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Chapter 1295 Chapter 217. Not My Own Rat

It took Annan thirty minutes to walk out of the dance floor with light steps.

He wasn't that fond of parties either.

As his status improved, Annan no longer needed banquets to make friends with nobles. Usually, wherever he went as a guest, invitations from the locals would come to him like snowflakes, allowing him to choose whatever he wanted.

Plus, there was always a lot of dancing at the party, so when I went back, I smelled like I had tried every perfume in a perfume store.

Late at night, the party finally ended.

The ladies and young ladies left reluctantly, and Annan dragged his tired body back to the room.

"Are there any girls who are interested?"

"Absolutely not."

In Annan's opinion, they were not as attractive as one of Gloria's pandas.

"Oh, you are a warlock." Black Widow suddenly realized.

"Put aside your stereotypes. I've just seen too many beautiful women."

After all, Annan had stayed in the Elf King's Court for more than ten days and had an encounter with Teddel, the most beautiful elf in the world. These human women, who were only considered beautiful among humans, could hardly attract him.

Annan walked to the window and was about to draw the curtains when he was suddenly attracted by the scene outside the window.

The Golden City outside the city walls was lit up with endless lights, and hazy snow covered the roofs and streets.

Annan didn't know if this was the first snow in Middle-earth, but it was definitely the first snow in the Broken Mountains.

It's winter again...

Before I knew it, I have been in this world for five years?

Thinking carefully, Annan did a lot, but also seemed to do nothing: he had his own territory, gained fame, and made a lot of money with magic images...

But it seems that there is nothing new. He built city walls, filmed magic images, and made muskets in Xingyue Bay. After coming to Liberty City, he still built city walls, filmed magic images, and made muskets... This year, he even only invented a magic train.

But there is no way, Liberty City has always been short of people. Even now, it is not short of people, but short of talents.

Hmm...after you go back, make a five-year plan to enable Liberty City to greatly advance its technology?

knock knock knock...

A faint knock on the door woke Annan from his deep thought. He shifted his gaze away from the blurry golden city and its reflection in the glass. He stood on tiptoe to draw up the curtains and looked back at the door.

"Not outside."

Black Widow shook her head at him and pointed at Annan's lower abdomen: "There."

"Please respect yourself."

"I mean behind you."

"Oh……"

Annan made way for him, just as the second "knock knock knock" sound came from behind the dressing table.

Annan and Black Widow looked at each other and pushed the dressing table open before the third knock sounded.

As the dressing table was moved away, a dark rat hole on the wall and a fat rat head lying at the entrance of the hole emerged.

The rat head, which looked like a mole clinging to the edge of a rat hole, stared at Annan for a few seconds and shrilly said in the common language: "The elder asked me to deliver the information!"

"How amazing... You can even enter the Golden Palace." Annan exclaimed.

The Black Widow seemed to have thought of something, her expression changing from bright to dark.

Annan had some idea of ​​what the Stuen ratmen were doing here.

For such a huge Golden Palace, even if one gold brick is pried away a day, it would not be a small number... Who knows how much gold in the Golden Palace was dug away by the rat people.

No wonder the rat elder appears here.

Annan suddenly felt a little sorry for Commander Raymond. The efforts of the Raymond family for dozens of generations had all gone to the benefit of the rat people.

"Hmph!" Mousehead snorted complacently, shrank back into his mouse hole, and stretched out a paw to grab the rolled up parchment.

"Why are you sending us the information again?" Annan took the parchment.

"What are you sending over?" a rat head popped up.

"Mora is not yours?" Annan suddenly realized something.

"What is Maura?"

"nothing……"

Annan lowered his head and opened the parchment.

The information from the ratmen was the same as Mora's, but more detailed. In addition to the five territories and towns, there were also witnesses who accused Annan.

Among the witnesses, the most eye-catching one was Killian Raymond's name, but Annan was not surprised. As for the rest of the names, he guessed they were survivors or actors hired by the overlord.

Interestingly, the information provided by the ratmen and Mora is the same, which means that they are obtaining real information.

It was only natural for the Stuhn Ratman to do this, and the Ratman Elder was not stupid enough to deceive him with false information. But why did Mora help him?
And his attitude was also...humble.

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It was like some of his fans had seen him - but Annan didn't believe that Mora had seen the magic video, or his own fans.

"Black Widow..."

"Don't ask me, I know nothing." Black Widow shook her head.

If it wasn't done by Black Widow, then who else could it be... Annan suddenly raised his head: "You read my thoughts?"

The Black Widow, who maintained the spell, smiled charmingly in response: "It's just that the way you think is so charming, I can't help myself."

I almost forgot that she is the infamous Black Widow. Rules have no binding force on her at all.

Della is the most suitable person to be a guard. She rarely attracts attention, and sometimes even I ignore her presence.

Unfortunately……

"Don't be so pessimistic. Maybe she will turn into a succubus and come back to find you in a while."

"You're still reading!"

"You didn't even give me time to remove the spell." Black Widow said resentfully.

At this time, the rat head said in a sharp voice: "I want to go back!"

"Wait a minute."

Annan called out to it and took out a steak from his magic ring and handed it to it.

"Human stuff, good!"

The mouse head showed human-like joy and retreated back into the mouse hole holding the steak.

Annan pushed the dressing table back to its original position to block the rat hole.

"Stop prying into my thoughts, Lucia."

Suddenly, Annan called her name seriously, and Black Widow showed a serious look: "Okay."

Annan lifted a corner of the curtain and looked at the Golden City in the snowy night.

By this time, Wilson and the others should have taken action, right?
……

The open-pit coal mountains handled large quantities of goods and slaves every day.

As the interest of the Philen Trading Company lies here, it is heavily guarded. There are three masters alone, as well as an elite group of knights that are no less capable than any cavalry regiment.

"The three masters are a great wizard and two great swordsmen. They mainly stay in the town on the edge of Coal Mountain. Coal Mountain will stop mining in the open-pit mine in winter and use the mines instead. So even if we are unfortunately exposed, we have at least fifteen minutes to prepare."

On the way to Coal Mountain, the Osculus mercenaries and the freemen sat on a long line of carts. Their hair and shoulders were covered with a thin layer of snow. They swayed with the bumps and listened carefully to the whispers of Little Smo, who played the role of the groom.

"We will most likely be separated after we go in, so the operation will be divided into three stages: first, find our companions. Second, determine whether to lie dormant or encourage the miners based on their current strength. Third, launch a riot with all the force of a storm."

(End of this chapter)