A strange world

Chapter 538 Chapter 195. Annan was not beaten today

Late at night, Annan finished his meditation and asked the maid Abby to bring the things he needed.

A dining table, two chairs, sumptuous food on silver plates, as if Annan was about to hold a dinner party in bed.

"Well... you go out first and take Lily with you." Annan said to Abby who looked weird.

Abby picked up Lily and exited the bedroom. The light outside the corridor disappeared as the door closed.

Annan did not move to avoid overturning the food on the table. After placing the magic stones beside him one after another, he hugged his shoulders like a monarch lying in a coffin and fell into a deep sleep...

On the shore of the hot lava lake, there are two chairs and a dining table with food, and even a floral tablecloth. It seems that the surroundings are not barren gravel beaches and hot lava lakes but golden sandy beaches and azure blue lakes. sea ​​surface.

Annan, who appeared with them, stretched out his hand gracefully and invited the flame shadow standing aside to sit down.

The flame appeared in front of the chair, but before he could sit down, the wooden chair burst into flames.

Annan frowned and thought for a moment, then raised his finger: "Wait for me!"

He picked up a rock and was about to wake himself up, when suddenly he was picked up by the collar by the flame phantom.

"Oh yes……"

Annan activated a magic stone, then swung the rock and hit his forehead, waking up from his dream.

After getting out of bed, Annan took down the orichalcum armor from the armor rack, returned to bed and fell asleep...

The edge of the lava lake remains the same as when I left. Annan placed the armor on a pile of ashes and invited the Flame Shadow to sit down again.

The flame shadow remained indifferent, and only Annan sat there, occasionally reaching for some food and watching while eating.

Martin must like it here, Annan thought. As long as you grab an apple pie before going to bed, you can have a meal in your dream and a meal when you wake up. As for getting beaten? Annan was sure that Aunt Susan's broom must frighten Martin more than the flame phantom.

There were still five magic stones. As the eight hours approached, Annan woke up from his dream very naturally.

Annan opened his eyes, morning came, the birds were singing and Lily was scratching the window.

The Demon King didn't hit himself! This is a good change!

…

Home Secretary Bourque flipped through the third issue of "The Voice of Liberty."

Reading magic newspapers is gradually becoming a habit for everyone in the cabinet. The lively magic newspapers are much more beautiful than the cold government affairs.

While flipping through the magic newspaper and listening to Evelin's words, Bourque said: "How long will our newspaper last?"

"The Parliament is still discussing whether we need a magic newspaper." Next to him, Finance Minister Franning was holding his Elf Tea Ceremony.

"The magic newspaper has already published its third issue. Our congressmen are still discussing when to open the Keating Principality's magic newspaper?"

"Buerk, did you get to know your colleagues on the first day?" Flanning looked out the window at the bustling city-state with flower petals flying. "You know, they all want to get a share of this. If they can't get a share, then they all will." Don’t want it.”

"We're going to be behind," Bourque said.

"Already behind." Froning left the window, took out a stack of magic newspapers from his desk drawer and placed it on the table.

"all these are?"

"These are all. The imitators even make differences. The readers of the "Voice of Liberty" are people who care about the world; the readers of "Storves" are people who think they are big shots; the readers of "Reich" He's a real big shot; the readers of "Business Today" are people who want to get rich and crazy; the readers of "Warlock's Hand" don't care about anything, they just want to see naked women, and men too."

"Where's ours?" Bulk asked subconsciously.

“Ours is still being discussed.”

Bourke lost his good mood and returned to the magic newspaper.

"The Lord of Liberty City Shows His Love to the Queen of the Fire Element"

Bourque waved the newspaper and said, "Look, what a pure magician."

The magic newspaper was coming to an end, and he finally came to the joke part he was most looking forward to.

Evelin's crisp voice sounded: A mage said to his friend: "Do you know? I was bitten by a mosquito last night!" His friend asked: "Then why didn't you kill that mosquito?" The mage replied : "I used it, but the mosquito recited a magic immunity spell!"

Bulk thought for a moment, then laughed out loud: "The wizard's joke made by the warlock is still funny."

"We should put pressure on Congress," Fronning said after he put down his newspaper.

"I think so too. Then the Chancellor of the Exchequer and the Home Secretary will announce it jointly?"

"But we can't go off in person."

Froning has been the principal's finance minister for decades, and his own grandfather peed in his arms. Of course Bourque listened to him: "What do you mean? The cabinet revealed it?"

"They'll guess it."

"What about the people's voice?"

"They don't care what the people say."

"Then use people in the know."

Fronning asked: "Who is the insider? Who would know this kind of inside story?"

"Anyone can do it. The cabinet is no different than a sieve."

…

"Olmedo, let me test you."

In the early morning, Annan showed up in Olmedo's office: "Do you know what food can stay intact in temperatures of hundreds of degrees?"

"Hundreds of degrees...what is a degree?"

"It's the temperature in the fireplace. It's time for you to learn, Olmedo."

Olmedo felt amused, but did not expose Annan: "Is it human food? I know there is a devil fruit in the abyss."

"this is not OK."

Who knows if the Demon King eats Devil Fruit every day?

"You should ask the fire elemental."

Annan thought this was a good idea. After a week, he was almost able to communicate with the fire element woman...the elder.

Olmedo rubbed his eyes, blinked and then looked at the government affairs again.

"What's wrong with your eyes?"

Olmedo raised his head and found that Annan had not left yet.

"If you look at something for a long time, your eyes will become blurry," she said.

"You should take a break..."

"Not yet. Liberty City is in the development stage, and we need to lay a good foundation."

Diplomacy, commerce, construction, ports... The Violet Old Land, the Principality of Keating, the Tatooine Empire, the Principality of Montablrock...

Even Annan was forced to stay in Liberty City for nearly half a year.

"Tell Bronzebeard to make you a pair of glasses," Annan said.

"Glasses?"

"You'll know once I tell you."

Speaking of which, glasses can also be used as commodities, but they cannot be mass-produced... In the entire Breeze City, I am afraid that only Bronzebeard's craftsmanship can do it. Selling for 10 gold coins is too little, and selling for 100 gold coins is nothing compared to the benefits of the magical image.

When the skilled workers from the school graduate and Free City has a talent pool, can mass production be considered.

And instead of spending manpower and effort to create a standard mold... why not let the alchemy room invent a magic potion to treat eyes?