from the principality covered their mouths with handkerchiefs, not knowing whether they were afraid of laughing out loud or dying of grief because the nobles were being tried.

They were forced by Girardi, Girardi was forced by Annan, Annan was forced by Olmedo.

From a political standpoint, Olmedo wanted to turn the principality into the back garden of Liberty City, so it was best to control Girardi, who was about to be the new Grand Duke. Annan did not do this. His idea was so simple: I don't want to take away your rights or interfere in your internal affairs. Why can't everyone sit together and make money happily?

There was also a banquet in the evening, not only to celebrate the end of the war, but also for Girardi and the nobles who followed suit.

Annan temporarily lent Ingrid to Girardi to prevent him from being defrauded of the principality's wealth by the scheming nobles outside.

Before the banquet began, Girardi asked Annan in a low voice: "Is our alliance still valid?"

"Unless someone wants to give their soul to the devil."

Girardi was relieved and no longer had to worry about becoming Annan's puppet, and even wanted to move the capital to the Watch Territory to take advantage of Annan's protection.

Girardi, who came to the banquet, was surrounded by the principality nobles, while Annan was surrounded by the wives and daughters of the principality nobles.

Annan, surrounded by fragrance and admiration, talked about the beginning and end of the war. At a certain moment, he saw Itilia appearing upstairs pushing a wheelchair.

Annan's words changed: "How could Mad Dog Grand Duke hurt his sister like this! My sister is here to feel sorry for me!"

"Do you like a sister like me?" A lady in her twenties chuckled.

"Mrs. Drew, please respect yourself."

"What? How much do you want to hug me?" Mrs. Drew covered her red lips in surprise.

How come these ladies are like succubi... Speaking of demons, I wonder if Belludona has turned positive.

With the excuse that her sister was here, Annan pulled away from the girls and came to Itilia.

"Do you have any that you like?" Itilia smiled softly.

"No." Annan said nonchalantly.

A hint of worry appeared in Idilia: "You don't really want to find a foreign wife, do you?"

Annan's cheeks suddenly felt hot: "I...I'm still too young."

"The North is gone. I should no longer discipline you from a family perspective...but your first wife should be a human, at least an elf, or a dragon."

"You know? Layla has always liked you."

Annan breathed a sigh of relief: "I also like the second sister very much."

Itilia tilted her head, as if to see something on Annan's face, and said something else: "Do you want to keep Mr. Dar?"

"He probably doesn't want to stay here..." Annan looked for the gray-robed mage at the banquet. He stood with some of the nobles of the principality. "I assume he's going back with Girardi?"

Annan didn't want to retain the gray-robed mage because he was wary - this actually had something to do with Olmedo's father.

They are both epics, prophecies, and none of them like to speak human words... so much so that they all leave a shadow.

After receiving the inheritance from the Mad Dog Archduke, Girardi was being held up by the nobles, but he had not forgotten who the real hero was. He ran up to Annan and Itilia and spoke excitedly about the inheritance he had received.

"The Mad Dog Archduke also has a synthetic beast, are you interested?"

Annan had seen that ferocious and ugly synthetic beast, without any sense of beauty. Moreover, the Mad Dog Archduke kept feeding him erring servants and captured civilians.

Girardi didn't want it either and said in disgust: "Then kill him."

"Grand Duke, Mr. Annan, can you give it to me?" The gray-robed mage came over.

"good."

"Are you ready to return to the Mage Association?" Annan asked.

"This generation of mad blood has ended...thanks to you, Mr. Annan." The gray-robed mage motioned to Annan.

"As a meritorious official of the principality, it's reasonable for me to want something, right?"

"what do you want?"

"Those mages of yours...I won't force them, but if there are mages who are willing to stay in Liberty City, you can't stop them."

"certainly."

The president of the Mages Association has no objection, and neither does the new Grand Duke.

The banquet was still going on, and Annan quickly ran out of the lobby of the City Lord's Mansion.

Civilians were having their own carnival in the streets. They brought out their tables and put a bunch of food on them. The magic video was projected in the open air, and people who had watched "The Fall of the Wizard's Tower" imitated the dance in it and sang and danced at the intersection, just to celebrate the end of the war and threat.

There was only one street from the city lord's palace to the mansion where the mages lived, but Annan declined eight invitations to dance and sixteen invitations to taste delicious food, and then led more than a hundred confused mages to the construction site of the mages' tower.

"This is the foundation of the future Free City Mage Tower. The Mage Tower is made of all orichalcum."

Annan invited one of the elite mages to release the fireball technique: during the carnival night of freedom, the blazing fireball technique was like fireworks, hitting a piece of orichalcum standing on the foundation, leaving no trace and annihilating it.

The mages fell into a sluggish state. As we all know, one hundred pounds of gold coins cannot buy ten pounds of orichalcum. And use orichalcum to build a mage tower...

"Those of you who remain will become the first generation of Mage Tower members."

Just like no warlock can refuse a foreign race, no mage can refuse a mage tower.

Annan got the answer from the mages' obsession, and without further nonsense, he returned to the city lord's palace to tell the gray-robed mage the "good news".

The gray-robed mage fulfilled his agreement and did not stop them.

Annan returned to Itilia and remembered something: "Sister, in whose name is this banquet held?"

"What's wrong with you?"

The smile disappeared from Annan's face.

But I can't blame the eldest sister, she doesn't know her "curse".

Annan, who lost interest, stopped attending the banquet and ran to the bedroom on the third floor.

Lily sat aside, and Silly Cat lay in front of the window sill, feeling weak.

"Annan, what's wrong with it?" Lily jumped down to greet Annan.

"Cats are timid creatures. They should be frightened by the devil's eyes." Annan picked up Lily and put her back on the window sill. "You are not Lily. It is normal to be frightened."

"Woo~"

Silly Cat made a feeble protest.

Annan stroked the head of the silly cat who was too lazy to resist, "It turns out that it was Lily who was so frightened by our ancestors that she crawled into my arms."

"Are you calling Cat?"

Lily, who was staring at the excitement outside the window, raised her head.

Annan stayed in his bedroom until late at night. The banquets in the halls on the street ended one after another, and the nobles returned to their mansions.

Fortunately everything seems to be going well at the party... So what's the unfortunate part...?