Festival 172. Carnival Night
No matter how brilliant the Mad Dog Grand Duke was during his lifetime, the figure on the gallows swaying with the breeze was gone.
He died in the square where his sister had said goodbye to Annan.
Some of the invited principality nobles covered their mouths with handkerchiefs, not knowing whether they were afraid of laughing out loud or grieving because the great nobles were judged.
They were persecuted by Giraldi, who was persecuted by Annan, who was persecuted by Ormedo.
Olmedo takes a political stance and wants to turn the duchy into the backyard of Liberty City, so it is better to keep Giraldi, who is about to become the new Grand Duke, in his hands. Annan didn't do this, his idea was so simple: I don't want to take away your rights, I don't want to interfere in your internal affairs, why can't everyone sit together and make money happily?
In the evening, there was also a banquet, which was not only to celebrate the end of the war, but also for Giraldi and the nobles who followed the rudder.
Annan temporarily lent Ingrid to Giraldi so that he would not be cheated out of the duchy's wealth by the scheming nobles outside.
Before the banquet began, Giraldi asked Annan in a low voice: "Is our alliance still in effect?" β
"Unless someone wants to give their soul to the devil."
Giraldi was relieved and no longer had to worry about becoming Annan's puppet, and even wanted to move the capital to the Overwatch to take advantage of Annan's protection.
Giraldi, who came to the banquet, was surrounded by the principality nobles, while Annan was surrounded by the wives and daughters of the principality nobles.
Surrounded by aroma and admiration, Annan talks about the beginning and end of the war, and at one point, he sees Itilia appear upstairs in a wheelchair.
Annan's words changed: "How can the mad dog Grand Duke hurt his sister so much!" My sister is used to feel distressed! β
"Do you like a sister like me?" A lady in her twenties chuckled.
"Mrs. Drew, please respect yourself."
"What? How much do you want to hug me? Mrs. Drew covered her red lips in surprise.
How are these ladies the same as succubi...... Speaking of demons, I don't know if Beroudona has turned positive.
Under the pretext that her sister was coming, Annan pulled away from the girls and came to Editria.
"Do you have a favorite?" Editia smiled softly.
"Nope." Annan doesn't care.
There's a hint of concern on Itilia: "You don't really want to find an interracial wife, do you?" β
Annan's cheeks suddenly burned: "I...... I'm too young. β
"The North is gone, and I shouldn't have admonished you from the perspective of the family...... But your first wife should be a human, at least an elf, or a dragon. β
"You know what? Reela has always liked you. β
Annan breathed a sigh of relief: "I also like the second sister very much." β
Editria tilted her head, as if to see something in Annan's face, and said something else: "Do you want to keep Mr. Dahl?" β
"He shouldn't want to stay here......" Annan searched for the gray-robed mage at the banquet. He stood with some principality nobles. "I guess he'll go back with Giraldi?"
Annan didn't want to keep the gray-robed mage that much, because he was on guardβit had something to do with Olmedo's father.
They are all epics, they are all prophecies, and they don't like to talk about people...... So much so that they all left a shadow.
Giraldi, who has received the inheritance of the Mad Dog Grand Duke and is being held up by the nobles, is fluttering, but he has not forgotten who the real hero is. He ran up to Annan and Itilia and excitedly talked about the inheritance he had received.
"Mad Dog Grand Duke also has a synthetic beast, are you interested?"
Annan had seen the hideous and ugly synth beast, and there was no beauty in it. And the Mad Dog Grand Duke has always fed it erring servants and captured civilians.
Giraldi didn't want it either, and said in disgust: "Then kill it." β
"Grand Duke, Mr. Annan, can you give it to me?" The gray-robed mage walked over.
"Okay."
"Are you ready to return to the Mage Guild?" Annan asked.
"The mad blood of this generation is over...... Thanks to you, Mr. Annan. The gray-robed mage gestured to Annan.
"As a hero of the Duchy, it makes sense that I want something, right?"
"What do you want?"
"Those mages of yours...... I'm not going to force them, but you can't stop a mage if they're willing to stay in Freetown. β
"Of course."
The president of the Mage Guild has no opinion, and neither does the new Grand Duke.
The banquet continued, and Annan quickly ran out of the hall of the City Lord's Mansion.
Civilians are reveling in the streets. They moved their tables out and put a pile of food on them. Magical images are shown in the open air, and those who have seen "The Fall of the Mage's Tower" learn to dance at the intersection to celebrate the end of war and threat.
There was only one street from the city lord's mansion to the mansion where the mages lived, but Annan refused eight invitations to dance along the way, sixteen invitations to taste the food, and then led more than a hundred confused mages to the construction site of the mage tower.
"This is the foundation of the future Liberty City Mage Tower, which is made of all mountain copper."
Annan invited one of the elite mages to unleash the fireball technique: a firework of blazing fireballs on a piece of oliveland that stood on the foundation of the carnival of a night of freedom, leaving no trace and annihilating.
The mages were in a stupor. It is well known that a hundred pounds of gold cannot afford to buy ten pounds of oralcum. And build a mage tower out of mountain copper......
"Those of you who are left behind will become members of the first generation of the Mage Tower."
It's like no warlock can refuse an alien, no mage can refuse a mage tower.
Annan got the answer from the obsession of the mages, and instead of continuing to talk nonsense, he returned to the City Lord's Mansion to tell the gray-robed mage the "good news".
The gray-robed mage fulfilled his promise and did not stop them.
Annan returned to Etilia and remembered something: "Sister, in whose name is this banquet held?" β
"Yours, what's wrong?"
The smile disappeared from Annan's face.
But you can't blame the eldest sister, she doesn't know her "curse".
Annan, who had lost interest, did not continue to attend the banquet and ran to the bedroom on the third floor.
Lily sat on the sidelines, and the silly cat was lying on the windowsill, weak.
"Annan, what's wrong with it?" Lily jumped down to greet Annan.
"Cats are timid creatures, so they should be frightened by the Devil's Eye." Annan picked up Lily and put it back on the windowsill, "You're not Lily, it's normal to be scared." β
"Woo~"
The silly cat protested weakly.
Annan touched the head of the stupid cat who was too lazy to resist, "It turns out that it was Lily who was scared by the old ancestor and got into my arms." β
"Are you shouting cats?"
Lily, staring at the bustle outside the window, looked up.
Annan stayed in his bedroom until late at night, and the banquets in the halls of the streets ended one after another, and the nobles returned to their mansions.
Luckily, the party seemed to be going well...... So what's unfortunate ......?
(End of chapter)