"Liberty City's March tax is 56 kinnar."

Annan, who was forcibly pressed on the sofa, was surprised: "So little? ”

"Our commercial tax is only 10 percent, and a third of the tax is spent by sailors and guests who come with merchant ships."

So it seems that more than 560 kinnars were circulated in March...... This is not a small amount for Liberty City, which has only 6,000 inhabitants.

"Free City's trade income for March is 2,323 kinnars, and the trade with the Earl of Ulmet contributed 2,000 kinnars, and the rest is for the Fast pants."

"The income from Fast pants should be getting less and less, right?"

"Well, after all, you can make it with just some canvas scraps, and there are already many coastal towns copying it, and the price is about the same as ours...... Interestingly, they also call it Fast Pants. ”

"If only Fast were a bard." Maybe you can even move up the next level in your career.

"The income from overseas trade is 245 jinnars excluding the magic image, which is basically the income of Diagon Alley."

"What about the Magic Image?"

"The lag is too high, and the unfinished February income is 285,000 jinnars."

Magical images single-handedly support Liberty City's expenses.

"Counting the Magic Record Stone?"

"Hmm."

"In the future, the magic record stone will be counted in the trade, so that it is easier to count the box office. And also...... Build another newspaper. "Annan has some plans.

"Are we going to get ready for a magical newspaper?" Ingrid asked.

"It's not time yet."

Clever people can see the role of newspapers in propaganda, and they will start copying like Susan's spinning machine and Fast pants, like the giant next door, the Tatoon Empire.

Then Annan would have received nothing but the title of "inventor".

Annan was ready to remake the magic newspaper at the right time and sell it for a good price by the way.

"I just came up with some merchandise with magical images, such as posters, as well as text versions of "The Fall of the Mage Tower", "The Redemption of Beta", and "Annan Potter and the Philosopher's Stone."

The former can find a bunch of bards and wandering painters at a low price, and the latter adds "Law Breaks the Sky".

It's time for the phrase thirty years on the east bank of the Puroni River, thirty years on the west bank of the Purney River to sound in Middle-earth.

"I'm going to change it to the east shore of the Obiris Strait for thirty years, and the west shore of the Obiris Strait for thirty years." Annan said.

"The Strait of Obiris has only the north and south shores."

Annan said nonchalantly: "It's just artistic processing, and some mistakes will increase the spread." ”

"I don't understand."

"When one person says something wrong, a second person accuses him. When the second person accuses him, the third person will speak for the first, the fourth person will echo the second person, then the fifth, the sixth...... Mistakes lead to arguments, arguments lead to arguments, and arguments bring dissemination. ”

Ingrid wondered where the uneducated lord had learned this "knowledge".

But it's not enough to fill the gap in the Mage Tower.

"Why don't you try to sell the magical image outside of the Tatunn Empire and the Duchy of Keating?" Editria said.

Annan sighed, "Magical images have no foundation in those places. ”

Don't think that magic images are easy to make money.

Annan's promotion of magical images was based on his relationship with the aristocracy. The aristocracy paid for it, and the rich merchants paid for it, so that the commoners would follow suit.

The rest is still the same old question: don't expect the morality of the nobles, even if the magic image sells for 10,000 gold coins, greed will make it not make money at all, and even make Annan compensate for lost work.

"So unless Annan passes, he won't be able to make money?" The eldest sister was thoughtful.

Annan looked up.

"You've just been back for more than ten days." Ingrid reminded him.

"What? Have I been here for so long! ”

No castle lord would abandon his territory and run around, and Editia drew Annan's attention: "How is your pursuit of the elementals going?" ”

"How can you speak ill of me out of thin air! I...... I'm just getting the goodwill of the elemental life for the sake of the future of Liberty City! Annan was anxious to argue.

"Okay~ So how did it turn out?"

"I remember that I don't know the advanced elemental language yet."

Annan took out the amulet with the nightcap pattern on it: "So I'm going to learn the Higher Elemental Language." ”

When Mr. Svarro, dressed in a mage's robe, appeared in the living room, Annan humbly hoped that Mr. Svarro would teach him mastery of the Higher Elemental Language.

"There's no such spell." The familiar Mr. Svarro looked at Annan with a familiar look down.

Annan asked in surprise, "Isn't magic capable of doing anything?" ”

"But not learning knowledge."

Thinking of the importance of the Elemental Legion, Annan had no choice but to choose to sacrifice: "Please teach me the Higher Elemental Language." ”

“……”

The glow of the teleportation suddenly enveloped the silent Mr. Svarro, and when the light faded, Mr. Svaro disappeared into the living room.

"What's wrong with him?" Annan was puzzled.

"You've been deceived by Mr. Svarro, all languages can be learned by magic." Editria chuckled.

Annan couldn't hold back his laughter, and Mr. Shvarro almost dug himself a hole—

At this moment, the teleportation glow suddenly resurfaced, and Mr. Evaro went and returned with a stack of books.

Annan's smile vanished.

Now, a smile appeared on Mr. Evaro's face.

……

At the edge of the forested mountains, a crow flying from the south landed in front of the woodland, turning into a dwarf halfling.

More than a dozen druids dressed in woven garments of vines and weeds gathered here, scars of honor all over their scarred flesh.

"Why did you come back?" An old elf with rough bark growing on his cheeks asked.

"I ...... I got there, but it wasn't the same there, we were deceived by humans! ”

"There are no humans in the Gulf?" A male elf in black feathers asked.

"Yes...... But humans are planting trees! ”

The attention of the druids and avengers was drawn to her: "Planting trees? ”

"That's right! They plant trees...... Magical Image ...... Skeleton Farmer...... "Gemar describes what Liberty City has seen and heard incoherently.

"You've been eroded by chaos?" The old elf's cane tapped on the ground.

"You're scaring Gemma."

A gentle deer stepped out of the druid, knelt in front of Gemma, and stroked her head: "Slow down......"

"Those humans are really planting trees, and the tree elves are with him...... He also said that he knew the druid! ”

"Who is he?"

Gema suddenly regained her senses, realized that she had forgotten Annan's reminder, and hesitated to point in the direction that deviated from the location of Liberty City: "Hmm...... They're over there, and their lord's name is Annan Potter! ”

Pointing in the wrong direction, Gema became more and more confident, and compared his head and said, "He has a scar on his forehead!" ”

(End of chapter)