Alien world

Chapter 1261 183. The Brutal Overlord

After the Black Widow finished her bath and changed into a black dress, Annan went out with her and followed the maid waiting outside the door to the dining room.

The banquet was a private one, without lively dancing or noisy guests. There were only Annan, the Black Widow, and Lord Raymond and his nephew.

Annan formally met Lord Raymond - his body, comparable to that of Grand Marshal Galkin, was naked, with large areas of exposed skin covered with golden chain mail, and even his ears, nose, and even lips were inlaid with exquisite gold ornaments.

He probably had dozens of pounds of gold on him alone.

"Do you know Marshal Galkin of the Raymond Kingdom and Duke Kingsley of the Or Empire?" Annan couldn't help but ask.

Could it be that they have similar bloodlines? After all, it is difficult for a purebred human to reach a terrifying weight of more than 2,000 pounds comparable to a griffin...

"You're not the first person to say we're alike." A rough laugh sounded.

Lord Raymond did not stand up. He was slightly startled when he saw Annan making a gesture inside the Church of Wealth, and a slight smile appeared on his bloated face.

"We've met."

"Why don't I remember?"

Lord Raymond has an outstanding physique. If Annan had seen him before, he would definitely have an impression of him. Could it be that he was in the Elf King’s Court?
The maid guided Annan to sit at the other end of the long table, and then the great lord said, "The Holy Temple."

Annan looked up in surprise and happened to meet the eyes of the overlord.

They chose the same way to eliminate the hostility - Annan used the pendant, and Lord Raymond used the Holy Temple.

But it did work. Annan lost some of his hostility, and Lord Raymond no longer cared about the damage caused by the blue dragon in the Broken Mountains.

The maid pushed a golden dining cart over, took out a golden plate and placed it in front of Annan, and then put the cutlery aside...well, it was also golden.

But after seeing so many of them, Annan was almost immune to these golden elves. As the food came, Annan, who had not eaten much after two days of traveling, took a bite of the golden spoon. The black widow nodded to him and began to taste it.

Annan didn't have much of a desire for food; in comparison, he was more concerned about not bending the heavy but extremely soft tableware.

Besides that, Annan thought Lord Raymond would be eating with a golden bucket or something, but it turned out to be the same food as his.

Annan stirred the broth with a spoon, and the gold was stained with oil, which reminded him of an interesting thing: "Lord Raymond, have you ever heard of gold foil?"

"what is that?"

"It is said that outside of Allen's world, there is a group of people who make gold into foils as thin as hair and thinner than yarn, wrap them in food, and then eat them together with the food. Because gold cannot be digested, it will not cause damage to the body and can be reused."

Killian, who was putting the spoon into his mouth, paused, feeling disgusted and a little curious.

Lord Raymond asked curiously, "What does gold taste like?"

"It has no taste, but some people like this extravagant and decadent feeling." Annan narrated slowly: "Eat the world's favorite gold, and then excrete it..."

"What a blasphemy..."

Unexpectedly, Lord Raymond not only disliked it, but was extremely disgusted by it.

In his view, gold is beautiful, pure, noble and cannot be defiled. Turning gold into food and eating it is a blasphemy against it.

However, in Annan's eyes, there is no difference between using gold to build palaces, pave roads, and make ornaments and eating it.

They all make valuable things become worthless.

Lord Raymond was slow to talk about business, and Annan was not in a hurry. He quietly listened to Lord Raymond talking about the customs and habits of the Broken Mountains, missing the prosperity when the Fortune Church was still there, and complaining about the riots everywhere. Especially the latter.

After the Years of Turmoil, the gold mines in the Broken Mountains began to dry up. As the taxes collected became less and less, in order to keep the money collected unchanged, Lord Raymond asked all the lords in the Broken Mountains to increase taxes.

If taxes are increased, the profits of mining areas will decrease. With less profits, mine owners will make workers work very hard and deduct their wages. If workers don't get paid, they can't survive.

"They actually dared to start a riot. There is a resistance organization that wants to overthrow the Raymond family. It's ridiculous... I just sent someone to tell them, "As long as you kill your leader, I will give you the status of residents", and they willingly betrayed their leader-"

"and then?"

"Of course, we tortured their leader in front of everyone. That guy was a woman, and my men peeled off her skin while she was still alive and showed it to her... Hehe, the woman who didn't say a word despite being tortured went crazy when she saw her own skin. It was really interesting...

"In order to commemorate this guy who dared to resist me, I put her skin in the trophy room. Are you interested in visiting it?" Lord Raymond became interested and invited Annan to visit his private collection.

"No..."

The smile on the face of Free Blade leader Annan Reeves gradually turned into a polite one. Even if it would make him angry, Annan would refuse.

Lord Raymond was unhappy about being rejected, and felt that the atmosphere was a bit awkward. Annan followed up by asking, "What about the traitors? Those who betrayed the resistance leaders."

"Of course we killed them together."

"Kill them? Didn't you say you would give them resident status?"

"Annan, you are still young. When facing rebels, you should use all means possible, bloody and cruel suppression! Let the remaining people know the consequences of going against the lord."

Annan did not agree with this. Lord Raymond's way of doing things made Black Widow despise him.

Lord Raymond then asked, "If it were you, what would you do?"

"If it were me, I would do what I said and let some of them go back to continue to be resistance leaders. I would control their dynamics under my own hands and eventually turn them into my own strength..." Annan said casually.

"Good idea, but like a woman."

Lord Raymond snorted coldly, his gruff voice echoing in the dining room: "People fear power. If you take a step back, he will take a step forward. If you acquiesce once, he will provoke you twice!"

"So once the enemy appears, we must strike them with thunder and lightning until they are dead!"

Annan didn't want to continue this topic, fearing that he would no longer be able to suppress his hostility towards this fat pig.

He lowered his head to eat something, but when he stirred the broth, the thought of skinning someone alive and letting the bloody victim see his skin...he lost his appetite.

"Lord Raymond, I'm here for one thing... or two. Are you looking for the Imperial Princess, Joan, who is also the envoy of Liberty City, and the Blue Dragon?"

"Oh, there was a little misunderstanding between the imperial princess and my nephew."

"Since this is a misunderstanding, please ask the Grand Lord to cancel the wanted order first."

As for asking for an explanation...it depends on the attitude of Joan and Elimois.

But when Annan mentioned the cancellation, Lord Raymond, who was poking a large piece of meat with a golden fork, stopped.

"That's another price."

(End of this chapter)