Alien world

Chapter 1031 262. An Apple Pie
"How was my performance?"

Compared to Annan's ease, Renato looked much more worried.

His worries were being realized: Annan's status was getting higher and higher, and he was even valued by Clo, so he had to have face-to-face contact with the king and the head of the parliament.

Annan is the soul of Liberty City. Once he is caught, it will be the end...

Renato didn't know about the Warlock Protection Association's crystal, so it was normal for him to think so.

This is also the consensus of most people: rather than being impressed by the potential of Liberty City, it is more because of the power behind Liberty City.

Given the relationship between Liberty City and the Empire, they always felt that the Montreal Golden Family was behind this war: it was just a civil war between the Montreal Family and the Montreal Family, and Liberty City was the gray glove of the Empire.

Annan's coming to the new capital made them even more certain: "Look, even Annan risked his life to come to the new capital. Isn't that proof?"

However, this accidental encounter also made these people more loyal to Annan. Standing between a fleet and a shabby ship is not a choice.

"The kingdom's number one enemy is in the new capital, and he is respected by the king and the head of the council. Don't you think that's cool?"

"cool?"

“It means excitement.”

"I don't think so, and I don't understand... You are risking Liberty City. Why?"

Annan smiled, thinking that this was an obvious answer.

Annan got off the bus at the fork in the road and returned to the Purification Court.

As soon as he reached the door, Annan saw Martin sitting on the steps, with his legs bent and his chin lowered, looking like a man in deep thought.

"what happened to you?"

Martin asked, "Didn't Aunt Susan make an apple party today?"

"uh-huh."

"So where did you get that apple pie you gave me?"

"Take your time to think about it."

Annan walked around and asked Maria first: "Is there any movement from the Iron Girl?"

When he got a negative answer, he and Maria moved the bed deep into the dungeon.

The dungeon guard pretended not to see it, and Maria also wanted to pretend she didn't know: "Do you want me to avoid it?"

"Why do you always want to avoid it?" Annan looked at Maria suspiciously, suspecting that she didn't want to be tainted by bad luck: "Come and help."

"doing what?"

Annan pointed at the Iron Girl, then at the bed, and motioned for her to be carried over.

Before taking action, Annan said to the sleeping Iron Girl, "I'm helping you move to a more comfortable place. You don't want to sit on damp and cold bricks all the time, do you? I'm not sure if professionals will suffer from uterine cold, but except for ascetics, I've never seen many professionals willing to sleep on stones."

The Iron Girl is very heavy...mainly because of the heavy rusty torture instruments and the shackles holding them together.

Annan glanced at the distance and said, "Just wear it like this...A-choo!"

"Don't blame me. Who knows if removing the shackles will break the seal?"

Annan sniffed, put the Iron Girl down first, moved the bed over, and then moved the Iron Girl up.

The velvet bed had sunk into a deep hole, and then Annan put the table and magic lamp in one after another, and put the cold thick soup that had not been touched on the table. The dungeon finally had a warm atmosphere.

Letting Maria leave first, Annan went into the cell next door and fell asleep silently.

Dark, damp, cold...the dungeon in the dream still maintains its original appearance.

Annan walked outside the Iron Girl's cell.

"The food is untouched. Don't you like it? Or are you unable to eat it?"

"I just want to get out..."

Annan shook his head: "No, if I let you out, you will unleash disaster... I can't let you destroy the new capital."

"Do you care about the new capital?" "I care about the people here."

This was also the answer that Annan gave to Renato at the time, but he didn't say it out loud.

Everything Annan did was to minimize the cost to civilians.

Everyone knows that new kings are dangerous, but if they stay here for one more day, the nobles will no longer dare to oppress the civilians, and dozens of oppressed people in the kingdom will wake up.

"Does the torture device make you unable to move?" Annan returned to the original question, "Can't you even open your mouth and swallow?"

"……what you up to?"

"Aunt Susan's apple pie is really delicious, sweet and sour, and soft. One bite will make you feel like you are in an apple orchard in spring."

……

Later, Annan asked Aunt Susan to make three more apple pies: one each for Martin and the Iron Maiden, and the remaining one for him and Maria.

When Annan came to deliver the apple pie, Martin realized the truth: "It's tomorrow's apple pie!"

"What about apple pie tomorrow?"

“The apple pie you gave me yesterday is today’s apple pie!”

"Yes, that's it."

Annan did not argue with Martin, lest he be led into familiar territory. He put another copy in the office to enjoy with Maria later, and Annan and Maria went back into the dungeon.

She watched from outside the cell. Louise didn't like her very much, and nothing good would happen if she got close to her.

Annan cut the apple pie with a table knife, and the soft applesauce mixed with honey flowed out stickily, spreading the sweet aroma in the cell.

He cut off a small piece, put it on a plate, and handed it to the Iron Girl.

The Iron Maiden remained motionless.

"I guess you mean you can't do it." Annan said, picking up a piece with his fork and bringing it to the Iron Girl's mouth.

The fragrance rushed into the Iron Girl's nose unrestrainedly, and her slightly open lips made Annan's mouth corners curl up.

Aunt Susan's apple pie Even the orcs couldn't choose between the barbecues, so wouldn't it be easy to get a priest who hasn't eaten for who knows how long to speak?
Annan skillfully fed the Iron Girl piece by piece of apple pie, just as if he was feeding Lily, Silly Cat and Little Spider.

Speaking of which, Silly Cat and Little Spider still haven't sent back any news...

When I came to my senses, the whole plate of apple pie had been eaten by the Iron Girl.

"Do you want more?" Annan asked.

The Iron Girl pursed her lips in response.

There was some jam on the corner of her lips. The pink lips and the light yellow honey were unbearable.

Annan took out his handkerchief and said hesitantly, "Uh...if you don't want me to sneeze, just let me sneeze."

The Iron Girl didn't make Annan sneeze.

Annan leaned over and touched the corner of the iron girl's lips with a handkerchief through his palm. Even through a layer of soft cloth, he could still feel the soft touch of the girl's lips that made his heart flutter.

When it seemed that Annan was captured by the softness, the iron girl opened her lips slightly and said: "I have a pair of shackles on my feet, it hurts me so much, can you help me loosen them..."

"So you can talk." Annan glanced at the iron girl's white ankles and shook his head, "No, you will release bad luck... wipe it off."

Annan kicked off his handkerchief, stood up and said to her, "Just tell me what you want. I can give you everything except freedom."

"What... can you give me?"

"As long as I can give it to you."

"What if I say...I want you?"

"queue."

(End of this chapter)