The task of maintaining the ruins in their original appearance and restoring them extinguished the excitement of the dwarven elves who had just arrived in the imperial capital.

According to Annan, "The task was fraught with difficulties, so it was entrusted to my chief architect".

After seeing the glow of the holes in the dome with his own eyes, Erie Gravel, who had the same eye for beautiful things as Annan, knew what to do.

In particular, Annan approved a budget of 2,000 kinnars.

Erie Gravel excitedly proposes to patch up the dome with crystals—he was already familiar with building the Crystal Lair. Annan was just about to agree, but he vetoed it to himself: "No, no...... Light is refracted by crystals, and we want to be natural...... Nature...... How about glass? ”

"Is the strength enough?"

"We can get the alchemist to make a big piece...... No, that kind of light wouldn't be natural......" Erie Gravel was back in his own words.

Annan looked at the sunlight that seemed to pierce the dark clouds in the storm, and suddenly said, "Then keep it." ”

"What about bad weather?"

"Gravel, it's a magical world." Annan said with a smile.

Also to be kept are the vines and moss – the key to keeping the Moonlight Opera House natural.

As for the rubble and collapsed seats, there is no need to maintain the status quo...... They can't let the audience go back with a body of dust.

All they had to do was clean up the dust, reinforce the walls, and the renovation would take only a few dozen gold coins. Hiring workers is probably the most expensive - but that's okay, Annan plans to hire the poor people who wander the ruins of Sorendor.

When people are stuck in the quagmire, Annan does not skimp on his help.

Orin didn't say anything, and even took the initiative to send a team of knights to maintain order, and those knights with shining armor were enough to keep their hands in control of the nearby residents and workers.

The long-dormant Moonlight Opera House resumes its hustle and bustle, and the cloaked Erie Gravel directs the clumsy workers, occasionally shouting reprimands for removing dead vines.

Speaking of which, they didn't find the homeless man hiding here. I don't know if I was scared away by Annan yesterday, or if there really is a ghost......

They were working, and Annan was exploring the theater that had become his own.

There was also a basement at the back of the theater, but the falling dome smashed the entrance, and workers were carrying rubble.

Montreal prohibits spell casting and magical creatures, and Annan is reluctant to pay for a professional, so he lets the workers clean it up slowly.

In the evening, Annan handed out a pile of silver coins to the workers. About 200 workers worked for a full day, spending only two gold coins, and they also thanked Annan for his generosity......

"Gravel, prepare some meat and give them lunch."

"You're letting me go?" The cloak that looked like a veiled stool moved.

"Okay, I'll let ...... Let the groom go. "Deira can't get into the city, it's time to find an assistant.

Giving the groom a gold coin, Annan and Erie Gravel stood in the empty theater hall. The chair had not yet been delivered, and by the cover of night, Annan was ready to test the effect.

With the Philosopher's Stone on stage, Annan returned to Erie Gravel.

An eerie tune sounded, and the sound of the Philosopher's Stone sounded in the ears as if it were ringing in the ears after the opera house surrounded. Annan remembered something, and replaced the Philosopher's Stone with "The Fall of the Mage Tower", and when the rat tide appeared, the sparse sound seemed to really come from all sides of the theater.

The people of this world don't seem to have experienced the baptism of terror...... Annan couldn't help but think maliciously, looking around the hall that was reflected by the influence of the secret law, and suddenly saw a pale silhouette floating in the corner.

Annan rubbed his eyes, and when he opened them again, they were gone.

Maybe I'm wrong...... But usually when you think so, you are not mistaken.

Annan turned his head, and in a few seconds he suddenly turned around, and the pale outline flashed away.

The suspicious Annan turned his head slowly...... Suddenly turning back again, the unprepared silhouette disappeared again.

"Gravel...... Do you feel anything unusual? Annan's naturally drooping hand patted Erie Gravel's shoulder.

"It's like a rat man in my face." Erie Gravel is also immersed in the immersive sound effects.

Annan took advantage of this moment to turn back again, but did not see the phantom again.

"Let's go back."

Stepping onto the stage and putting away the Philosopher's Stone, Annan and the unfinished Erie Gravel left the opera house.

The cold moonlight poured into the theater, and the mossy ruins were silent. At some point, the soft singing of "The Fall of the Mage's Tower" echoed through the opera house......

……

"Slow down...... Slow down! Don't mop the floor! Even if I hit you, don't scratch my steps! ”

At noon, the workers endured the screaming of short, goblin-like men.

For the sake of remuneration and lunch.

Several workers moved away the heaviest rubble, and an exit to the basement emerged.

Annan called Ou Lin, not because he was afraid of last night's phantom. Dust drifted everywhere, and when the dust settled, they entered the basement with magic lamps accompanied by knights.

The space below the stage was used as a changing room, and the costumes were covered in dust.

They found several skeletons leaning against each other in the dusty corners of the changing room, and the rock walls were covered with faded and dried brown scratches......

"They're supposed to be the maids at the time of the accident." Orin said, staring at the bones.

"How do you know?"

"Pelvis."

"Lord Knight, the bones of the maid who had the accident have been found." The knight clerk said at this time.

"So there's no way to find out who they are?" Annan asked.

The knight clerk nodded.

Because of the original royal strife, the ruins of Sorendot have long been turned into a mess, no one intervenes, no one deals with it, and no one cares.

"My advice is...... Don't look any further. The knight clerk reminded Annan in a low voice.

Annan looked at Orin, who dodged his gaze.

Because her surname is Montreal.

Annan nodded, and had no choice but to bury the poor people in the garden outside the Moonlight Opera.

After digging a deep pit, the knights were about to put the bones of each other in the sack into the tomb, but Annan interrupted him: "Leave it to me at the end." ”

The knight retreated, and Annan held the cloth bags, and gently lowered them into the tomb, and whispered like a good night: "If you are still unwilling, tell me who the murderer is tonight......

Annan didn't tell Orin about the ghost.

It wasn't too late, but now it's meaningless......

After filling in a few shovels of earth, Annan handed the shovel to the knight, and continued to look busy in the theater as usual.

Brand new benches were placed, and the shocking marks of the basement were wiped away.

In the evening, Annan and Orin said goodbye, retired from Erie Gravel, and left alone in the Moonlight Theater at nightfall.

"The Fall of the Mage's Tower" was being shown on the stage, and Annan sat on a bench, waiting for midnight to come.

(End of chapter)