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Chapter 912 Chapter 143. Visitors from the Kingdom of Rekanel

The Knights' Resident Office.

The knight's clerk came in with a pile of documents.

Olin raised his head and took a look: "Leave the important ones, and leave the rest to you."

"Are you going out?"

"I have to go back early, Annan is here."

A beautiful face appeared in the knight's mind, and he was suddenly enlightened.

"...I mean, he and his Free City are just outside the city." Olin frowned slightly.

"I see……"

The look on the knight's clerk's face made Olin frown even deeper. Then he heard him say, "No important business today," and turned to leave.

Just as Ou Lin was about to call him back, the clerk came back with a smile that made her feel strangely unhappy: "Captain Ou Lin, Master An Nan is here."

"Let him in." Olin sighed.

Soon, Annan, wearing a cloak, walked into the office
"Why is the betrayer here?"

Annan asked directly, which surprised Oulin: "What?"

"I saw the Montreal family's carriage when I came."

It's not the Golden Family, but the Montreal Family of the Kingdom of Rekanel.

Olin took off her long silk gloves: "...They are also on the list of the victory parade."

List? What status can the Kingdom of Rekanel review the troops, prisoners?
"Who gave permission?"

“Another Voice of Empire.”

Well, it's another damn political fight.

"If you need, I can tell you."

The situation is not complicated. The Kingdom of Rekanel is not a monolithic entity, and neither is the Empire.

The moderates of the empire met the opponents of the kingdom, and thus they had a common topic.

Annan certainly knew that it was wrong to kill all the people in the Kingdom of Rekanel with one blow. Apart from anything else, many soldiers and civilians might not be willing to follow the kingdom voluntarily...but what about the royal family?
Are there any good people in the Montreal family?

"Really?"

"Who knows..."

Given Olin's personality, she would first arrest these branches and interrogate them one by one before investigating thoroughly. Unfortunately, she had no say.

"Where is Princess Sayles?"

"Bauhinia Manor. The Council of Elders placed her there."

……

The Bauhinia Manor is located on the hillside of Mount Montreal and is named after a garden of Bauhinia flowers.

When Annan arrived, Princess Sale was wearing an apron, with her hair tied to the side and gloves, trimming leaves in the flower bed.

After nearly a year of rest, Princess Sales has regained her plump figure.

The servant walked over and whispered. Princess Sales looked up, smiled at Annan, took off her gloves and apron and walked over.

"Are you coming to the Victory Parade?"

"Um...are there any guests coming?"

"You're the first one this month...why do you ask?"

No wonder after not seeing each other for a few months, Princess Sales felt a little cold to Annan, like a noble lady who had been lonely for a long time.

"Because I saw——"

The servant who came over interrupted Annan and said, "Your Highness, there are some people outside who want to see you."

"It seems like my place is going to be lively for a rare time." Princess Sayles smiled, "Who is coming?"

"They said they were your people." Princess Sales looked at Annan in surprise.

"Well, I saw them..."

"I'll kick them out!"

Princess Sayles stood on Annan's side.

"No... Let's listen to what they have to say first. What if they are the same as you?"

Princess Sales nodded, asked the servant to take the guest to the reception room, took out a handkerchief to wipe her hands, untied her hair, and let her long hair fall over her shoulders.

The noble princess of the kingdom in my memory is back.

Annan followed Princess Sales to the reception room and saw three people: a girl, a man, and a middle-aged nobleman.

The first two have obvious Montreal bloodlines.

“Cynthia…” Princess Sayles looked at the girl with a complicated tone.

"Aunt! I'm so glad you're okay!"

The girl named Cynthia threw herself into Princess Sayles' arms.

Princess Sayles wanted to keep a straight face, but she still smiled, gently touched the girl's head in her arms, and looked up at the man: "Arnock..."

"Sister..." The expression on the man named Anok's face was no less complicated than hers.

"It seems that my brother the king sent you here on purpose..."

"That's not the case!" Cynthia raised her head from her arms, "I knew you were still alive, so I asked them to bring me here."

"Yes, Princess, Her Royal Highness Cynthia has been clamoring to come along since she knew you were in Montreal." The nobleman smiled.

"who are you?"

"Monzon Montreal, the current member of the Kingdom's Parliament."

Princess Sayles released Cynthia and introduced her, "He is Annan Reeves, the King in the North."

"It's you!"

Cynthia and Arnold exclaimed at the same time, and Cynthia screamed, "It's you who made us isolated and helpless!"

Annam is largely responsible for the notoriety of the Kingdom of Rakanal, but...

"Isn't it the result of your collusion with the ratmen, betrayal of your people, and murder of the Holy Grail Knights?" Annan stared at Cynthia coldly, causing the young princess to feel a little frightened and hide behind Princess Sales.

Princess Sayles suddenly stepped back and responded to Cynthia's incredulous look: "He is right, we deserve it."

Cynthia was ashamed, and Arnock was blushing with no way to defend himself. Only Monson Montreal was a typical politician, and he smiled flatteringly: "Mr. Annan, I think we have some misunderstandings... The kingdom has indeed done many things that should not be done, but it does not represent everyone. Even within the kingdom, there are many people who criticize this practice...

There was nothing wrong with Monzon Montreal's explanation, but Annan sensed a certain falsehood, as if it was covered with a disgusting human skin.

Annan didn't know if he had preconceived ideas, but... at worst he could apologize to him if he made a mistake.

"Put aside your hypocritical attitude. Do you think I don't know the purpose of your coming to the empire?" Annan stared at Monzon Montreal and said deliberately.

Monzon Montreal and Annan looked at each other, and their smiles gradually disappeared: "So, what does our King in the North have to say?"

Annan overestimated his disguise and sneered, "Go back and tell your king to wash his neck... My collection room is missing a king's head."

"Mr. Reeves..." Monson Montreal emphasized Annan's last name, "You seem to have forgotten one thing. This is Montreal Mountain, my last name is Montreal... and you are nothing."

Annan was about to speak when the Grand Marshal's warning suddenly rang in his mind: Even if you have already figured out how to kill the enemy in front of you, you must speak to him with a smile on your face.

Annan did not confront him, but asked:
"If I remember correctly, you will participate in the victory parade?"

"Yes."

"how many people?"

Monzon Montreal put on a vigilant face: "What are you going to do..."

"just asking."

(End of this chapter)