Before writing the script, Annan also had to deal with the troubles left over from the prisoner's escape.

The first is to investigate the cause, the awakened Astolford said that the elves tricked her into opening the cell, and the aliens who chose to stay also said that the elves opened all the cells.

Then there are the various races that have escaped from prison, they don't do much damage to the dungeon, and the dungeon guards run fast - the few silver coins of the weekly salary are not worth their lives. But after escaping the dungeon, he created some chaos in the city. Some were captured, some were executed, and some disappeared.

Finally, there was the reaction of the upper echelons of the city in the middle of the night. Except for the former deputy warden, who was squeezed out of his position by Annan, he jumped around and blamed, all the nobles turned a blind eye, the banquet continued as usual, and the extravagance continued, and it didn't matter whether he was watching jokes in private. Annan's boss and colleagues, the warden and the two deputy wardens just asked a few questions, encouraging Annan not to be discouraged-

This abusive event may have only depressed Annan.

"It's not unusual for those arrogant fellows to do such things......" Late at night, when Annan returned to the mansion after his work, the bard soothed: "I don't blame you for saying this, but each of those elves has lived for at least hundreds of years, and their minds, their perceptions have long been fixed, and you can't change their minds in just a few days." ”

On the bright side, there were still sixty-four aliens left, who could have followed the escape but didn't, and stood firmly on Annan's side. These are the best residents of Xingyue Bay in the future.

Annan suddenly stopped.

"Tell those mercenary groups that all the aliens have escaped from prison, and there is not a single one left. We suspect that they plotted everything before they came in, and the dungeon reserves the right to hold them accountable and demand compensation. ”

“…… Good. ”

The bard couldn't help but sigh how Annan, who was innocent and kind a few months ago, became like this......

"Also, call the Gray Wolf, Astolford, the boy, and Joan."

Annan came to the study, and when the servant raised the fireplace, he stood in front of the window, looking out at the snow-covered eaves, and Astolfo appeared in the street, and then returned to his desk and sat down.

"What's going on with your voice?"

The gray wolf walked into the study, and Annan asked directly.

"Voice Changing Period!" Astolfo suddenly jumped out, "The gray wolf looks like he's in his thirties, but it's actually the same age as me!" ”

Annan re-observed the gray wolf, the rough, dull skin, the scars on his cheeks......

"This is sixteen?"

"It's not surprising." The bard chimed in, "Some curses and bloodlines affect the voice. ”

"That's right, my voice has been cursed by a witch......" The gray wolf said in an abrupt girlish voice again.

"Rhona?" Annan asked suddenly.

The gray wolf fell silent at the same time as the bard and Astolford.

Annan remembered something, asked the maid outside the door to bring kerosene, crumpled the paper, sprinkled it with kerosene, and dipped some and stretched it out to the gray wolf.

"Don't hide."

Annan's fingers were smeared on the cheeks of the "gray wolf", and the rough paint mixed with kerosene flakes, gradually revealing the girl's original delicate skin.

Leaving a pinch mark on her cheek, Annan looked at Astolfo with bad intentions.

"Okay...... It's me. Francois regained his original tone.

Then looking at the speechless boy, Annan asked tentatively, "Martin." ”

"Cousin!"

Annan recalled this adventure of thinking he was free, and took out a handkerchief to wipe the kerosene on his hands: "You are Francois, you are Lorna, you are Martin......"

He looked at Joan one last time.

"And who are you?"

"I'm Joan Ikosella...... Icosella...... Icosella Cirene Behdad Clemonket! Joan stumbled.

Annan looked at Astolfo suspiciously...... Or rather, Francois.

"Joan is from Olmedo." He said.

"Who is Olmedo?" Joan stared warily at the crowd, against the study door.

Francois and Rona and the bard were stunned, and it took a long time for them to accept that an outsider had actually mixed in.

Annan had no choice but to tell Joan that he was the king of the north.

"You are the king of the North, and I am the princess of the Tatun Empire!" However, Qiong An didn't believe it, and said vaguely in a thick northern accent.

"Annan is really the king of the North...... Jack of "The Fall of the Mage Tower" is him." The bard said.

Joan looked at Annan in amazement, then pulled open the door and ran out.

"What's wrong with her?" Annan was puzzled

"The girl's gap, probably. Ash uh...... Rhona, you go see her. Francois and Rhona said.

Faced with Annan's gaze, the bard explained that he was not here—that he had been in the dungeon by accident.

At all costs...... With the revelation of the adventure that has been protected throughout the whole process, Annan will not have to be tied up any longer, and it just so happens that the second magic image needs an assistant.

At this time, Lorna returned to the study, washed off the disguise, and returned to her original delicate appearance: "Joan ran to the orphanage, and I found this in her room. ”

It was a rudimentary box, and there was a clatter of coins when it was shaken. When the wooden box was opened, there were more than 20 silver coins and a letter at the bottom of the box, and the crooked handwriting similar to Annan read: Joan enshrined Annan as a knight of the Holy Grail in the name of the princess. The money in the wooden box was a reward for Annan.

Everyone looked at each other and unanimously decided to put the letter back and not tell this girl, who was strong on the surface but was actually sensitive.

The next day, Joan, who had returned to normal, returned to the dungeon, and was no different than before, except for hiding from Annan.

At noon, Annan arrived at Lady Winter's manor. She was on her way to today's banquet, the bitter winter of the North, one of the few ways the nobles could spend their time in limited terms.

A maid holds a vanity mirror, and a maid arranges her dress like a feather.

The laid-back Lady Winter puzzled Annan: "Aren't you going to look for the Vault?" ”

"The time has not yet come. The magic ring is a key that can only be opened at a certain time. That's when it's time for me to leave Beta. ”

"Is it dangerous?"

Lady Winter in the mirror raised an arc: "Do you care about me?" ”

"I'm concerned about the Vault."

"It's not the Vault that's at risk, it's those who snatch it...... Royalty, aliens, and crazy churches. ”

"The church is also involved?"

"The vault has to do with the gods, and the lambs who have lost their Lord will naturally chase after the glory of the Lord......" The maid stepped back, and Lady Winter stood up, "Do you want to go to the banquet with me?" ”

Annan shook his head: "I still have something to do." ”

Bidding farewell to Madame Rindong, Annan returned to the study of the official residence, took out his notes and wrote:

[In the summer of 980 Yves Saint Laurent calendar, Andy, a merchant returning home, bumped into his wife and adulterer lingering in his house, and Andy, who could not bear it, returned to the carriage, picked up his short sword, and poured red wine...... The next day, when Andy recovers from a hangover, he finds his wife and adulterer lying in a pool of blood...... A few days later, Andy was sentenced to life in prison for murder and sent to the Bertal dungeon......]

(End of chapter)