Alien world

Chapter 1503 137. Ingrid's Methods

“Is this the apple tree?”

In the garden, Annan stood in front of the apple tree that had "attacked" Martin not long ago.

After getting Dade's affirmation, Annan said, "Protect it."

"In the future, children from Liberty City will come here to make a pilgrimage."

If Martin really managed to create a magic airship... No, there is no if.

The theory was complete, and the airship would be airborne within a few days. The only question was how much weight it could carry.

Annan was more concerned about Martin, who suddenly came to his senses. He might have the potential to become an alchemist...

Martin, the alchemist, seems as nonsensical as linking dragons and generosity.

But... even a succubus can open a regular massage parlor in Liberty City, so it's not impossible for Martin to become an alchemist, right?

Annan walked to the shade of the tree and looked up at the apple tree full of fruits.

Does it mean that eating an apple affected by the other world tree will make you smarter?
Do you want to try it yourself...

"The princess is here."

Dade's reminder interrupted Annan. He looked away and saw the princess walking towards him.

The newborn princess had to learn everything from scratch, including how to walk.

She was staggering enough to avoid falling, but perhaps because she was in a hurry to get back to Annan, she quickened her pace and her left foot tripped over her right leg. In addition, her broken arm affected her balance, and she was missing an eye to see the road, so she fell forward.

Annan hurried over to help the princess up. His palms and knees were scraped, so he tore open the healing scroll and healed the princess's minor wounds.

"never mind……"

He comforted her softly and helped the princess up.

The good news is that she didn't cry, and the bad news is that she didn't cry either.

The Skeleton King temporarily sealed the princess's memory. She didn't remember Annan, but she seemed to know that Annan was very important to her, and she became very dependent on Annan after waking up.

"It is said that birds recognize the first creature they see after birth as their parents," Olmedo speculated.

"Isn't it a dragon?" Annan replied.

There are also things like dripping blood to recognize the master, eating eggshells, etc. I don’t know who made these rules.

"A dragon has memories in its eggshell, unless you've been with it since it was born. But the baby dragon is just born, it's not stupid, how could it not know that it's a different species?" Olmedo folded her legs elegantly, as if she knew a lot.

"Have you forgotten? I am an association fan." As if he had guessed Annan's thoughts, Olmedo swung his legs proudly.

It’s not that no one has hatched dragon eggs. Wizards, arcanists, and mages have bred too many crazy people over tens of thousands of years.

For example, the spellcaster who coveted the dragon's power mentioned earlier. But except for a few who really developed a deep relationship with each other, most of the rest ended up parting ways and being enslaved.

The spellcaster enslaves the dragon, and the dragon enslaves the spellcaster.

Annan wanted to say that this was unfounded, but the first person the princess saw after she regained consciousness was indeed himself.

Coupled with the warlock's innate affinity, it is indeed very attractive to the princess who is like a blank sheet of paper.

Annan tried to let the princess get to know the elf mentor and Dad. Facing the resentful look of the elf mentor "another", the princess neither approached nor resisted.

"Now that you're here, take a look at this."

Olmedo threw a document to Annan without saying anything.

Annan picked up the application signed by Ingrid.

After repeated expansion and training, thousands of workers in the model factory have become skilled in making athlete models, with a daily output of about 35000.

On average, the top 350 players have of them, but the production quantity varies depending on sales volume.

For example, the top ten and those dragon players will have higher sales - it is worth mentioning that the ratman models also sold a lot.

Although the popularity has not declined, the models of some less well-known contestants have been ignored.

At times like this, either temporary workers need to be laid off or prices need to be reduced.

Ingrid suggested adding more fuel to the fire: the specific approach was to hang a sign in the gift shop, recording the number of models sold for each contestant, and ranking them by sales to stimulate fans' desire to win.

"I have no opinion."

As expected of Ingrid, she figured out how to empty her fans' pockets so quickly.

In comparison, asking actors to pay for the filming is simply not worth mentioning. Today is also a peaceful day in Liberty City.

At night, Annan came to the garden after dinner.

I should build a small wooden house under the tree in another world...

Annan, who came to sleep under the tree every day, thought.

However, within a few months, the Other World Tree will completely cover the City Lord's Mansion, and then I won't have to run to the garden all day.

Lying in the widened specially made recliner, Annan prepared to fall asleep to the rustling sound of the wind blowing through the treetops...

But beyond the sound of the wind, there was also the faint sound of footsteps on the grass.

Before Annan could figure out who it was, a warm body squeezed into the recliner.

Annan smelled a scent like pine wood, which was the scent of the princess.

The princess who had come to his side made no sound, her breathing barely audible. She curled up to the side, hugging her arms.

"Can't sleep?"

Annan asked somewhat unexpectedly, but received no response.

The princess who just replied is no different from a cat.

Annan tried to pull his arms free, but the princess held them so tightly that it was of no use except that she had to press her head against him. So he had no choice but to squeeze into the recliner with the princess to rest.

In order to avoid damaging my reputation, it is best to sneak away before dawn...

Thinking of this, Annan gradually fell asleep.

The moon climbed up to the treetops. Outside the garden, Irilanze, bathed in the moonlight, picking wild vegetables and singing, came from around the corner.

wow-

The flower basket fell to the ground, wild vegetables flew everywhere, and the two people sitting in the lounge chair under the tree made Irelanze cover his mouth.

It was obviously me who came first...

……

The call, whose direction and source could not be identified, pierced through the fog and rang fragmentarily in Annan's ears.

"Great... response..."

It seems... a little familiar...

Annan thought while half asleep.

"Great...please..."

I remembered……

Just as Annan was thinking, "It's here again," the fog that shrouded the surroundings began to shake again.

Annan quickly put away his scattered thoughts and kept himself in a half-asleep and half-awake state.

"Who are you, where are you, and why are you looking for me?"

"I...Darian...you..."

"Obviously, no useful information has been transmitted."

Annan became angry and shouted in the misty void: "Stop shouting and focus on the main points!"

The entire fog trembled with Annan’s shouting, but it had nothing to do with the shouting itself. Instead, it was because Annan was “waking up” and the fog made up of dreams would naturally collapse.

"...Darian...come..."

Before I could hear what was said next, the fog completely collapsed.

Under the tree, Annan opened his eyes.

I've had this dream twice already, it's best to ask someone.

Before dawn, Annan moved his arms and prepared to sneak away.

Ok?
The soft touch made Annan stunned.

How come after a good night's sleep, the princess seems to have become more plump?

(End of this chapter)