Facing Evelyn's suspicious gaze, Annan was frank and serious: "I'm just curious. Is it true that the flames formed by the fire elemental also have genders? ”

"I don't know, it's just that bards used to say so......"

With the beginning and end of the war with the Mad Dog Grand Duke, the existence of Free City should have spread in Middle-earth, but the Bard never showed up, and no one saw 'Andy'...... What happened? Or is the bard not in Middle-earth?

"When are we going to reappear with the Elemental Legion?" Evelyn asked.

Annan did not want the friendship to become a deliberate exploitation, and it was better to contact him for a while: "It would be offensive to ask for it immediately after giving a gift." ”

"The Lord of Freecity Makes Excessive Demands on ......the Fire Elemental Queen After Showing His Love," Evelyn thought of the title professionally.

"Who taught you?"

Annan followed Evelyn to the newspaper office. When there was no new issue, only one-fifth of the newspaper's machinery was running, and a steady stream of magical newspapers for the first two issues was sold to places like Sertovis and Montreal Hill.

As evening approached, Annan came out of the newspaper office and returned to the city lord's mansion.

He didn't notice a shadow creeping after him......

Elimoas didn't want to apologize in the form of a blue dragon, nor did she want to transform into a human according to Betty's teachings. She has her own ideas.

An invisible shadow enveloped Annan, and she whispered: "My prince, why are you cruel to your beloved. ”

Annan, who had slipped into the uninhabited alley to get closer, looked around in surprise, but Elimoas had already hidden.

"My prince, why should you be cruel to your beloved? My prince, why do you have to be cruel to your beloved. My prince, why are you cruel to your beloved......"

Suspecting that he was haunted by evil spirits, Annan sped up his pace, and in order to prevent Annan from running out of the alley, Elimoas cast a labyrinth spell to make him spin in place.

"My prince, why do you treat your beloved cruelly......"

When he noticed that the alley, which was only a dozen meters long, had become endless, Annan activated the talisman without thinking.

"Help me, Mr. Svarro!"

Mr. Swarro, who discovered Elimoas hiding in the shadows, looked at Annan and looked around vigilantly: "I seem to have met a ghost, and she keeps saying 'Prince, why do you want to be cruel to your beloved......

Mr. Svarro's stereotype of a warlock is even greater: "You should think about what you've done. ”

"No...... bar. ”

Annan doesn't remember who he hurts, and he's still an undead. It can't be Claire......

"Can you get her out?" Annan asked.

Mr. Svarro watched Elimoas leave and shook his head, "It's gone. ”

His indifferent appearance made Annan think that it should just be an accident. Coming out of the alley smoothly, Schvaro was about to go back, and Annan remembered something: "Alice has been learning apple pie with Aunt Susan recently, and she said that she will make it for you to eat......"

"I'll take a look."

Mr. Swaro stopped the portal spell.

Separated from Mr. Swarro, Annan went back to the city lord's mansion and had dinner with the eldest sister and the second sister. Back in the bedroom, Annan took Lily and the silly cat out of the room, and when she closed the window, she saw the father and daughter walking in Liberty City and didn't bother. Because in the middle of the night, Annan will have a fierce battle.

Mainly, he was beaten unilaterally and for eight hours.

Annan, with Dela's assistance, draped almost a hundred pounds of large orichal-bronze armor over his body and squeezed into the bed.

Now Annan can almost feel the feeling of the king lying in the mausoleum.

The armor was uncomfortable, and it took Annan longer than usual to fall asleep.

Annan, dressed in armor, appeared in the dream, and then with a flower in front of him, he had been kicked out by the flame phantom.

Annan, who crossed an arc, fell to the ground in a dull manner, the surface of the armor was unharmed, except for being dizzy from the shock, Annan did not have anything unusual - after all, he would not die in his dreams.

Annan, who couldn't get up, shrank into his armor and smiled, and the flame phantom also showed a familiar grin.

Suddenly the surroundings of the vague dream became clear: a vast lava lake appeared ahead, emitting an unbearable wave of heat.

The Flame Phantom picked up Annan and threw him into the boiling lava lake.

"I was wrong! Please—please forgive me a few more days! I'll bring new magical images! ”

There was a brief silence, and Annan screamed in surprise as he was let go by the Hokage Phantom and smashed down on the sand on the hot shore.

The flaming phantom then landed in front of him, and Annan, realizing what it wanted to do, obediently shed his armor.

……

Annan felt like a rusty machine, with every movement as if it was making a rusty creak.

He called for Deella to help him take off his heavy armor.

"Are you okay?" Deira felt like a patient who didn't dare to move.

"It's okay......"

Annan, who silently carried the weight of Liberty City, sighed: "Return the armor to the Bronze Beard...... Forget it, find an armor stand for me to put it up. ”

Maybe it will come in handy again.

Annan, who came out of the bedroom, went to Ingrid first and asked her to hurry up and collect other magical images.

"Why did you suddenly care about this?"

"To understand the opponent is to understand the opponent."

Ingrid took a moment to understand: "They have a lot of ...... to have your skills"

However, she did not refuse, and it took five days to collect hundreds of magical images, and Srtovis alone had dozens of magical images.

Needless to say, magical images have spread in Middle-earth. Although it was shoddy, it took away a lot of the interests belonging to Annan by virtue of its larger scale.

Stripping out those that weren't suitable for screening, Ingrid made a list of thirty-five magical images ranging from twenty minutes to five hours.

As the inventor of magic images, most imitators limit the duration to 1~3 hours, and those extreme imitators are clever: the ticket price for 20 minutes of laughter and 5 hours is not the same, and the psychology of 5 hours of laughter and 20 minutes of laughter does not understand the psychology of the audience's cheapness.

Ingrid says that the things were in the theater and kept by Tina. When Annan ran to Tina to get the Philosopher's Stone, she suddenly looked at Annan in a strange way: "You don't want to pursue me, do you?!" ”

"Why do you say that?" After five days of meditation, Annan, who lacked sleep, reacted much more slowly.

Tina pointed at Annan's dark circles: "You're imitating my makeup!" ”

Annan does look like Tina with purple lips, pale complexion, and smoky dark circles under her eyes.

Annan was just about to speak, Evelyn popped up: "You are not the black dragon, Annan will not be interested in you." ”

Tina covered her mouth in shock: "I didn't expect you to be such an Annan...... Evil! ”

(End of chapter)