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Chapter 1288 210. Killian's Past
Before Annan returned to Golden City, information about him was already sent to Golden City.

Annan Reeves does have a good relationship with the Empire, and there are even rumors that he is the illegitimate son of the Montreal Golden Family...but he is really rich.

Intelligence said that Liberty City had commercial streets all over the world, earning him millions of kinaars every year.

Lord Raymond could not resist the temptation to bite a piece of meat from Annan.

Besides this, there were rumors that Annan liked foreigners, noble ladies, and other people's wives and daughters. These were not worth mentioning. Compared with the hobbies of many nobles, Lord Raymond felt that Annan was still too immature.

But being immature also has its advantages.

Lord Raymond called his eldest son, who, if nothing unexpected happened, would also be the future lord of the Broken Mountains: Elvis Raymond.

"Prepare a banquet for our guests and send invitations to all the nobles with beautiful wives and daughters."

"Annan Reeves? Why, father, isn't he our enemy?"

Lord Raymond stared at his son, his narrow eyes devoid of affection: "Elvis, I don't want to say it a second time. If you can't do it, I'll let Killian do it!"

"…I'll be ready, father."

Elvis Raymond bowed his head.

……

At this time, Annan, played by Black Widow, was walking on the street with Killian.

"Where are you taking me?" Killian asked.

"Don't be impatient, you'll know when you get there." Black Widow said, continuing to wander around seemingly aimlessly.

Winter was approaching, and many shops were selling coal. The smooth, shiny coal was piled in baskets, with a wooden sign next to it that read "1 silver, 1 basket".

The price is not cheap, but many people buy it, and many shops have sold out the baskets piled outside. After all, you will freeze to death if you don't light a fire in winter.

A man walked up to the store and took out a silver coin.

"A basket of coal!"

The waiter came out and said, "Two silver coins for a basket."

"Doesn't it say one silver coin for one basket?" the man pointed at the wooden sign.

“One silver coin for coal, and another silver coin is tax paid to our great lord.

The man reluctantly counted out two silver coins and handed them to the waiter. The waiter took the money and went into the store, and came out empty-handed a few minutes later, returning the silver coin to him.

"Why did you give me another silver coin?" the man asked puzzledly.

The waiter replied, "Sorry, we're out of coal."

"I don't want to buy it. Give me back my silver coins! You can't do this! You can't do this!"

The man was dragged away by the sheriff called by the waiter, and Black Widow, who had been watching him for a long time, withdrew her gaze.

"Don't you think that's too much?"

"Is it too much? Without the protection of the Raymond family, the nobles outside who are eyeing them covetously will tear them apart, so it is reasonable to collect taxes."

"Really? He paid the money, but he didn't get what he deserved. Instead, he had taxes deducted from his money."

Killian was speechless, unable to admit that there was really a problem, so he could only say stiffly: "Is this where you want to bring me?"

"If you're in a hurry."

Black Widow didn't waste any more time and led Killian straight to their destination.

When they were about to arrive, a silhouette in a black robe appeared in front of them.

"Mr. Maura?"

Killian's good mood before leaving completely disappeared: "Why are you here? Did your uncle ask you to come?"

Mr. Mora ignored Killian and walked in front of Black Widow, lingering around her. "You are not him..."

Mr. Maura spoke hoarsely.

Just when Black Widow thought he had seen through her and was thinking of an excuse to frame him, the man in black robe left as inexplicably as he had come.

"What's wrong with him?" Black Widow frowned at his back and pinched her nose.

"I never liked him either," Killian said, fanning the air.

No one likes a damp, smelly freak. If he wasn't a genuine epic mage, Killian would have persuaded his uncle to drive him away.

Resuming their journey, Black Widow finally brought Killian to their destination - the collection hall they had visited yesterday.

Killian stopped and looked at her in silence.

"I can see that you have an attachment to this place. So why are you hiding from it?"

Black Widow thought she would have to use guidance skills, but unexpectedly Killian did not refuse. After glancing at him for a moment, he took the initiative to walk in.

Killian looked at the collection on display, his face full of stories - but he was not about to tell them.

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This was not the purpose of Black Widow bringing him here. She quietly used guidance: "Do you mind telling me your story?"

“…There’s nothing much to say.”

“Friends confide in each other.”

"I……"

"How about an exchange?" Black Widow continued to add weights, "You tell me yours, and I tell you mine."

Killian remained silent.

"Shall I speak first?"

"……it is good."

Only those around him knew about Annan's time in the North, and Black Widow was obviously not among them. However, the stories of Annan after he came to Middle-earth were well known to the people of Free City.

Black Widow said it again, and then felt that she loved Annan even more.

Killian also opened his mouth slightly in surprise: "Really?"

"When have you ever seen a lord as young as me?"

After a moment, Killian uttered a tone of jealousy but mixed with a hint of admiration: "... really amazing."

"now you."

Killian looked at the display case, his dazed eyes reflected in the glass.

"There's nothing much to say... I've been at the bottom of the society since I can remember. I've suffered a lot because I have no family. The museum is free and I can come here to keep warm in the winter, so I always come here..."

The reality is far more complicated and serious than Killian downplayed: How can a boy without a home and no relatives live in the Golden City, which is even colder than the outside world?

He joined a group of homeless children who were trying to stay warm together, and they used all their strength to survive every day. The collection hall did not welcome children who were disheveled and dirty. In order to come in and keep warm, he had to wash himself clean in the ice water in winter and shiver as he entered the collection hall.

He had fought with a group of older kids for a piece of bread, and was stabbed by a kid his own age for a copper coin, and had to crawl back with his intestines spilled out.

One day, they heard that a gang was recruiting people, so the kids mustered up the courage to go over, and then they were caught by the gang, who wanted to sell them.

They tried to escape but failed and were caught by gang thugs, beaten up and locked in dog cages.

Just when he was about to have his hands and feet broken and be thrown out to beg like other disobedient children, the Raymond family found him and said that he was the noblest bloodline of the Broken Mountains and his name was Killian Raymond.

"No wonder……"

No wonder Killian is older than Elvis Raymond. He should be the heir to the great lord, but he is forced to call his father uncle.

It turns out that he is an illegitimate child who was left behind?
(End of this chapter)