Alien world

Chapter 921 152. Go home
"Gone?"

Gal saw Luo Xi tying Fermi and taking off his armor with a grin, and said in a muffled voice.

"Huh...it's over." said Luo Xi.

"It's over! It's over! It's over!" The goblins were jumping up and down nearby.

"Go away and make a scene, you green bean sprouts!" Gar waved his battle axe to drive away the goblins and continued, "Gar spent several days just walking down the street?"

"You think of it as um...a celebration after your tribe has defeated its enemies," Losey explained.

"Gar understands, you humans are so boring."

"How will you orcs celebrate, barbeque and eat meat?" Luo Xi asked curiously.

"We'll wrestle around the campfire, have a barbecue, and be chosen by the women to have children," Gal said in a muffled voice.

“That’s indeed richer than ours…”

"You did a great job, guys." The one-eyed instructor Lyric came over at this time. "You are more prominent than the Black Watch and the Blue and Gold Guard. Do you know how many ladies out there are greedy for your bodies?"

"How many?"

“It can stretch from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain!”

The soldiers around burst into laughter. The energetic young men liked this.

"Okay, change into your regular clothes. The Imperial Etiquette Department will prepare a banquet later." Lyric looked at Gar, "As for you..."

"Gal doesn't like it here. Gal wants to take the warriors back to Liberty City."

"I'm afraid not. Someone important has asked you to go," Lyric said. "Don't ask me. I don't know who it is."

Soon, someone from the Empire came and opened a portal to send the soldiers from Liberty City to the foot of the mountain, where a banquet for the coalition forces was being held.

At the same time, a banquet for important figures was taking place in the palace gardens surrounding the mountain.

Annan, who stole the show at the victory parade, was welcomed - not only by women, but also many nobles were interested in Annan's magic musket that could be used by ordinary people.

Although I had heard of the magic musket before, seeing it with my own eyes was another matter.

Annan didn't know what the magic musket was selling for now, so he pushed it to Olmedo and asked them to go to Liberty City to discuss trade.

More than ten minutes into the banquet, Annan was able to extricate himself from the enthusiasm of the nobles because a real big shot had arrived: Fremond Oley, the Minister of the Imperial Ministry of Etiquette.

Because of his niece Isabel, Annan had a good relationship with Fremond Oley, or rather, Fremond Oley admired him.

Apart from the fact that Annan never stayed in his territory like a decision maker and did not behave like a nobleman, every step he took could be traced.

"Will the emperor come?" Annan asked in a low voice.

Fremond Oley shook his head: "This is not the occasion for His Majesty to appear."

Annan felt sorry that, as a young man too, he had not yet had the opportunity to have face-to-face contact with the young emperor.

"If you want, you can come and attend the grand court meeting in three months."

"Forget it, who knows where I will be at that time."

It is obviously impossible to let Annan stay in Liberty City for three months...

Fremond Oley stayed with Annan for a while and then left. Annan began to do his main business tonight: to make friends with nobles everywhere and enrich the list full of noble names.

Halfway through the banquet, there was a sudden noise outside the banquet door.

A team of fully armed guards with weapons drawn rushed into the banquet, and walked straight to Annan with the sound of armor rubbing.

"Sir Annan Reeves, please come with us." A cold voice came from the helmet.

"Sorry, I need to take care of some things first." Annan apologized to the lady he was talking to, then looked at the guard: "What's wrong?"

"We need you to participate in an investigation. This is a special order from the Military Department." The guard showed a parchment scroll with the imperial two-headed lion emblem printed on it.

Annan's dark eyes swept over the guests who were looking over here, but did not see Fremond Oley.

What qualifications does the Empire have to arrest me?

"what is the reason?"

The guard lowered his voice: "The envoy of the Kingdom of Montreal has been killed."

"Is there such a good thing?" Annan showed a look of surprise that did not seem fake.

The guard did not respond to Annan, but simply stepped aside to make way.

"Okay, I am indeed a big suspect... But if it wasn't me..." Annan pointed at the guests around him, "How are you going to resolve the damage to my reputation caused by this misunderstanding?"

Annan wasn't worried about being framed at all...but if he had known this would happen, he would have picked out a men's suit from his ancestor's wardrobe and put it on before he came.

"The Imperial Military Department will be fully responsible."

"Okay, I'll go with you."

Annan followed the guards out of the lively banquet. The cool autumn night breeze blew in his face. He squinted his eyes slightly and got on the carriage heading to the dungeon.

On the way, Annan saw the city guards and cavalry patrolling frequently. It seemed that the assassination of the envoy had made them busy as well.

Dozens of minutes later, Annan was taken to the dungeon.

A middle-aged man in a black uniform stood in front of the dungeon door and introduced himself: "Hello, Lord of Liberty City, I am the warden."

Annan, who was looking around curiously, retracted his gaze and said, "Hello, do you need a blindfold?"

"No, you are not a prisoner yet."

The warden said coldly, signaling the guards to take Annan to the cell.

The cell they prepared for Annan had a magic lamp, a bed, a table and a chair, a toilet covered by a curtain, and even a bookshelf full of books.

Much better than Annan had imagined.

Annan walked into the cell and let the guard close the door behind him. He walked to the bookshelf and took out a book at random: "History of the Continent of Allen"

I opened the title page and found that the entire book was about the Saint Laurent calendar, with no mention of the Elven calendar.

That's true. The Elven calendar lasted for tens of thousands of years. How can a book be completed in that time?

Annan originally wanted to glance through it casually, but he found some of the allusions quite interesting, so he sat on the edge of the bed and began to read it with relish.

Annan was awakened by the sound of footsteps outside the cell. He looked up and saw the jailer standing at the door: "The warden wants to see you."

……

Annan came to the interrogation room.

It was called an interrogation room, but it was more like a reception room. There were no gloomy torture instruments or blood stains that could not be washed off. Combined with the special cells, Annan guessed that this dungeon was used to imprison nobles.

There was a stranger sitting next to the warden, who asked in a familiar manner, "How do you feel?"

"It's too comfortable. I'm a little uncomfortable." Annan shook his head.

His words were sincere. If I were to rate the dungeons I'd lived in, this would definitely be a perfect score. Except for the lack of servants on call, this place has everything. As for the lowest score... it should be the Breeze City dungeon.

The main reason was that Annan was mistakenly regarded as the King of the North at that time. He had no power and was at a loss after being captured. He was in danger at any time and had the highest sense of crisis.

Annan sat across from them: "So can you tell me what happened?"

(End of this chapter)