I still don't know that Annan, who is being smeared by the bard, is still busy with "The Fall of the Mage Tower".

The bad news is that the people of Betal don't buy it, and the Mage Tower lacks soil in Betal - because there are no Mage Towers here. In its place was the Diatra family. And there are more poor people...... It sounds unbelievable, as Betal City has a lot of trade with the outside world, and is much richer than Breeze City, but all the wealth is concentrated in the hands of nobles, plus they don't have a single lord of Olmedo.

The good news was that the nobles could afford a "small penny" of 100 kinnars, and there was no tax rate, and the cost of recording the Philosopher's Stone was also borne by Lady Winter.

As long as a hundred nobles paid for it, Annan earned 10,000 gold coins.

So Annan commissioned Lady Winter to invite the ladies of the city to a premiere of Beta. Now, he's buttoning up in front of the vanity mirror.

Joan stared at Annan in the mirror and suddenly said, "Why do I think you and Jack seem to be ......?"

"How is that possible? I'm orange with red hair and Jack is black. ”

"That's right."

"Francois is also much better looking than Jack." Astolfo chimed in, and Annan felt that something was not right.

Smoothing out the last wrinkles of his pitch-black uniform, Annan set off for the auditorium where the banquet was held.

……

"Do you really believe human words?"

An elf with a sharp ear torn and a scar on his cheek whispered unwillingly: "The despicable human has imprisoned, abused, and killed us, and now he is only imprisoned in a dungeon to provide food, and you think he is a good person?"

"It's a human city out there, where can we go?" An elf replied.

"So you don't do anything? We are the people of the forest, the servants of the elven gods, and even if we die, we will die in the forest, and not become the playthings of man......"

"We should trust the old orc......" said another elf.

"Shut up, Mozari!" The scar elf roared at it, "You believe in a lowly orc? ”

At this time, the elves in the cell were silent as a dungeon guard appeared outside.

"Are you singing?" The immature girl asked curiously.

“…… That's right, who are you? ”

"I am Joan Iksella Marie Behdad Clemonket, Princess of the Tatunn Empire!"

"Princess...... We can hold her hostage! The Scar Elf said, but in Elven language.

"I agree with you, but I don't agree with your actions!" The elf, known as Mozarali, stood up and accused, "This is not the virtue of an elf!" ”

Joan seemed to be frightened by the shouting and turned and ran away.

"Elves shouldn't be locked up in cages and dungeons!" The Scar Elf grabbed Mozari by the collar and pressed him against the cold brick wall, making a dull noise, "You Sriland coward...... If you don't want to escape, stay here! ”

"The dungeon guards are defenseless against us, we wait until they bring us food......"

Perhaps some of the aliens chose to believe in Annan, who saved them and promised to release them, but the majority wanted to escape.

……

"The Fall of the Mage's Tower" was screened in the ballroom.

The merchants of this world still target the aristocracy and the professions, and they are not yet aware of the spending power of women, especially female aristocrats.

Annan was with Lady Winter, and the warden's uniform made him look majestic and cold, but still inferior to Lady Winter's chest.

"The family behind the mercenary group whose slaves you captured came to fight me." Lady Winter raised her glass.

"Shouldn't I do that?"

"You've done a great job...... "The swaying liquor was sent to the red lips, "How did Lady Winter get her name......

"Because you're not afraid of the cold?"

"Huh...... They won't do anything to you, but your reputation won't be too good......"

"What does it have to do with me when they scold Olme?" Annan didn't care, and then found out that Arena, the deputy head of the De Chaso mercenary group, was also there.

She was quite beautiful when she changed into a dress, but she couldn't compare with a real nobleman, and when she found Annan looking at her, she walked this way.

“…… There's also a guy who says I'm a dirty ass seller, and ...... It's disgusting, I can't go on. ”

Hearing Annan's smearing, Irene had to explain: "The mercenary who insulted you has been eliminated by us. ”

Lady Winter remained silent coldly and arrogantly, and Annan said, "What do you think of The Fall of the Mage Tower?" ”

"It's beyond imagination."

"Do you want the Philosopher's Stone? Only 100 gold is required. ”

"When...... Of course ......"

It was a price that had to be paid, and she wasn't even qualified to stand with Lady Winter.

"I'm going to promote the Philosopher's Stone."

Having tasted the sweetness, Annan left Lady Winter and approached a plump noblewoman to sell the Philosopher's Stone without any hindrance.

……

On the second floor of the dungeon, the Scar Elf coaxed Astolford in under the pretext that the elf was unconscious and knocked her unconscious. As the scar elf continued to lift the masonry to smash it down, one of the elves pushed him away.

"Why stop me!"

"It's the mercenaries who hurt us, not the human girls who helped us."

The scar elf snorted coldly, no longer pleading, and led his companions out of the cell, releasing the prisoners in the other cells one after another.

"Orcs, dwarves, and other races, are you going to escape with us, or are you going to shrink here like a coward!"

Annan's use of the second floor as a private site brought drawbacks - such a big movement did not arouse the guards' ideas.

When the two hundred or so aliens gathered tried to break out of the dungeon, an old orc stood in front of them.

"I want to say......" The old orc's cloudy eyes looked at the various races gathered, "you can give it a go with the elves, or you can stay in the dungeon and choose to trust that boy." ”

……

The gray wolf hurriedly broke into the banquet, ran to Annan, who was still talking and laughing with the noblewoman, and spoke anxiously, and made a girlish voice:

"The prisoner has escaped!"

By the time Annan arrived at the dungeon, the guards had placed martial law on the perimeter. The warden did not show up, but only suggested that Annan calm the turmoil caused by this incident, and it didn't matter if it didn't calm down.

On the second floor, only sixty-four of the two hundred and eighty-six aliens remained in the dungeon.

Many were familiar faces, centaurs, aliens brought by the De Chaso mercenary group, and the elves all left, leaving only the male elves who Annan said "you are free".

"I'm glad you're still here......"

"I'm sorry, kid, I can't stop them...... But I hope you don't blame them. ”

Staying here and believing in Annan is the only thing the old orcs can do.

"But I promised you to get you out of here......"

"Child, you should not expect us to believe in the people who have brought us pain and suffering......"

Annan did not grieve because they were not yet residents of Starmoon Bay. In this mood, he thought about what to shoot for the second magic video.

(End of chapter)