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Chapter 1032 Chapter 263. Councillors’ Banquet
Annan placed the magic lamp so that the gentle light could spread to every corner of the cell, and left the dungeon with Maria.

The Iron Girl sank into the bed, pursing her lips, as if savoring the sweetness of apple pie...

"I thought you wouldn't be able to help her unlock the shackles."

"This trick can't fool a warlock."

Only Annan can cheat on women, but no woman can cheat on him.

Even a dragon as savvy as Ilimoras had to hand over the treasure, and the Iron Maiden's temptation was really lame.

Coming out of the dungeon, Annan bumped into Renato's confidant, who handed Annan an invitation letter.

"Whose invitation is it?" Annan lowered his head and was about to tear open the invitation letter.

"The councillor."

Annan looked up in surprise.

The invitation letter was indeed signed by the Speaker of Parliament, inviting Annan to attend a banquet tomorrow night.

Unable to figure out the Speaker's thoughts, Annan ran back to the residence with the invitation letter.

"Has the Councillor ever held a banquet before?"

"Rarely, but not zero." At this time, Renato advised Annan not to think too much.

There were a lot of people at the banquet, and quite a few of them were important figures. The Chairman of the Senate might not know anything, and perhaps he only invited important figures from the new capital to the party.

“Am I also a big shot?”

"You are a hot future big shot." Renato said in a nonchalant manner.

Annan was still a little worried because he had just come out of the Iron Girl's cell... Could it be that he was still affected by her bad luck?
It is very easy to confirm. You just need to know who is on the invitation list of the chairman of the parliament.

Renato said he would help with the investigation.

Annan had nothing to do, so he looked through the list of names provided by Sheriff Milburn and picked out someone he didn't like and went to find him.

"I'm working for the Purification Court. I suspect you have the Freedom Blade."

They put accusations on them with ease. If they don't resist, they will go in to collect evidence and arrest them. If they resist, they don't even need an excuse and will just go in to collect evidence.

This trick Annan has tried and tested and it has always worked. It's not that he has a stereotype that all nobles have dirty butts, but in the Kingdom of Rekanel, it is difficult to have a clean butt.

Annan retained a portion of the seized property and sent the rest to the palace.

This was probably the reason why Clo trusted Olmey - other officials not only asked for funds in various pretexts, but also put all the money into their own pockets. However, Olmey not only did not ask for money, but also sent money to the palace. He was also efficient and did not embezzle.

This is why the nobles hate Annan to the core. He seriously undermines the unspoken rules of the new capital. Everyone is trying their best to make money. If you don't do this, aren't you putting us on the fire?

But the Minister of Military Affairs was standing there, and they had to think carefully before they could make any move against Master Olme.

The nobles had no choice but to settle for the next best thing and instead sent gifts, invitations, and even women to win over Master Olme.

Annan, who was returning to the Court of Purification with a group of prisoners, suddenly realized that the chairman of the parliament was acting as a matchmaker for the nobles.
But the senator that Renato mentioned is not such a person.

As the high and mighty head of the Senate and a legendary wizard, the nobles in his eyes were no different from the common people. Such an existence would never look down upon the mortal world.

As for the invitation list, Renato got a part of it: many princes and ministers were on the invitation list, which made Annan feel a little relieved.

But Renato became worried.

Because there is another name on the list: Agarwal.

"Are you going?"

Renato was worried that Annan would not be able to control his emotions.

"Why not? The Councillor's relative died in Breeze City and he could pretend nothing happened, so why can't I?"

Annan's mind flashed with the majestic and flamboyant flaming figure. He wondered who was more powerful, him or the Demon Lord?
After spending half a day interrogating, Annan, with a sense of humor, locked Sheriff Milburn and the captured nobles in adjacent cells.

At least let the nobles know who killed him.

Annan came to the depths of the dungeon again. He could hear a faint noise coming from a distance, which surprised him that he could hear it from such a distance. "Miss Louise, what would you like to eat today? Apple pie, thick soup, or me?"

The Iron Girl was silent for a moment, then chose the fourth one: "Please let me out..."

Annan shook his head and repeated the answer he had already given several times: "No, you will unleash bad luck."

"I won't release..."

"I want to protect...what did you say?"

"I don't release doom..."

"Really?" Annan confirmed again and again.

"Um……"

Annan took out the devil's contract and said, "Let's sign the contract!"

The Iron Girl said softly: "I can't move, please help me unlock the shackles..."

Annan stopped and said, "Don't you still have a mouth?"

The Iron Maiden's words were just a lie. She refused to sign the contract with her mouth and made Annan fall thirteen times on the way out.

If Annan hadn't been soft-hearted and put away the crystal in advance, the Iron Girl would have been the one who was unlucky.

There is really no good way to resolve the resentment of the Iron Girl Annan, but there is someone in Liberty City who can...

Annan asked the nun at the orphanage for advice, and she gently said, "In addition to feeding, you also need companionship."

"How to accompany?"

"Talk to her, tell her stories, and coax her to sleep..."

Annan was thoughtful.

The next day, Annan came to the depths of the dungeon with a bowl of hot soup.

The Iron Girl refused to speak, so Annan sat beside the bed and said, "How can you have the strength if you don't eat enough—"

Annan jumped up as soon as he touched the bed.

My butt seems to be swollen...

Seeing the iron girl still not speaking, Annan had to put the soup aside: "I have to go to the banquet and will come back to accompany you later." After saying that, he rubbed his butt and walked away.

A light laugh was heard from deep within the dungeon as silence gradually returned to its original state.

……

The president's manor was next to the royal palace, almost separated by a wall. But considering the president's power in the kingdom, this was nothing.

The long street outside the manor was filled with luxurious carriages and guests were passing by. Not many people paid attention to Annan. It seemed that he had overthought. He was just one of the guests at this grand banquet.

However, as the most talked-about person in the new capital recently, someone soon came to him.

The energetic noble lady invited Annan to dance.

Even though he tried his best to look ugly, Annan still had a good-looking appearance.

Following Renato's advice, and also to find something to do, Annan held her hand and followed her onto the dance floor, dancing closely to the soothing music.

The noble lady had something in mind. She put her arms around Annan's waist and slid down little by little... When she landed on his buttocks, Annan suddenly arched forward.

"Don't be so anxious..." The noble lady smiled sweetly with seductive eyes.

"No, my butt is swollen..." Annan explained.

Butt...swollen?
The noble lady had no idea what she was thinking of, and quietly let go of Master Olme's hand, and left with an excuse before the dance was over.

If she knew what she had missed, she would hate herself to death, but fortunately she didn't know. And after tonight, the nobles might send men to Annan.

(End of this chapter)