Benitez Theatre.

Endless motorcades clogged the streets, and the aristocracy and wealthy who had come to the premiere had to walk to the theater.

"Lady Benise, we have to get out of the car too." The butler and groom reluctantly said to the carriage, "The front is blocked." ”

The good-looking woman lifted the curtains, complaining and being mean ruined the few pieces of beauty: "Why are the nouveau riche who don't know any etiquette invited over?" ”

"Because the King of the North is a strange boy, and it is said that his manor house an ogre."

"Oh my God, no wonder there have been so many kids lost in the city lately."

The butler helped the astonished Lady Benise out of the carriage, and the woman straightened her top hat like a canary combing her feathers, and looked around grumblingly.

"There are more people at the royal banquet than there are now, and it is not so chaotic."

Invitations come in a variety of ways, including councillors, mercenaries, and adventurers, and the square outside the theater is a hotbed of chaos.

"Of course, Breeze City can't compare to Wang Du." The housekeeper touts cooperatively.

Mrs. Benice walked gracefully through the square with her head tilted slightly, and after presenting the invitation, she left the butler outside and walked into the theater.

The theater, which can accommodate nearly a thousand people, is nearly full—almost half of the nobles of Breeze City are here.

"When I Was in the Royal Capital......

The woman sat in her own back row, having to take off her hat because it was crowded, complaining that she was getting smaller and smaller because there was no listener.

The real bigwigs, such as parliamentarians and old families, sat in the front row and in the VIP seats.

Olmedo responded to the greeting and went to the VIP seat and sat down next to his father.

"I didn't think you were coming."

"I'll see what you and Annan have come up with."

The warmth that she hadn't seen for a long time made Olmedo smile, and then faded away.

"I didn't see you at the manor last night...... Where have you been? ”

As the words fell, the lights of the theater dimmed, and the swirling blue planet and the sign of the new world appeared in front of the curtain.

[Breezy City Lord Jeffrey Ormedo as Carl; Mars Lawrence, the patriarch of the Laurence family, plays the role of the mage Tata Master; Wine lady Margaret Winchet as Brown ......]

The emerging cast casts silence the whispers, and the light and mournful chant draws the audience's attention to the magical images.

The Mage Tower appeared in front of all the spectators in the form of a novelty.

It's not the same as a stage play...... Some aristocrats began to realize this. The magical images are close to reality, and they seem to be happening right around them......

It's just that where are those actors on the cast?

A mage learns that the Mage Tower fell 300 years ago and begins an investigation with his mage apprentice. They find a man who is said to have been a survivor of the fall of the Mage Tower, a human with faint elven blood.

It was an old woman, and the years had taken away her beauty, but the shadow of the past was still faintly visible.

The mage placed a mottled oil painting depicting the ruins of the Mage's Tower on the table.

"Of course I remember...... It was the year 615 of the Yves Saint Laurent calendar, the day when the tower of the mage was built, which is known as the one that will never fall, and the tower of the mage gave out some invitations......"

In front of the burning fireplace, the mage and his apprentices stood or sat in the living room, quietly listening to the woman in the chair recount the past.

The mottled paintings faded away, and a majestic and tall mage tower appeared on the magical image.

Theater owner Hornatan Mace's face twitched slightly. Because he actually felt the indescribable beauty from this scene, which can never be brought by a stage play.

The circular square under the Mage's Tower was bustling with people, and nobles in old-fashioned dresses got out of the carriage.

"My grandmother also had a dress like this......"

Lady Benise deliberately made a sound that could be heard by those around her.

The image that amazed Honatan Mace was still going on, overlooking the bustling city outside the circular and arriving at a tavern.

They saw the protagonist of this "magical image": the King of the North.

With messy short black hair and a linen jacket, Annan amazed many viewers at his youth and handsomeness.

There were silver and copper coins piled on the wine table, and two invitations depicting the Mage's Tower, and some of the mercenaries who had been in the tavern had recognized that they were playing cards that had taken the tavern by storm recently.

Jack, who smashed the two cards and won the game, grabbed the two invitations and coins, and cheered excitedly to the curses of the dwarves and his companions:

"We're going to the Mage Tower!"

The joy is transmitted to the audience through magical images, creating anticipation for Jack's next experience-

……

Annan woke up in the cold.

The surging darkness enveloped him, and the dampness and cold reminded Annan of his dungeon experience.

Sitting up with his forehead in pain, Annan gradually recalled what had happened before - Augusta Olmedo unleashed the Mass Sleep Technique, and the spell enveloped everyone in an instant with the blessing of the epic, and before finally losing consciousness, only the three masters of the Elven Mentor, Renault and Centurion remained awake.

So he became a prisoner?

But the mage robe is still on his body, and the magic ring is still on his hand......

The sound of footsteps sounded from outside the dark fence, and Annan held his breath, and soon saw a glimmer of light leap into view, getting closer and closer, and a rat man holding a torch passed outside the stone fence.

Left with the light of the fire, and resurfaced about a minute later,

There is only one patrolling nezumi in this dungeon.

As the nezumi passed by again, a ball of fireball exploded in its face.

"What a handsome fireball technique, who's there?"

An admiration floated out of the darkness.

"Who are you?"

Annan could tell that the sound was coming from behind the wall on the left, which was another cell.

"I'll ask first, but for the sake of such a handsome fireball technique." The man chattered, "I'm Brian, you can call me Bryan or Lane." ”

"Where is this?"

"Oh, you must be the same group of people who were brought in yesterday. This is the dungeon of rats. Hurry up if you want to do something, the rats are going to change shifts, and of course you can throw another fireball spell. ”

"What about my companions?"

"They're there too, and yesterday's movement was not small."

"Thank you."

A large water elemental emerges outside the cell.

Annan asked the water element to cut the stone pillar open, and continued to communicate with the prisoner next door: "How long have you been locked up here?" ”

"It's been so long that I've almost forgotten...... At that time, the Mage Tower had not yet collapsed. ”

The Mage Tower hasn't collapsed now, Annan thought, realizing how long he'd been locked up here—the Mage Tower hadn't collapsed yet.

Emerging from the cell, Annan picked up the torch that had fallen on the ground and went to the left cell, where the firelight peeked into the fence and revealed the scene in the cell: a depleted corpse leaning against the corner.

The voice continued, "Are you out?" It's so dark here, I can't see you. ”

"I see you...... Who are you? ”

"Why do you ask?"

“…… Because a corpse is talking. ”

"What? Oh, I should have thought of ......."

The voice of remorse rang out, the final spiritual annihilation.

He's dead. Or rather, died a long time ago.

(End of chapter)