Alien world

Chapter 1204 126. Annan fell asleep under the tree in the other world...

"Thank you, Master."

"I should thank you..." The middle-aged wizard who cast a spell on Little Smokey put down his staff and said with emotion: "The last time I came into contact with the mastery of Ratman was when I was an apprentice. The strict mentor Thro required each of us to master ten first-level spells. In order to be lazy, we chose Common, Elven, Orcish, Dwarven... Ratman mastery. Ah, it really makes me miss it."

After being forced to listen to the mage's recollections in the Mage Tower for a long time and finally being let go, little Smokey couldn't wait to rush back to the camp.

"Hello, I'm Smalls... Hello... Hello, Alvin and the Chipmunks..."

Little Smooth practiced the Rat language along the way and felt like a snake, spitting saliva uncontrollably.

The rat craftsmen were still eating the food carefully prepared by Little Smo: rats do not distinguish between staple foods and side dishes, so the rat meal is a brown paste made of crushed bread, pumpkin, minced meat, and sauce. The image... is not very beautiful, and it looks even uglier when packed in a barrel, but the taste is unexpectedly good.

If it weren't for the fact that his appearance could easily lead to misunderstanding, Little Smo would have wanted to promote it among the workers.

"Hello, Alvin and the Chipmunks."

Little Small, who could easily identify the Alvin and the Chipmunk, walked up to it and spoke in the Rat language.

"Human thing! How do you know the Saint language?"

The Rat People's language contains many breathing sounds that are suitable for rodents to make. Alvin and the Chipmunk who speaks the Rat People's language has none of the stupidity that he had in the past.

"I just learned it from the Mage Tower."

Magic is really amazing. Little Smoo, who couldn't even say "hello" just now, has now spoken the Skaven language fluently, even using the special swear words of different clans.

Why are there so many swear words in Rat People's language?
"Are you learning the language of the Rat People?" asked Alvin and the Chipmunk.

"Is this strange? Lord Annan would say the same thing."

"Freak..."

He finally understood the short words that Alvin and the Chipmunks were mumbling, and put on a serious expression: "You shouldn't say that about Lord Annan. You can come to Liberty City and enjoy the same treatment as the workers, all thanks to the kind Lord Annan!"

"It's not a bad word." said Alvin and the Chipmunk.

After reviewing the new knowledge in his mind, Little Smo found that the rat people did use the word "freak" to praise... Among the rat people, being different means you have a chance to escape from your pariah status.

The whistle for the end of lunch break echoed from outside the tunnel. The ratmen craftsmen stood up one after another without even saying a word, put on their hand guards, and continued to work.

Amidst the sudden sparks and piercing noises, the whispers of the ratmen craftsmen began to be heard.

This time, little Smokey understood.

He didn't think this was a despicable act... After all, they had done it on his behalf and had already told Alvin and the Chipmunks.

He listened carefully, what would the ratman craftsman say...

Are they living in a rat-tide, or are they complaining about a particular rat, or are they just particles of an action?

"Jack is still the best."

"Potter is the Boy-Who-Lived who killed the Red King!"

"Jack can survive our big attack!"

"No rat thinks Dracula is awesome?"

They were arguing over which role Annan played was more powerful.

It's a strange feeling, just like...the lady next door talking about the model structure of third-level spells while doing laundry.

As he listened, little Small couldn't stand it anymore.

Because they actually think Dracula is the most powerful, and Potter only relies on his mother's protection!
"You have no idea how powerful Annan Potter is! The Red Devil King is a legendary wizard, but his magic was bounced back by Potter's mother. So how bright will Potter's future be for someone who inherited his mother's talent?"

The "ding-dong" sound in the deepest part of the tunnel suddenly decreased, and the ratman craftsmen's movements became deformed or simply stopped. They looked at Little Smo with fear and dared not move.

Little Smo, who had not expected such an effect, was stunned at first, then his tone softened: "You don't have to be afraid of me. I like watching magic images just like you."

The ratman craftsman remained silent.

"Keep working," said Little Small. The knocking sound started again, but like a hunter who strayed into the forest, the forest that was still full of birdsong and flowers a second ago became dead silent.

With annoyance and helplessness, Little Smooth thought that there was still a long way to go before they could understand the concept of Liberty City...

……

Annan was strolling around the territory as usual, calling it inspection.

When he walked near the arena, his chest suddenly became hot and a smell of sulfur came out.

Realizing what was happening, Annan quickly took out the parchment and walked to an empty corner.

The thick smoke rose up, condensing into a graceful silhouette with a dress as neat as Ingrid's.

"I've tried to contact you several times, but I couldn't get through." Belludona complained as soon as she appeared. "Where have you been?"

"I haven't been anywhere. I've been in Liberty City the whole time." Annan said in confusion, "Could it be that the parchment scroll has lost its magic power?"

"Then how can I contact you now?"

"Yes..."

Belludona stared at Annan and felt that his charm was earned through intelligence.

"Are you thinking of doing something to offend me?" Annan keenly sensed something strange.

"No, I was wondering what the reason was...you walking around?"

"let me try."

Annan was holding the parchment scroll, with Belludona floating behind him, wandering around the Liberty City like a necromancer.

The wizard tower, the crystal nest, the treasury, and even the succubus massage parlor were not spared. When they finally approached the city lord's mansion, the illusion of Belladonna suddenly disappeared.

The source of the shielding turned out to be the City Lord’s Mansion.

Annan retreated all the way and was almost at the center of the square before Belludona was able to contact her again.

"Just now, a force suddenly cut off the connection between the token and the abyss." Belladonna said in surprise.

Annan looked thoughtfully at the branches that emerged from behind the City Lord's Mansion... Could it be a tree from another world?

Come to think of it, I didn't dream about the Demon Lord when I accidentally fell asleep a few days ago...

Annan did not dare to tell Belludona, and only said that there was a broken artifact in the city lord's mansion.

A young tree from another world should be similar to a broken artifact?
"You are so lucky... I'm afraid it's that artifact that protected the City Lord's Mansion."

"So you mean, I can sleep now?"

"What sleep?"

Annan told her that he was afraid to sleep because he was afraid that the Demon Lord would haunt him in his dreams, but Belladonna kept laughing and didn't offer any opinion.

"Don't you have any solution?" Annan said angrily.

"No, huh..." Belludona sighed and wiped the corners of her eyes with her fingers, "I'm just an ordinary devil. How can I get such a big shot?"

"Okay, let me try."

Annan put away the parchment scroll and remembered that he had forgotten to ask Belludona what she wanted to see him about.

After standing for a while and seeing that Belludona didn't come over, Annan prepared for the test.

To be on the safe side, he asked Luo Xi to move a sofa and place it at the foot of the tree in the other world.

Lying in the shade of a tree in the pleasant afternoon, Annan stretched himself and slowly fell asleep...

(End of this chapter)