Alien world

Chapter 919 Chapter 150. Never bow your head
As news of what happened at the premiere of Moonlight Opera spread, the Montreal family became a complete laughing stock.

Monzon de Montreal had the nerve to demand an explanation from the city guards. Annan certainly couldn't let him harass the audience of his loved ones, so his response was to arrange an autograph booth at the entrance of each theater.

Anyone who saw 300 and came out of the theater was offered to sign their name on a piece of parchment, identifying themselves as a member of the family that had previously assaulted Montreal.

By noon, there were thousands of names signed on the list.

The names of the names were sent to the city guards' base one by one. The city guards couldn't help but have a headache. Even if there were thousands of pigs, they would have to spend several days catching them... not to mention some special surnames that made the etiquette department feel embarrassed.

The matter came to an end. The Montreal family lost the first round of the battle with Annan and suffered a great loss.

In the evening, Annan sat in the living room of the City Lord's Mansion, looking through the list handed over by Ingrid - these were all signed names with prominent surnames. If they were willing to show goodwill, Liberty City would have to make some response.

"Leave it to Olmedo and ask her to prepare some gifts for them."

Annan said, and then Losey came rushing in.

"what's up?"

"A special envoy from the Or Empire is visiting."

Annan met the envoy of the Or Empire in the reception room.

He was not the cousin of Marshal Galkin, but a middle-aged man who was so thin that he looked mean.

He was indeed mean, and arrogantly demanded that Annan stop showing "300" in theaters.

Annan was puzzled. The main focus of "300" was on the Kingdom of Rekanel, so what did it have to do with the Orr Empire? Oh, there was indeed a plot about "Broken Tooth's Death", but it only took up a few minutes.

"I reject."

Annan flatly rejected the envoy.

"Lord Annan, are you provoking the empire?" The deputy envoy next to him glared at Annan.

Annan didn't even look at him, but looked directly at the envoy: "Tell your people to shut up, or I don't mind making another "Saving Private Broken Tooth" to give you a taste of the Kingdom of Rekanel."

"how dare you!?"

Annan spread his hands and said, "After all, you said so. Wouldn't it be a loss if I don't do this?"

The envoy's chest rose and fell rapidly, but he was a little afraid, because Annan really dared to do this -

But as an imperial envoy, he was a big shot who was a guest of honor everywhere, and Annan's threats could not make him bow his head.

"There is no good outcome for going against the Orr Empire. You know this well. As long as we want, your magic image cannot enter the empire."

"You can stop your people from seeing my magical images, but can you stop merchants from carrying the Philosopher's Stone, bards from telling the story, and people from crossing the borders?"

Plante silenced the envoy.

Various countries have gradually discovered this. Whether it is magic images or newspapers, on the surface they seem to be simple ways to make money and pass the time, but the meaning they spread is chilling.

Those who have never been to Liberty City wishfully think that Liberty City is a beautiful city. Those who have never seen Annan think that Annan is a handsome, affectionate, good boy... Please, handsome is true, but affectionate... he is a warlock!

They gradually realized that even if a person was a bad guy, as long as he spread the magic image, he could make a lot of people believe that he was a good person...

There are still a lot of people who believe the bards' stories about cheating people out of their wine money, not to mention seeing it with their own eyes - people are more willing to believe "what they see", and magical images just provide these conditions.

"I saw it with my own eyes, how could it be fake?"

Special envoy Plante had no way to deal with Annan’s threat, so he waved his hand and asked the deputy envoy to leave first.

After he and Annan were the only ones left in the reception room, his attitude became less tough: "Annan, we didn't have such a deep hatred before..."

"Are you Duke Kingsley's man?" Annan suddenly spoke.

Special Envoy Plant was stunned. This was not a secret, but Annan looked like he had just learned about it: "How did you know?"

"If you and Duke Kingsley hadn't turned off your phones, you should have said, 'It's Duke Kingsley who has a conflict with you, not the Empire.'"

Special Envoy Plant's face gradually darkened: "So you are unwilling to give in?" "I have an idea too."

Annan changed to a more comfortable sitting position and said, "Pretend you don't know about this and allow the situation to develop in an uncontrolled manner. Even if the magic image is known by your backers and the empire behind you, it has nothing to do with you. No one will see you bow your head... But if you insist on intervening, messing up everything, and then letting everyone know..."

"You want me to betray the Empire?"

Annan chuckled: "I just want to suggest to you that silence is a beautiful quality."

……

"I told him that I am a loyal dog of the Empire, and the interests of the Empire are my interests—"

Duke Kingsley, who had his back to the Plante envoy at the door, waved his hand and said, "Let's skip what we want to tell others. What do you think?"

He sat on a specially made widened sofa. Just looking at the back, it was impossible to distinguish Duke Kingsley from Grand Marshal Galkin.

Envoy Plante pondered for a moment and unexpectedly gave a positive description: "The boy looks like a canary kept in a gorgeous cage, but he is surprisingly opinionated."

"Oh?"

"It's hard to make him bow his head. The scariest thing is that he can get up at any time, so we either do nothing or defeat him with thunderous force!"

"You think he is our enemy?"

"Based on the way he mocked us, how could we be friends?"

Duke Kingsley asked with interest: "How did he mock us?"

"He told us what we did!" Envoy Plante was still angry when he said it.

"Otherwise what can we do?"

"We can..." Special Envoy Plant was suddenly stunned.

He didn't sense much hostility from the words of Duke Kingsley. Wasn't it rumored that the Duke and Annan had a deep conflict...

"What do you mean..." he asked cautiously.

"Don't ask nonsense."

"……I see."

This is also good, just as Annan said: as long as you don’t find the problem, there will be no problem.

……

The eve of the Victory Parade.

Annan inspected the camp for the last time and reviewed his six legions.

The instructors wanted to take the team out for a walk, but Annan refused: "No, let the soldiers save their energy for tomorrow."

After seeing the heavy armor of the alien legion, Annan is very confident about tomorrow's military parade.

But it's a bit difficult to scare the Kingdom of Ricanal into peeing their pants...

"Lord Annan, should we use laxatives..." The bad pus-filled trio - Rex, now the centurion of the Punishment Legion, came over and asked.

"...No, it's too easy to be discovered."

Annan was tempted, but still rejected his proposal.

Early in the morning, Annan ended his meditation early and came to the camp.

"Are you ready, kids?"

(End of this chapter)