Alien world

Chapter 1037 268. But Martin discovered

[The newspaper "The Glory of Recanal" used sophisticated lies to make the people believe that they had the upper hand in the war with Liberty City. In order to commend the newspaper's ability to lie to the people, the palace asked the court painter to paint an oil painting for the newspaper "The Glory of Recanal" with the title "Glory Shining on Recanal".

On the day the work was completed, the court painter invited officials to inspect the oil painting.

The official pointed to the newspaper office filled with soldiers in the painting and asked, "What is this?"

“This is a newspaper office.”

"What are they doing?"

"They're looking for the Freeblade."

"Where is the president?"

"The president is in the dungeon."】

Annan and Evelyn worked together. He created a scandal in the new capital, and Evelyn spread the scandal in the free city.

Evelyn said she liked it this way, without news making news.

After all, Bal was a member of the royal family. In order to avoid any further complications, Annan sent Bal and the scapegoat who knew the truth to the gallows early. And according to the old rules, he used torture instruments to destroy Bal's bodies beyond recognition. Even Bal's own mother could not recognize him.

After presiding over the hanging, Annan hurried back to the Purification Court. He did not wait for Terry, but waited for a special news: Kelberos arrived in the capital.

"Kyle...hmm, sounds familiar."

"Grand Duke Barbatod's contracted mage."

"Who is Babatod?"

"He is a legendary wizard who once went to the North to find you with the Eighth Holy Grail Knight, Lord Mel. He likes to wear a black cloak..."

"Oh~ It's him."

Speaking of Kelberos, Annan couldn't remember who he was for a moment, but when it came to the little bat, Annan remembered it immediately.

I even sent him a New Year's gift.

But Annan was unsure how familiar they were with each other and how he could reveal his identity in front of him.

It was winter, and he couldn't possibly come to the new capital just to hibernate.

"Because Grand Duke Barbatos is in the new capital?" Annan asked.

"It seems that Grand Duke Barbatod has re-recruited him."

"I don't know."

Annan was surprised by what the confidant said next: the legendary wizard Kelberos was actually a mercenary.

He had been employed by Grand Duke Barbatod for a long time, and then after Mel's death and the migration of the capital, Kerberos left the North.

A few days ago, Grand Duke Barbatode contacted him again.

It seems that the Free Blade's advancing step by step has given the Kingdom's Grand Duke a sense of urgency.

Annan thought for a moment and thought that there was a chance that Kelberos would stand on his side, at least he would not help either side.

"Well, I'll write a letter and you send someone to give it to him."

Having his trusted followers waiting for him, Annan came to the president's office, took out a piece of letter paper and wrote: "I am Annan Reeves. Have you returned to the New Capital? There are no good people there. Why don't you come to Liberty City... No, it's too explicit."

Annan shook his head, crumpled up the paper, and wrote a new letter:
"Do you remember me? I'm Annan. How are you these days? I still miss the time I spent with you and Teacher Meier. I heard that you went to the new capital... Damn, that's too sentimental."

Annan could almost imagine Kelberos pinching his nose and saying it stinks. He shook his head, tore the letter into pieces, and wrote another one:
"I'm Annan. What are you doing in Xinwang? It's very dangerous here."

That's it. Whether it's useful or not is not the point, at least it's sincere enough.

After putting the letter into an envelope and handing it to the confidant waiting outside, Annan watched him walk out the door and asked Maria, "Is Terry back?"

"not yet."

"It's been several hours... It seems that the case is very difficult." Annan checked the time. It was just noon. "Let's eat first."

Olme has some of Annan's shadow, such as not caring about status, acting directly and without airs.

The chefs of the Purification Court were already used to the president and the soldiers coming to the cafeteria to eat, which resulted in the cafeteria's dishes becoming more delicious and richer. Today's menu included a clam soup, and Annan asked for a bowl out of curiosity. When it was served, the milky white soup was fragrant and delicious.

He asked the chef to prepare another bowl, and even though he had not finished eating yet, Annan brought it to the dungeon.

"I made a bowl of clam chowder myself, would you like to try it?"

"I want to eat by myself..."

"Can you move?" Annan pretended not to understand.

Iron Girl Doesn't Speak
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Annan's stomach suddenly made a noise, and when he felt a little embarrassed, the iron girl seemed to be touched and opened her lips slightly.

"Louise, I know you are a very good girl. Your past unfortunate experiences have not polluted your noble soul..."

Annan whispered as he fed the Iron Girl soup spoonful by spoonful.

If the members of the Church of Doom knew that someone said this about Louise, the first thing they would do is kill him, and the second thing is to run as far away as possible before Louise gets angry.

But in the dungeon, she just kept silent for a moment, and continued: "You want to digest my bad luck? It's useless to do so..."

"why?"

"Can you use words to retract a drawn bow?"

Annan understood the example and asked tentatively, "What if I send you to the wilderness?"

"You're going to let me go?"

"I can't let you become a bigger and bigger powder keg..." Annan put the empty bowl aside and took out a handkerchief. "You are so good-looking, I guess you are not a bad person who is unforgivable, right?"

The Iron Girl was silent for a long time, then sneered.

"Innocent……"

……

After returning the bowl to the chef, Annan sat in the empty cafeteria and ate in silence.

He thought so too, actually trying to influence a priest official through charm.

Being young and beautiful doesn't mean you're easy to fool... Not everyone is as naive as the 495-year-old Lena.

I have to find another way to contact the Iron Girl...

Just as I was thinking about it, the sound of chaotic footsteps came in.

Annan saw Terry coming back with his men, but he didn't know whether he had finished the case or just came back to eat.

"Master An...Master Olmey, you will never guess what we found!" Terry rushed to the table excitedly.

Annan put his hand out to block the clam soup and moved it in front of him: "I can guess from your reaction... what's the good news?"

"Well... Actually it's not good news, but we found something extraordinary..."

Annan asked the chef to prepare food for his men and asked Terry to sit in front of him.

"We learned from the old gravekeeper of the cemetery that the people who buried the dead were a group of people without little fingers. The only gang nearby that met the requirements was the Harrah gang. We went to investigate the Harrah gang and found that they were a peripheral gang of the Shadow Brotherhood. I suspect that the dead are related to the Shadow Brotherhood."

"We made a mistake. We didn't pay attention to hiding ourselves. The Shadow Brotherhood discovered us, but they didn't dare to offend the Purification Court, so they used a piece of information to exchange for us not to investigate."

"He said the news was related to the bloodline of the old capital and thought we might be interested..."

"What a coincidence?"

"What's so coincidental?"

Annan told Terry about "the case" that the Speaker was going to give him.

Terry was stunned and said, "We are so lucky..."

"It's Martin's luck."

(End of this chapter)