Alien world

Chapter 1196 Chapter 118. The remaining two gifts

Betula York doesn't like it here.

Under Annan's personal guidance, he toured Liberty City and thought that it was a hotbed of chaos, a minions of the abyss, a feast for the disordered, and a sinister place that should be purified by the Supreme Heaven!

There is no order here... Look, letting ordinary people join the army, letting succubi do business, giving goblins citizenship, and allowing civilians to go to school, it's simply nonsense!
There is actually a rat-man sculpture standing in the cemetery. How blasphemous is this! ?

Betula York did not show his good qualities, but as a sorcerer, Annan keenly noticed that the executive sent by the third prince did not seem to like this place.

But it doesn’t matter, as long as the gift is delivered.

As the Elf Royal Court changed its mind and left Wilhelm's environment, Annan gradually realized that he didn't really need the people there - not to mention that the Third Prince had the Second Prince, the First Prince, the House of Representatives and the King before him. Even if the Executive had objections, would the Kingdom of Paem send troops to Middle-earth to fight him?

It is enough for him to manage Middle-earth well. As for the outside world... even legendary wizards have to fly there for several days and nights. It is difficult for Liberty City to radiate its influence there. The most he can do is to open a commercial street there and maintain trade relations.

The two gifts sent by the third prince were one in his name and the other in the name of the kingdom.

Annan first followed Betula York to see the former. The gifts sent by the third prince were dazzling: more seeds, mountains of potions piled in boxes, and mountains of precious metals and magic materials.

These things are enough to make a small territory ambitious.

This is only the second gift...what about the third?

Annan followed Betula York to the deepest cabin, where even the guards at the cabin door were two great wizards.

As they removed the runes and opened the cabin door, Annan saw the treasure placed on the mithril base, which had not yet been activated: a precious arcane energy core, and it was a medium-sized arcane energy core!
Annan suppressed the urge to pounce on it and lick it crazily, and asked in surprise: "Isn't it too expensive..."

“You’re worth it.”

As expected of Wilhelm's Thirteenth Supreme King, a gift like that is worth a million... although Annan's help in the Elf King's Court was not worth that much money.

Annan took back his previous thoughts. It was still very necessary to maintain friendly relations with the Kingdom of Paem...

He and the King of Gold had formed a deep friendship in the North!

As for Betula York’s little mood... it doesn’t matter. Annan has at least three ways to make the executive happy: banquets, succubus, and helping him gain the country!

Annan sent Betula York to the embassy and urged Ingrid to send someone to move the things off the ship as soon as possible.

The third medium-sized arcane energy core solved Liberty City's urgent problem, but it only expanded outward by about 300 meters, almost as long as a street in Rainbow City.

The happiest people, apart from Annan who got the money for free, were probably the residents around the school. With the new arcane energy core, the school could expand outwards instead of demolishing the mansion, and they all celebrated that they didn't have to move.

Annan was thinking of making some noise tomorrow and holding a banquet to publicize the visit of the Kingdom of Paem, but he did not expect that the executive of the kingdom would take the initiative to visit the city lord's mansion that evening.

"Betula York? Please sit down." Annan came to the lounge and asked Laila who was passing by to help bring two cups of hot drinks.

Betula York looked at Laila. Even the maids here were unkempt, and there was a pungent fishy smell...

"Let me introduce her. She is my second sister, Layla Reeves."

Without saying a word, Betula York stopped moving his upper body and sat on the sofa with his legs bent, his movements impeccable.

Annan thought that the kingdom's executive's visit at night was for important business, and it was true, but it was not an important matter in his eyes.

Betula York talked with Annan about the topic of order. He first praised Annan as a good lord and that Free City had the potential to become a big force, and then made some appropriate criticisms.

It is still the theory that "a farmer's son is a farmer, a groom's son is a groom, and a noble's son is a noble", and it is believed that only in this way can there be long-term stability.

"Let me give you an example... Those refugees who have lost their homes and those hooligans who have nowhere to go can only rot and stink in the quagmire of sin, but with just one chance, they will become farmers with their own land and glorious soldiers." "But as long as there is sufficient order, no one will lose their homes, and no one will be left without a way to go."

"I have seen the most despicable elves and the most noble ratmen. How do you deal with accidents?"

"Keep an eye on them."

Betula York gave Annan an unexpected yet reasonable answer.

When order is strong enough, it can indeed keep an eye on every accident and prevent it from becoming disorderly.

"Is this the order you're pursuing?" But Annan shook his head and said, "Freezing people in ice is not order..."

Annan thought that the conversation would end in a bad mood, but unexpectedly, Betula York's attitude suddenly changed 180 degrees.

"It seems that you already have something in common with His Royal Highness the Third Prince..."

……

When Gail, who was worried about everything, went to see Maria, she was in the library, reading a famous book.

Lindy, the deputy director of the library and the wine lady's niece, looked around the corner curiously.

It is rare to see one rat man on normal days, but there are two tonight.

"Since when did mice start to like reading books..." muttered Mr. Victor on the recliner.

Maria's ears twitched and she looked up at Gale who was approaching.

"Hello, Master Priest..."

She remained in awe of Gale, but it was not certain how much sincerity she had in him.

Gail was in no mood to worry about her identity, she came to Maria to clear her confusion: she told her about Annan's arrangements.

"I'm going to pick ten ratmen to come over...what do you suggest?"

Gail and Maria didn't communicate much. After all, the gray rats hardly had contact with the brown rats, and she had threatened her before.

Even when she asked for help, her tone was stiff.

“Only ten?” Maria closed the book.

"Any questions?"

"The problem is that there are too few of them. Since Annan trusts you, let's find a hundred first." Maria roughly guessed Annan's intention and said cooperatively.

The tunnels are hiring, and who’s better at digging holes than ratmen?
Moreover, the Saints might be very happy if they asked the Stuhn Ratman to help them without paying any money...

"Are you sure?" Gail asked doubtfully.

"When I met Annan, he was only this tall." Maria gestured in front of her chest.

Gale looked at the height the brown-haired mouse was indicating and tried to put on a serious expression: "He is the same now."

"I mean I know him well enough."

(End of this chapter)