A strange world

Chapter 1204 Chapter 126. Annan fell asleep under the tree in another world...

"Thank you, Master Mage."

"I should thank you..." The middle-aged mage who cast the spell on Little Small put down his staff and said with emotion: "The last time I came into contact with the proficiency in the rat language was when I was an apprentice. The stern instructor Thuro asked each of us to To master ten first-level spells, we chose common language, elven language, orc language, dwarf language... Ah, it’s really nostalgic to be proficient in rat language.”

After being forced to listen to the memories of the Master of the Mage Tower for a long time, he was finally let go. Little Small couldn't wait to rush back to the camp.

"Hello, I'm Little Smo...Hello...Hello, Shu Laibao..."

Little Small was practicing the rat language all the way, feeling like a snake, spitting out uncontrollably.

The Ratman craftsmen are still eating the food carefully prepared by Little Smo: Ratmen do not distinguish between staple food and dishes, so the Ratman meal is a brown meal made of broken bread, pumpkin, minced meat, and then topped with sauce. It's mushy, the image... isn't very pretty, and it's even less beautiful in a bucket, but the taste is surprisingly good.

If the appearance was not so easy to misunderstand, Little Small would have wanted to promote it among the workers.

"Hello, Shu Laibao."

Little Smoke, who easily identified the rat treasure, walked up to it and spoke in rat language.

"Human thing! Why do you know the Holy Clan language?"

There are many rat-like breath sounds in the language of the rat people, and Rat Lai Bao, who speaks the language of the rat people, does not have the clumsy feeling of speaking in the past.

"I just learned it from the Mage Tower."

Magic is really wonderful. Little Smoke, who just couldn't say "hello" just now, has already mastered the rat language, and even has the special swear words of different clans.

Speaking of which, why are there so many swear words in Ratman language?

"Are you learning rat language?" Shu Laibao asked.

"Is this strange? Lord Annan would also say it."

"Freak..."

He finally understood the short words that Shu Laibao muttered without any problem, and put on a serious expression: "You shouldn't say that to Lord Annan. You can come to Free City and enjoy the same treatment as workers because of the kindness of Lord Annan." !”

"It's not a bad word." Shu Laibao said.

After searching through the new knowledge in his mind, Little Small found out that the rat people did use the word "freak" as a compliment... Among the rat people, if you are different, it means you have the opportunity to get rid of your status as a pariah.

The whistle of the end of the lunch break echoed outside the tunnel. The rat craftsmen stood up one after another without wiping their mouths, put on their gauntlets and continued working.

Among the sudden sparks and harsh noises, the whispers of the rat craftsmen began to sound.

This time, Little Small understood.

He didn't think this was a despicable act... after all, they didn't go behind his back and had already told Shu Laibao.

He listened carefully, what the rat craftsman would say...

Are they living in a rat tide, are they complaining about a particular rat, or are they just a particle of action?

"Jack is still the best."

"Potter is the Boy-Who-Lived who killed the Red Lord!"

"Jack can survive our big attack until the end!"

"Don't you think Dracula is powerful?"

They were arguing over which role Annan played was more powerful.

This feeling is very strange, just like... the lady who lives next door is talking about the model structure of the three-ring spell while doing laundry.

Listening and listening, Little Small couldn't stand it anymore.

Because they actually think Dracula is the most powerful, and Potter is just relying on his mother's protection!

"You have no idea how powerful Annan Potter is! The Red Devil is a legendary mage, but his magic was rebounded by Potter's mother. So how brilliant will Potter's future be if he inherits his mother's talent?"

The clanking sound in the deepest part of the tunnel suddenly died down. The movements of the rat-man craftsmen deformed or simply stopped. They looked at Little Small with fear and did not dare to move.

Little Small, who didn't expect such an effect, was stunned at first, and then softened his tone: "You don't have to be afraid of me. I like to see magical images just like you."

The Skaven Artisan remained silent.

"Keep working." Little Small pointedly said. The sound of knocking sounded again, but like a hunter who strayed into the forest, the woodland that was still singing birds and fragrant flowers a second ago became deathly silent.

With annoyance and helplessness, Little Small thought to himself that there is still a long way to go before they understand the concept of Liberty City...

…

Annan wandered around the territory as usual, calling it a patrol.

When walking near the arena, his chest suddenly became hot and the smell of sulfur came out.

After realizing what had happened, Annan quickly took out the parchment and walked to a deserted corner.

Thick smoke lingered and rose, condensing into a graceful silhouette dressed as capable as Ingrid.

"I have looked for you several times, but I have been unable to contact you." Belludonna complained as soon as she appeared, "Where have you been?"

"I haven't gone anywhere, I've been in Liberty City." Annan said confusedly, "Could it be that the parchment failed to... lose its magic power?"

"Then how can I contact you now?"

"Yes..."

Belludonna stared at Annan, feeling that all his charm was obtained with intelligence.

"Are you thinking of offending me?" Annan was keenly aware of something strange.

"No, I was wondering what the reason was...are you walking around?"

"I'll give it a try."

Annan was holding the parchment, with Belludonna floating behind him, wandering around the Liberty City like a necromancer.

The wizard tower, the crystal nest, the treasure house, and even the succubus massage shop were not spared. When they finally approached the city lord's mansion, Belladonna's illusion suddenly disappeared.

The source of the shielding turned out to be the city lord's mansion.

Annan retreated all the way, and when he almost retreated to the center of the square, Belladonna contacted her again.

"Just now, a force suddenly cut off the connection between the token and the abyss." Belladonna said in surprise.

Annan looked thoughtfully at the branches that emerged from the city lord's mansion... Could it be a different world tree?

Thinking about it carefully, I did not dream of the Demon Lord when I accidentally fell asleep a few days ago...

Annan did not dare to tell Belladonna, and only said that there was a broken artifact in the city lord's mansion.

A young different world tree should be similar to a broken artifact?

"You are so lucky... I'm afraid that the artifact protected the city lord's mansion."

"So you mean, I can sleep?"

"What sleep?"

Annan told her that he was afraid to sleep because he was afraid of being entangled in the dream of the Demon Lord, but Belladonna kept laughing and didn't give any advice.

"Don't you have any way?" Annan said angrily.

"No, huh..." Belladonna sighed and wiped the corners of her eyes with her fingers, "I'm just an ordinary devil. How can I get such a big shot."

"Okay, then I'll try."

Annan put away the parchment scroll and remembered that he forgot to ask Belladonna what he wanted.

After standing for a while, seeing that Belladonna didn't come over, Annan prepared to test.

To be conservative, he asked Losi to move a sofa and put it at the bottom of the tree in the other world.

Lying under the shade of the tree in the pleasant afternoon, Annan stretched and slowly fell asleep...