Alien world

Chapter 1007 Chapter 238. House Deed
Annan, who dyed his hair blonde, darkened his skin a few shades, painted on freckles, and wore high-heeled leather boots, is no longer as popular.

There are still ladies willing to spend a night with Annan, but there is no longer that desire to "hug him in his arms and rub him."

Annan and Renato's confidants stayed together. Not far away, musicians were playing cheerful music in the center of the hall, and the confidants were introducing the origins of the female relatives.

The confidant was somewhat touched because the "notorious" Lord Annan did not show much interest in the women, but was remembering the nobles behind them.

He couldn't help but think of Lord Renato's summary of the strong: the strength of those who have made great achievements lies not in their command, but in their ability to restrain their desires.

Moreover, Lord Annan’s achievements are beyond doubt.

After Annan declined the invitations of several ladies, they stopped approaching him. Annan, who had been given some peace and quiet, took the opportunity to remember them.

At this time, Sheriff Milburn came toward him.

The confidant left temporarily, and Annan picked up a glass of juice and walked towards him.

"No one you like?" Sheriff Milburn said in a tone as if he was talking to a junior.

Judging from his appearance, he is in his forties, with neat short hair mixed with some silver threads, making him look like a decent person. If Renato hadn't known about his dark side in private, it would be hard to imagine that he was a big businessman in human trafficking.

But it makes sense... the city guards control the city gates, making it easy for some contraband to pass through to the new king.

"Uncle Renato sent his cronies to keep an eye on me." Annan forced a wry smile.

Sheriff Milburn patted Annan on the shoulder and lowered his voice: "Which lady are you interested in? I'll ask her to find you in your room."

"Forget it. There's no need to make my uncle angry over a little desire." Annan shook his head, looking like he was going to listen to his uncle.

Sheriff Milburn smiled and said indirectly, "Baron Ebert is so unlucky that he actually offended the Minister of War..."

"Offended? Not at all. He just happened to run into the gun...the blade."

"How to say?"

"Uncle said that the palace is selecting talents. This is the best time."

Sheriff Milburn had also heard of the incident and had no doubts about it.

"It seems that the Minister of War has high hopes for you." Sheriff Milburn smiled as an elder. "Perhaps in the near future, we will be colleagues."

Annan said modestly: "That depends on whether we can find more Free Blades."

"I won't disturb you anymore. Enjoy the party. Don't worry, I'll protect you from your uncle." Sheriff Milburn winked, clinked glasses with Annan, and walked away.

When he walked away, Annan stopped smiling.

Sheriff Milburn is an old fox, and it's not easy to bring him down...

Annan's eyes fell on a girl in a white dress, twisting her fingers as she walked towards him. Her long orange hair was tied into two braids, which made her look less wild and more obedient.

"You...you want to sleep with me?"

But she ran up to Annan and whispered something more orcish than a barbarian.

"And what?"

So much so that Annan suspected that he had heard it wrong.

The girl blushed, revealing embarrassment and shame: "Sleep..."

Annan looked at the girl whose face was getting redder and redder, and confirmed that she was not crazy, and shook his head and said, "No, this is too abrupt."

As a result, the girl clenched her pale fingers tightly and was about to cry: "Please, sleep with me..."

Annan had never seen such a person. Even when he was "still" Annan, at most women wanted to kidnap him, or introduced their beds as big and comfortable...

"Are you in any trouble?" Annan guessed.

The girl lowered her head and said nothing. Annan looked up and glanced around: "Don't want to talk? Then I won't help."

"No..." the girl exclaimed, and then revealed the truth: "My father was falsely accused of bringing contraband when he entered the city and was locked up in a dungeon..." The girl's family ran two stores. Once her father was arrested, the supply of goods could not be met. Not only did they face breach of contract, but the stores were also targeted by gangs... So she sneaked out to help her family solve the problem.

"that is it?"

“Is it… difficult?”

"It's not difficult. I helped you, but..."

Annan raised his head: "Maria."

Maria, who was temporarily acting as a personal bodyguard, came over and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Take her to the dungeon."

Maria looked at the girl for a few times and licked her lips thoughtfully: "So you like this kind of pure girl imprisonment?"

"No... I was just helping out. Let her find her father and find out what happened. If she's innocent, let her go."

"it is good."

"Thank you... Thank you..."

Maria left the banquet with the girl who thanked her repeatedly. Not long after, Annan also left in a hurry. Not far away, Sheriff Milburn smiled knowingly as he watched this scene.

The cold winter night washed away the sleepiness that Annan had contracted at the party, and the mist from his exhaled breath rose up, blurring the lights in the distance.

Annan stood for a while and walked towards the dungeon.

As soon as he arrived at the dungeon, he saw Maria walking out alone.

"What about that girl? Did you send her in as well?"

"They are reminiscing about the past."

Maria said that his goods were indeed seized, and the person who instigated it was the city guard officer Maika.

This name was not on the list of Free Blade and Free Blade Tendency, Annan knew it.

"Got it, let's go to the precinct first."

"Aren't you going to accept the girl's thanks?"

Annan shook his head: "That's not necessary."

The city guards also needed to rest, so Annan and Maria came to the jurisdiction: Upper Hot Street, Middle Hot Street, and Lower Hot Street.

In the dead of night, the residential areas of the outer city were not as lively as those in the inner city. Homeless people lit a bonfire to keep warm in their leaky shacks and collapsed houses.

In the silence, only occasional cries and shouts could be heard from the three Hot Streets.

Baron Ebert's estate happened to include a deed to Upper Holt Street, but when Annan arrived, the locked door and the dim light in the window indicated that the place was occupied.

Maria knocked on the door but received no response. Annan made sure the people inside could hear him, so he said loudly, "I am the city guard officer Olme. I have the title deed to this house. It is my property."

After a while, faint footsteps were heard, and then the curtains next to him swayed, revealing a pair of big peeking eyes.

"Mom, it's the city guards."

There was the sound of something heavy and a bolt being moved away from behind the door, and then the door opened.

A woman in faded, patched clothes appeared behind the door. Next to her stood a girl holding a wooden stick, with a small head sticking out from behind her.

"Sir City Guard Officer, are you here to take away the house?" The woman looked worried and sad.

"No, I was just joking... I found this. You guys lost it, didn't you?" Annan took out the deed and handed it to the stunned woman, smiling so much that a girl would blush: "Keep it safe, and don't lose important things again."

(End of this chapter)