Alien world

Chapter 1040 Chapter 271. The King of the North is in his pocket
"Farro Barros."

Annan of the Purification Court looked at the King in the North, who had not yet had time to change out of his bard's attire, and called his name softly.

"Master Olme..." Faru Barros forced out an ugly smile that looked like crying: "I ate something this morning. Please allow me to empty my stomach first before serving you."

The mascot, the King in the North, had obviously heard some of the rumors and was despairing about his miserable future.

Annan frowned, beginning to think that asking for Faro Barros was a bad idea.

"You don't remember me?"

Faru Barros looked confused and asked cautiously, "Have we met before? Was it at a banquet?"

Giving up explaining, Annan took out the spell book, found the second-ring purification spell and cast it on himself.

The dyed blonde hair began to darken from the roots, the healthy freckled wheat skin faded to a milky white like goat milk, and the prominent upturned corners of the eyes disappeared, except for the height - after all, the long boots that Annan never took off his feet were almost five centimeters higher.

"Misgma is above!"

Faru Barros' eyes widened and his whole body began to tremble.

When Annan thought he was going to faint, Faru Barros regained his composure: "You... you dare to come here."

He even became the head of the Purification Court... Wait, if Annan is Master Olme, then those Free Blades he caught...

Faru Barros didn't dare to think any further. It was too crazy. Annan had kept the entire royal city in the dark...

"I didn't expect you to be okay."

Judging from the relationship between Faru and Grand Duke Barbatod, the Grand Duke should have taken him away from the old royal capital.

"I didn't expect you to come here..." Faru Barros cringed.

Annan couldn't help but sigh. When they first met, Faru still spoke in an elder's tone, worried that he had taken away his position as a mascot. When they met again, he was as timid as a servant... There was already a thick barrier between them.

"Is the Barrows still around?"

Annan asked a nonsense question, and Faro Barros showed his sadness: "Nothing... nothing..."

The carriage was slightly bumpy. At this moment, the two of them shared a common sadness. After a long while, Faro Barros raised his head and said, "Mr. An... Mr. Olme, I have a request."

"You said."

As the King of the North, Annan could understand and tolerate Faro no matter how shameful he was.

Faro Barros asked tentatively: "Can you take me back? I promise not to tell anyone your identity..."

Annan tilted his head and shouted outside, "Terry, throw Faru out."

"No! No..." Faro Barros begged loudly, "If the Grand Duke knew that you left me here, he would punish me. Can you... let me go?"

Annan laughed in anger and scolded: "Look at what you look like now. You have lost all the glory of the King of the North!"

"You're right..." Faro Barros spat in the face.

Annan couldn't help but miss the old patriarch. If he were here, he would definitely be able to train Faru Barros into a tough guy - or break his bones.

"You...are you so good at feeling without dignity?"

"Good! Very good!" Faru Barros shouted, "I don't have to worry about the entire family, the future of the young members, or fight with others for a few resources. I don't have to bear heavy pressure anymore! I don't have to do anything here. I just have to play the clown to coax those noble masters..."

Annan looked at Faru Barros with pity as he recited all these things, and said softly, "Are you tired?"

Faro Barros stood there motionless, his round face was covered with not only sweat but also tears. Annan did not understand Faro Barros, but he understood human nature.

The feeling of being freed from burdens is sweet, but time will make it ferment, and it will become harder and harder to forget and feel unwilling... That is why people regret the past and only the past.

Every flattery and every ridicule over the years has accumulated Faro Barros's regret. After all, if he didn't care, he wouldn't remember it so clearly.

"Do something for me first. You are a smart man and you can guess why I came to the new capital. You can start over from here: the Northern King who has become a mascot has been in contact with other Northern Kings, gathering intelligence for them, and finally overthrowing the evil kingdom together... How about this script?"

Annan's highly contagious words made Faru Barros unable to control himself, his lips trembling slightly: "Smart man? Do you really think so?"

"Only a wise man can bear the humiliation of abandoning his past status and becoming a plaything to please others."

It doesn’t matter whether Faru Barros is a smart man or not. At least at this moment, Faru Barros is determined to follow Annan to do something big.

"Welcome to the Free Blade." Annan extended his hand to him.

Faro Barros shook Annan's sweaty hand

"But what use am I to you?"

"Don't underestimate yourself. Even a branch, a blade of grass, or a piece of mud has its uses." Annan handed him a handkerchief and asked him to wipe the sweat off his face.

"Then what can I do?"

Faro Barros clutched his handkerchief and asked expectantly,
He was still immersed in the grand blueprint of building a big business and restoring the glory of the Barrows family.
"You want me to say that I recruited you because we are both Kings of the North, but I haven't thought of your usefulness yet?"

"Uh... take your time to think about it, take your time to think about it..." Faro Barros was no longer in a hurry. He took a handkerchief and wiped the sweat, tears and grease from his face.

He wiped it very hard, as if he could wipe away his ridiculous past.

The carriage drove into the Purification Court, Annan jumped out and waved to Maria who came out to greet him.

"Look who I brought back."

Maria first looked at Annan for a few times before saying, "Faroo Barros, the King of the North, why did you bring him here?"

“He decided to side with us.”

"Really?"

"Well, he has regretted it a long time ago, but he just needs someone to pull him out of the quagmire."

However, Annan has not figured out how to use Faru Barros... Faru Barros may have accumulated a lot of connections over the years, but they are all useless.

Even if he were to ask those people to borrow 10 Kinnars now, he might not be able to do so - even if they were willing to lend him money, they would ask him to perform a performance first.

"I'm going to go see the Iron Girl," Annan said.

Maria hesitated to speak, but finally nodded.

Annan came to the depths of the dungeon with the magic lamp.

The iron girl, who was already familiar with the footsteps, raised her eyes, but what she saw was not Master Olme, but a handsome and tall stranger figure.

Such a person should not come to a dirty place that desecrates his purity.

The Iron Girl stared at Annan for a long time, then called out softly, "Who are you?"

(End of this chapter)