A strange world

Chapter 529 Section 186. Orichalcum Armor

"I have a friend who gets kicked around like a ball..."

"Your friends should resist." Bronzebeard still suggested seriously.

"There is no way to resist, he is a prisoner." Annan said, "Do you think orichalcum armor can protect him?"

"Try fine iron?"

"I'm afraid it won't work either. No material can withstand the attack my... friend received. He went through plate armor, but it was as thin as a layer of kraft paper."

"I don't care, but do you really want to spend 20,000 to 30,000 gold coins to buy an orichalcum armor for your friend?" Bronzebeard, who was kept in the dark, lamented Annan's kindness.

"It doesn't matter. After all, when it's no longer useful, we can send the orichalcum back and turn it into building materials."

Their source of purchase for orichalcum was a royal alchemy room in Wilhelm. The Tatooine Empire can also purchase it, but the city lord's government agreed that it would be a good idea to take this opportunity to lay a solid foundation with Wilhelm's forces.

Moreover, the royal alchemy room is reasonably priced, never runs out of time, and has no shortcomings except arrogance.

"Remember to urge them to deliver it before this week."

As for how to survive this period of time...as long as you don't sleep, you'll be fine!

"Remember to give me some orcs!"

While Bronzebeard was chattering, Annan came out of the sweltering blacksmith shop. He had one more thing to do today - to say goodbye to Girardi.

The streets were much cleaner than usual - there was no longer the scene of people sleeping rough on both sides of the road. Partly because the expanded Liberty City accommodated them, and partly because many people gathered outside the city, preparing to go home.

Annan saw Giraldi, who was surrounded by a group of nobles who had arrived. The gray-robed wizard and the wizards were standing not far away.

Girardi also saw Annan, and then without thinking, he ran away from the nobles surrounding him and told Annan in a low voice that he would stop when he reached the watch territory and build a new principality capital there.

"Have you thought about it?"

"Yeah. Basically, the northern nobles have supported Crazy... Gilles. If they can betray Gilles and support me, they can betray me and support others..."

Annan wanted to say that the main reason why they betrayed Gilles was because of his cruelty... But Girardi, who had lost everything before and had no one to help him, felt insecure. He even asked Annan to send a team of musketeers to assist him.

"You are not my vassal, Girardi. As the leader of the principality, you must not rely on others, so as not to plunge the principality into turmoil."

Even the ignorant Annan knew that a cowardly monarch would allow conspiracy and betrayal to breed.

Girardi is not completely absent, for example, the Gray Robe Mage and his Mage Tower Association obey his orders. Lord Lorraine and his knights are also loyal - presumably.

Girardi finally gave up on garrisoning troops, but then he said: "We can jointly build a road in Liberty City and the Watch Territory."

Annan thinks this is feasible: "You provide the money, and I provide the people."

"no problem."

Annan finally relaxed a little. In recent months, and even this year, Liberty City no longer has to worry about people not having jobs.

As for what to do next year or when there is an influx of people in Liberty City again...then build another railway.

A steam engine is difficult to reproduce, but a magic steam engine shouldn't be difficult?

The time for departure was getting closer and closer, Annan summoned Mr. Swaro and Dean Blehim. Together with the gray robe wizards, they built a giant portal leading to the Overwatch Territory.

A sprawling town emerged on the other side of the portal, and residents began to enter the portal one after another.

Some people who wanted to leave chose to stay, and some people who wanted to stay chose to leave.

"Annan... Sir." Lord Luolan was able to face the gap between himself and Annan. He requested, "There is a guy named Luolan in the city."

"The person who was ordered to assassinate me by Mad Dog Archduke?" Annan still remembered him.

"Well, I hope you can take care of him..."

Lord Lorraine seemed to see another version of himself in this commoner with the same name.

"I remember he joined the Musketeers, so don't worry."

Lord Lorraine gave Annan a knightly ceremony that was very different from the monarch, returned to the knights, and entered the portal.

The nobles of the principality also said goodbye to Annan one after another. They were basically trying to get close to each other enthusiastically - Annan could easily hold them to death if he could hold the Mad Dog Archduke to death without any damage.

When Girardi entered, Annan said, "Promise me something."

"I will do whatever you say."

"Treat your people well."

Girardi was startled by the seriousness of those black eyes, and solemnly promised: "I will die in front of my people."

Witnessing Girardi's back entering the portal, finally, the gray-robed mage came to Annan.

"We will meet again."

The gray-robed mage entered the portal with a prophetic whisper that made Annan want to punch him.

The giant portal disappears after he enters.

"Let's go back."

Annan said to the people around him.

Liberty City seems to be much deserted - but this is just an illusion. There are now five times more people in Liberty City than the 6,000 people on the war front... but no one is sleeping on the streets anymore.

Olmedo pushed Itilia back to the city's main palace, and Annan ran to the blacksmith shop again and asked Bronzebeard about the "steam engine".

After all, dwarves seem to be a race that is associated with things like "steam engines" and "muskets" in the early industrial revolution.

"Annan..." Bronzebeard's tone was unprecedentedly sad, "Don't you think the blacksmith shop is under too much pressure?"

Make magic muskets, magic artillery, and plate armor for three thousand people... But the blacksmith shop only has a few dozen people - it was expanded to a hundred people just a few days ago.

Annan had no choice but to say: "Happiness comes from comparison. How long has it been since you last seen Michael?"

After saying that, he himself was stunned, as if Michael hadn't shown up since the war with the Mad Dog Archduke began...

"Let's go to Michael's laboratory."

Annan said, pulling Bronzebeard away from the blacksmith shop.

He paused briefly as he passed the crystal lair.

"I remember you punished the blue dragon? I didn't see it come out today." Bronzebeard said, "You were too strict with a young dragon."

Annan said with determination: "Ilimoyas must be taught a lesson."

Annan and Bronzebeard walked farther and farther, and deep in the beautiful crystal lair that stood...

"My prince, why do you treat your beloved... the dragon cruelly?" The tips of Ilimoyas' claws held the parchment, which was small compared to her body.

"Master Blue Dragon, you should say, human." Betty, standing in front of her, corrected.

Those intimidating dragon eyes stared at Betty: "I'm not a human being."

"But you have to request Lord Annan as a human being. Changing your title will cause trouble for Lord Annan..."

"What's a show?"

“Just detaching from the emotion.”

"Hmph..." Ilimaya breathed out hot breath from her nose and continued to chant: "My prince, why do you treat your beloved so cruelly..."

"You need to be more gentle..."