Annan wanted to correct Evelyn's misconceptions while she was still young. But he had more important things to do.

Tina took thirty-five Philosopher's Stones, and Annan said, "Those that are not suitable for the screening can also be ...... Forget it, when I didn't say it. ”

Annan felt that the Demon Lord should not be afraid of two or more meat worms entangled, and he would not be interested.

But if you are really interested, you will be troubled......

Putting the Philosopher's Stone into the magic ring, Annan suddenly remembered something: "What is the total duration of them?" ”

"I don't know. Who would calculate such a thing? ”

I will. Annan thought.

The duration of the magical images is related to how Annan arranges them. Adjust the duration of the beating. For example, if the total duration of five magic images is seven hours and ten minutes, he can be beaten for 10 minutes between playing magic images.

But if you accidentally carry the Philosopher's Stone for more than eight hours, the Demon Lord will definitely not return. Now there are ten minutes less, and there will be more than ten minutes in the future.

Back at the City Lord's Mansion, Annan curled up on the sofa in the living room on the second floor, more privately, and met Itilia who came out of the office to relax.

"You look like you need a break."

Annan walked over and picked up the wheelchair, pushed the eldest sister to the sofa, and continued to collapse into the sofa as if she had no bones: "I think so too, but I can't rest until the evening." ”

"Why at night?"

"Because...... You're right. ”

Why be honest until night and then beaten for eight hours? If you sleep for an hour now, you will only be beaten for an hour...... It's much better than taking eight hours in a row.

"I'm going to sleep now!"

Annan tried to sit up from the couch, but lost his strength at Editria's gentle whisper.

"Is it painful?"

"Actually, it wasn't very painful...... Because everything that happens is a dream. "Annan wants to pretend that it doesn't matter. It can't be said that it is torture, but it is indeed an ordeal.

"It's as if I got an artifact, and I get 10,000 gold coins just by using the artifact, at the cost of using my soul once and being locked up in a dungeon for a hundred years. But only a second passed after it was over. I was like this in my dreams, I was in great pain, I couldn't do anything, I couldn't do anything if I wanted to die, but I felt okay when I came out......"

"Anyway, if I had this artifact, I'd rent it out and take half of it from the user, hehe......" Annan smiled innocently.

"Come here."

Itilia said, and Annan leaned forward a little in confusion and approached her eldest sister.

Editia suddenly made an unexpected move: she gently hugged Annan and held him in her arms.

"Sorry, we can't help you......"

"Don't say anything like that, my sister...... You've been helping me. ”

Softness and warmth and whispering surrounded Annan, making him drowsy, and after only a dozen seconds, Annan leaned on Itilia's arms and fell into a deep sleep.

"Ancestor, can you help him......"

After Annan fell asleep, Itilia said softly.

"Are you sure? He'll know you lied to him...... The ancestral covenant will not disappear until this year. A deep voice rang out in the living room.

"He's a good kid and he really treats us like family." Editilia lowered her eyes, "I shouldn't have watched Annan suffer......"

"Okay...... Hopefully, your kindness won't be backlashed. ”

The surging power enveloped the entire living room in an instant, but it did not spill out, and Olmedo in the office next door did not notice it at all.

A low, suspicious voice sounded, "I don't feel ...... His body is here, his soul is here, but his will is not...... This is not a curse on our world. ”

"Not even you?"

The diffuse power disappeared, as if it were just an illusion, and only whispers echoed:

"I'm just a fire dragon that's not old enough......"

……

Annan, who appeared on the shore of the lava lake, looked around in confusion.

It's been a few seconds, why haven't you seen the figure of the Flame Phantom yet?

Could it be that it is sleeping during the day?

Annan seized the opportunity to stay away from the lakeshore first, so as not to be kicked into the lava lake in front of him by the sneak attack of the flaming phantom.

It seemed like another few more minutes had passed, but the Flame Phantom still hadn't appeared. Annan was overjoyed as if he had penetrated the trap of the Demon Lord, but then fell into a state of unease.

This dream can bring armor and philosopher's stones, and he should have fallen asleep in the arms of his eldest sister? What if she is brought to this kind of place......

Too late to rejoice, Annan struggled to open his eyes-

The realistic Annan opened his eyes.

He barely managed to break free from Editria's arms and fell into the couch: "How long have I been asleep......"

"It's only three minutes, let's sleep in peace."

Annan, who had just fallen asleep, did feel more sleepy, but he was afraid that going back to sleep would wake up the demon king with a "knock on the door".

"It's better to get into the evening, I'll go find something to do......"

"Did I hear you say you were going to do something?" Ingrid suddenly appeared outside the hallway.

"Ah...... Well...... I ......" Annan mused, damn sleepiness that he couldn't think of an excuse!

"Do you have time?" Ingrid asked.

Annan had no choice but to raise his head and keep listening.

"There's a merchant captain who wants to see you."

"Caravans?"

Could it be an old friend ......?

Annan's chaotic thoughts returned to the time of Xingyue Bay...... The Red Witch, suspected of being of the blood of a red dragon, led the pirates to entrench themselves in the Eternal Night Harbor. Then the nezumi arrived, and the pirates ran fast and hid better.

Annan still has some nostalgia, after all, the "New Initial" that he got from them is still in service.

"Where is he now?"

"Outside the City Lord's Mansion."

"Let him come."

Annan and Itilia went downstairs to the parlor and saw the leader of the caravan. To his regret, he is not the Red Witch.

It was a middle-aged man dressed like an aristocrat. Considering that Ingrid said that this was a large caravan with more than a dozen merchant ships, the average nobleman was not as rich as him.

Compared to his satin garment trimmed with gold thread, the caravan leader who called himself Shepard was unusually humble. He expressed optimism about the potential of the Free City, hoped to start long-term trade with the Free City, and was willing to give up a profit for it.

Annan didn't really want to use people from outside.

Caravans are not a priority at the moment, but in the future, Freetown will eventually have dozens of ships—one ship that will provide at least dozens of jobs. Not counting the derivative work of shipyards and repair shops.

Or did Editilia say that her fleet did not conflict with the fleet outside.

And most importantly, you have to share your own cake in order to get someone else's cake.

A lord who is too greedy will not go far.

After Annan curtailed Elimoas's bad disease, Editia negotiated smoothly in his place.

Pad's caravans can bring goods and take them away, which is exactly what Freetown needs.

Finally, Shepard said: "We also brought some 'gifts'"

(End of chapter)