Soldier trained, woodcutters chopped logs into stakes, fishermen hauled in their catch, workers built fortifications, and women made clothes. Everyone in Star-Moon Bay was working for their future. Even Annan was no exception!
Breeze City.
A banquet held in the name of the King of the North was underway in the banquet hall, with Noble and wealthy merchants invited.
Unlike most banquets, where men outnumbered women, most of the guests here were wives and daughters from prominent families.
Annan's portrayal of Jack might not have driven the ladies wild, but it had made him the man of their dreams. He met every requirement they had for a husband: his own domain, a habit of never attending banquets, and looks that made their mouths water.
The reason Annan had made such a sacrifice was simple—preparations for war had drained his savings.
Magic Muskets and Magic Cannons were only part of it. Plate Armor, fortifications, and hired workers all cost a fortune. Annan and Francois could no longer cover it alone—they still needed to keep some Gold Narls to get through Deepwinter.
Ingrid suggested selling knighthoods. As lord of the Territory, Annan could confer about three hundred of them, but only a Territory on the verge of collapse would raise money that way. Star-Moon Bay was barely a year old; it could not enter its twilight years already. Besides, there was no money to squeeze out of its people.
Make a third Magic Film? Each film had earned less than the last, and the Noble of Plangraced County had already been tapped dry. Unless they played on nostalgia.
"How about a prequel to The Mage Tower's Fall? It could tell Jack and Rose's story before they moved to Breeze City. Better yet, we could have them cross paths without knowing it," Evelyn