Alien world

Chapter 1023 Chapter 254. I Need You
"For example, a news report said that Liberty City was doing a good thing by accepting refugees from the North, but you published an article saying that Liberty City was just using refugees to gain political assets. There were no public security incidents in Liberty City for 30 consecutive days, but you said the price was that people were living under the surveillance of soldiers. My favorite one is this: The initial Knight Golem of the Mushroom House in Liberty City was successfully developed and purchased, but you said what's the use of the Knight Golem? Legendary and epic professionals are the pearls of the Allen Continent—"

Annan knew everything about him, and Bal's mouth widened: "You...are you really Annan?"

"I don't need to lie to a prisoner."

Bal finally believed Annan's words and sat there like an autistic person, constantly switching between different emotions.

hiss……

Thinking that Annan was right under the king's nose and had even met Clo, Bal took a deep breath.

"What's your purpose?"

"You know my purpose, but I also want to recruit talents, such as you."

"Me? Talent?"

"Baal, you are too self-deprecating. Your ability to lie with open eyes is something we cannot achieve and need to learn. I need you!"

"You're flattering me...eh?"

Bal said flattered and a little proud, then he realized what Annan was talking about.

"Who says cheating and deceiving isn't a talent? You call black white, the dead alive, and a dragon a dog... Your energy is far stronger than you think."

Bal was just an ordinary man, unable to resist Annan's temptation and charm. He showed a trace of hesitation: "But I am from the royal family. To surrender to you is to betray my family name...

"Is your last name Montreal or Raican?"

“Montreal, of course!”

"The Montreal Golden Family is my friend and ally. Is your joining us a betrayal or a reformation?"

"This..." Bal was speechless, "I have a request!"

Annan frowned, and Bal waved his hand nervously: "Opinions are just opinions... It's okay if you don't agree..."

The little bit of blood that was already left disappeared, and Bal could no longer refuse Annan and turned into the shape of a free city.

Annan's brows relaxed. He was very patient with talents, otherwise he would not have forgiven him for assassinating him. Although Bal had some... biased subjects: "What's the request?"

"Can I not cooperate with that Miss Evelyn?"

News was Bal's strong point, and he could display his limited talent. Even so, he was almost beaten by the Voice of Freedom, all because of Evelyn. If the kingdom's mortal enemy was Free City, then Bal's mortal enemy was Evelyn...

Bal and Evelyn fought dozens of times in the air, and generally won more than they lost. This discouraged Bal, who finally had a chance to display his skills.

"Okay, I'll let you be in charge of a newspaper alone."

Annan plans to put entertainment newspapers on the agenda.

It’s not that there are no nobles in Middle-earth who have discovered business opportunities, it’s just that their entertainment newspapers are too... subtle and uninteresting, not even as exciting as the bards’ midnight shows.

After all, as long as there is a reward, they can even make up gossips about gods for you.

"I...I join Liberty City!"

Bal had no problem, and he expressed his loyalty to Annan stumblingly: "But how are you going to explain it to the outside world..."

"Send you back to Liberty City and find someone to die in your place."

Annan is familiar with this kind of work.

The king didn't seem to care much about his cousin's life or death, and just found an excuse to execute him.

"okay……"

As for the assassin imprisoned next door... Although he helped Annan a lot - assassinating Bal in public to prove his guilt, seeing Bal's disgust and disdain, Annan had no intention of arresting him as well, so he decided to let him die with the fake Bal.

After seeing Bal off, Annan and Maria walked out of the dungeon. "You actually showed mercy to someone who had tried to kill you... This would never happen in the clan."

Maria always compares rat people with humans, and the longer she compares them, the more desperate she becomes.

"It wouldn't happen to most nobles, but I don't really care about it."

As Annan spoke, he stepped onto the stairs, suddenly turned around and stared into the depths of the dark dungeon.

"what happened?"

"Breathing sound...did you hear it?"

Maria shook her head.

"Let's go...let the judge find someone to deal with that iron girl."

"You are the president of the court."

"Then change the station."

Annan didn't want to get involved in the troubles left by the Guardian Church, nor did he think he could get in touch with her by relying on his own charm - he had to be an elite at least a master.

But he could ask Olmedo to help him find out what the Iron Maiden of the New Capital Church is... and before that, he would not come to the dungeon of the Purification Court again.

Annan made the smartest decision, but it was still too late.

That night, while meditating in the Military Minister's residence, a faint cry for help reached his ears.

"help me……"

Annan interrupted his meditation and opened his eyes. Then he was hit by dampness, coldness and darkness. The smell in the air was very familiar to Annan...

The magic lamp was taken away? There should be light outside the window, and this cold and gloomy...

Annan took out the magic lamp from his magic ring. The light spread out, illuminating the cell.

Is this... the church dungeon?
How could he be here, or rather, why was he dreaming?
"help me……"

The faint cry for help sounded again, and Annan identified the source: behind the wall was the Iron Maiden's cell.

"Who are you?" Annan asked.

As usual, the voice would continue to call out "Save me" regardless, but somewhat unexpectedly, she answered Annan's question: "We have met before..."

Annan stood up, not sure whether he was really captured in the dungeon or it was an illusion, so he was not in a hurry to get away. He opened the unlocked cell door and went to the deepest part, where he saw the girl shackled in iron armor.

"You want me to save you?"

"Only you can hear me... please save me..."

There was no rise and fall of the chest, no opening and closing of the lips, only the sound of the girl's voice was heard.

"How can I save you?"

"Open it……"

"It" refers to the iron torture instrument.

Annan stood in front of the cell but did not go in: "I have a question... Why were you imprisoned here by the church using special means?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the coldness around him seemed to have consciousness and turned into pale hands to grab Annan's soul.

A tremor rose up from deep within his heart, but Annan remained indifferent: "It's no use for you to threaten me."

Whether it's the Kingdom of Rekanel, the Demon Lord, or the Skaven, they are all more powerful than the Iron Maiden. The god Annan also raised a spirit before, letting it crawl on his hands and rubbing his face against hers. So no matter who she is... please get in line.

(End of this chapter)