Alien world

Chapter 114 113. The new subordinate
The red flow arrow that merged into the fire cloud flew from the west and fell into the window of the Reeves family castle.

The young girl sat at the desk by the window, quietly flipping through the loss report delivered on her collar.The magic lamp shone, casting her in a hazy twilight.

Wounded farmers and ruined houses can be healed and rebuilt, the real problem is the farmlands tainted by ratmen.

Ratmen make humans fear not only the speed of reproduction, but also the pollution of farmland and water sources where they pass.

The shocking figures in the report and the loss of Levi's attack and the resulting riots mean that this year's harvest in Osulonde Territory will be ugly.

There is only one month left until the autumn harvest, but they fell before the autumn harvest.

Taking out the quill from the ink bottle, she wrote a beautiful note on the report:

Prohibition of drinking stagnant water, burying the wells at the site of the incident, all water sources must be boiled before drinking, burning polluted wheat fields, searching farmers' barns and homes, and preventing people who love food from hiding contaminated grains to spread corruption.

A fiery red afterimage suddenly fell into the window sill and jumped to the desk, flapping its wings to dry the ink.

A smile appeared on Shujing's face, she moved away from the report and took off the letter paper from Fire Crow's paw.

At this time, noisy footsteps came from outside the corridor.

boom--

The lively girl burst into the room with a billowing black skirt and a shout.

"The idiot brother wrote again? What did he say!"

"He said he knew about the situation in the territory, and he bought a thousand gold coins of grain and sent it back."

"The little boy who followed my ass all day has grown up." Laila said with feigned maturity, her nimble eyes froze suddenly: "Wait a minute, where did he get so much money!?"

"Levis...Annan is a warlock now."

"Hey...he can't be..."

"Don't read those novels all the time..." Itilia reluctantly handed the wrinkled letter paper to her sister.

"The wording is still so ugly, sister, you never said him... so he snatched thousands of gold coins from a villain." Laila puffed up her chest proudly, "As expected of the pride of our Reeves family .”

"Is there anything you want to tell your brother?"

"Let him take care of it...no!"

Leila ran out as rashly as if she had rushed in.

clang - clang -

The curtain bell on the clock tower echoed in the fading night of the evening, leaving only Itilia and her shaking shadow in the bedroom.

Laila is an idiot who never doubts her family, fights or is on the way all day long.

Itilia is not.

She was keenly aware that her brother's failure to reply for several days was definitely not due to the simple reason of "closing the city due to rats".

Nothing could break the Reeves family's affection, not even the Ratmen.

Itilia wrote back, hoping that he would tell the truth about what happened at home.

In the middle of the night, the fire crow fell into the open window, waking up Etilia who was resting on the chair.

In the light of the magic lamp, the crooked text briefly described that he was slandered as a counterfeit by the haunted rat man, then he was put in a dungeon, and he escaped with the help of Olmedo and his friends, and the crisis was resolved.

Everything seems to be turning around...

But is this really the case?
Itilia was lying at the desk and writing: Dear brother...

……

Late at night, François carried the fourth treasure chest from the carriage into the bedroom.

Lifting the lid of the box, those lovely golden elves lay quietly in the treasure box.

"Those slaves have been freed by me, and they know that you saved them."

The King of the North is in the limelight, and Black Tie Reis' backer dare not provoke him.Not surprisingly, after Francois "looted", his caravan should fall apart.

Francois found that Annan did not have much joy: "What's wrong with you?"

"My sister said that the crisis is not over yet, and the enemy is still around." Annan said, who had just received a reply.

The secret societies are the good guys, the Francois are the good guys, the Olmedos are the good guys, the Countess is the good guys... so who are the bad guys?
"Do you have any ideas?" Annan asked him.

"We are still too weak, or we have not integrated into Breeze City..."

A king in the north who has no real power and is still in trouble, a notorious baron, and the only Geoffrey Olmedo has a grudge because of his father.

"Have another banquet," suggested François.

"We are strong enough to face the storm."

……

Ms. Fine Wine is still in charge of preparing the invitation letter.

Having nothing to do, Annan went to the Santo's Mansion in the morning and personally invited Olmedo to the banquet tonight.The young city lord readily agreed.

"What do you think of Viscount Reagan?"

Annan looked away from the bustling square outside the window: "I only passed by there a few times."

"We are not far from the answer... After the end, do you want to become a nobleman? I can hand over that territory to you."

Annan was about to say something when there was a hasty knock on the oak door.

"Come in."

The captain of the guard that Annan met in the dungeon broke in: "The viscount is dead..."

Viscount Reagan, who falsely accused Annan, died in the dungeon together with the half-blood giant who guarded him.

It didn't take long for the second bad news to come, and Viscount Reagan's territory was also attacked.

Olmedo hurried to the dungeon, Annan returned to the manor, and then he was puzzled by the attack-the existence behind the scenes could solve the half-blood giant and Viscount Reagan in order to cover up the evidence, why didn't he do this to himself directly?

In the afternoon, there was finally good news.

Katarina and the ogre escape safely, taking the orc with them.

A slow and heavy caravan drove into the manor.

An Nan, who was standing in the living room, retreated from the maid, leaving only Della behind.

Two hideous silhouettes and a familiar stench emerged from the steps outside the door: a brown orc with protruding canines and an ogre with a cloth wrapped around its chest and waist.

The ogre stepped into the rich and bright living room and looked down at the tiny human beings.Its thick palms could easily grab Annan, and even Della didn't have time to save Annan when it made a move.

But Annan still looked at the ogre honestly.

"I've prepared a huge apple pie."

"I will fight for you." The ogre bowed his head obediently.

Then Annan looked at the bonus orc.

"Short, take me back to Grogda, and I will help you fight."

Annan accepted them, and then began to arrange the first thing: a bath.

Annan had no real evidence that ogres and orcs had body odor, but cleaning and soaking just made them go from unbearable to slightly unpleasant.

Maybe a piece of meat cut from them will smell bad after being roasted.

Sitting on the grass, the ogre who was about to eat a large apple pie looked at Annan: "Are you thinking of something offensive?"

"Are all ogres sharp?"

"Most of my kind are stupid and blind. I am different," said the ogre. "The only difference between me and the two-headed magician is that I lack a head."

"But you seem to have a bad sense of smell."

"Because we paralyze ourselves with the familiar," says the ogre like a philosopher.

(End of this chapter)