Dozens of eyes inside and outside the hall fell on Annan at the same time.

Among them, the spider contributed eight eyes.

"Lord Castle, I must warn you ......" Ingrid carefully considered the words, "Love is free, but your body is fragile......"

"I didn't say anything!" Annan blushed: "What are you thinking?" I'm just trying to win the favor of the elements. ”

"You'd better be."

Annan's malicious gaze suddenly fell on the face of the spoken-mouth Fast.

"Alright, let's move on to the Mad Dog Grand Duke's attack." Etilia's gentle voice brought the discussion back on track.

"Are they enemies?" The old orc asked.

"There is no doubt about it."

The hideous scars on the old orc's face tugged at its ferocity: "We killed a group of militiamen with brutal means, transformed them into skeletons in front of everyone, and controlled them with fear!" ”

The hall of the City Lord's Mansion fell silent again.

"I think you're a bit extreme......" Annan fell out of the window, "Your Royal Highness Princess, is there anything you can do?" ”

"Submit humanity to the majesty of the blue dragon!" Elimoas unfurls its dragon wings, which seem to obscure the sky, darkening the hall.

Blue dragon deterrence is a good idea, but Annan is worried that there is an archmage hiding in the militia.

It is difficult for a newly grown blue dragon to intimidate so many people, if there are really tens of thousands of militiamen.

"I have an idea."

Everyone's eyes returned to Annan. Elimoas put away her wings, and the sun shone into the hall again.

"The mad dog archduke drove tens of thousands of militiamen, and the development of Freetown has been limited by the small population......"

"You want to capture the militia?" Ingrid, who was standing in front of the door, asked.

"It should be said that it is persuasion."

There was no opinion. Itilia also felt that this was more appropriate than slowly attracting the inhabitants, who were recruited into the militia were young and middle-aged, and it took dozens of days to buy slaves to recuperate.

The leaves of the World Tree in Annan's arms suddenly activated at this moment, and an unfamiliar elegant female voice sounded: "Your floating city has an accident?" ”

Annan came from the hall to the corridor and asked, "Who are you?" ”

Not a blue-haired elf, not an elven mentor......

"Forgot about me so quickly? It's sad......"

Annan confirmed that she was still an elven mentor: "The Mad Dog is ready to attack Free City...... How do you know? ”

"The elves of the forest have spotted them."

Annan moved: "Can they come and help me?" ”

"I'm afraid not...... They are reluctant to leave the forest. ”

"Thank them for me...... Do the elves of the forest have a liking? I can send some to them. ”

The "Elven Mentor" on the other side of the Leaves of the World Tree said with a smirk: "If there is a work of art." ”

"I think magic images are also ...... works of art."

Finally invited her to come to Liberty City as a guest, the room in the City Lord's Mansion was large and comfortable, Annan put away the leaves of the World Tree, and as soon as he raised his head, he saw a few heads retracted in the corner of the wall.

……

The machine called Liberty City began to work.

With no walls, Annan planned to have the tireless skeletons stare north at the cost of expanding to 300 skeletons and squirrel-men to almost drain the necromancers.

Then let the elf Elton rescued from Bethal try to contact the elves of the forest - Dela, the dark elves and the forest elves always fight you to the death.

The dusty magic cannon was removed from the warehouse—but loaded onto a merchant ship. These valuable, valuable goods and merchant ships themselves are in need of protection more than Liberty City.

Dean Brehim didn't say anything, and he proved his position with his actions - temporarily handing over the affairs of the Salz School of Magic to the Vice Dean, while he stayed in Liberty City, teaching Lilith and occasionally giving lessons to the school's students.

Mr. Svarro didn't say anything, but Alice was the answer - when it was really critical, Annan would take the initiative to jump out if he didn't activate the amulet.

The third musket squad barely managed to muster a thousand men—not really soldiers, who trained only in the morning and continued their work in the afternoon.

And there's one more good news –

The shadow of the Mad Dog Archduke is approaching, and Giraldi is puzzled by the fact that neither the upper echelons nor the ordinary residents of Liberty City have a sense of urgency, as if a group of strange soldiers are about to invade an unknown city - the answer is simple, how can the residents who have experienced the siege of the rat tide be afraid of a group of militia?

And don't forget that Liberty City is a floating city...... It just hasn't floated up.

Giraldi had no way to meddle in Liberty City, and there was nothing but to watch them continue to build the city, maintain the farmland, and dig ditches to divert water as if nothing had happened.

Maybe Ingrid saw that he was too idle, or maybe she was too busy, and began to give him some light government affairs for him to learn to handle.

Busyness unexpectedly allowed Giraldi, who had been insomnia for several months, to get a good night's sleep, and then the number of government affairs that needed to be dealt with increased, and the busyness brought exhaustion, and sleepiness made him sleep better, a virtuous cycle......

In mid-April, the Mad Dog Grand Duke's party arrived around the Overwatch.

This means that the new inhabitants of Annam are not far away.

Click-

The door was pushed open without knocking, and Annan was just about to pick up the book and pretend to be it, when he saw Ingrid's cold face. He hadn't seen Ingrid like that before.

"What's going on?"

"We got one thing wrong...... Mad Dog Grand Duke is not a normal aristocrat. Ingrid looked solemn.

"So what?"

"The demon...... He drove all the civilians over. ”

"What does 'all' mean?"

Ingrid's eyes flashed with disgust: "Men, women, old people, children, ......"

……

The skies of the Astra tundra always seemed to be overcast, and even tens of thousands of troops could not dispel the desertion.

The lengthy line advanced for several days.

The procession, which appeared to be migratory, was driven by knights from the central part of the principality to the north. The long trek kept people fleeing and people falling behind.

They didn't see the people who had fled, and they didn't see the ones who had fallen behind.

Some say they saw the men being driven together by the knights and killed on horseback. Some people didn't believe it and ran away, never to see the man again......

"Are we bad people?"

In the long procession, which stretched for miles, a little girl with a dirty rag doll followed the adults in front of her.

"It's not."

The man's brief response seemed to be devoted to strides.

"Then why did the Righteous Knight drive us away?"

"I don't know."

"Am I going to be like Tommy, trampled by the knight's horse?" The little girl, who was faint and trembling, stopped, "I guess not, because I can't walk." ”

The little girl looked up and said to the man who had also stopped:

"Uncle Cuomo. Can I tell you the will now......"

(End of chapter)