A strange world

Chapter 1260 Section 182. Annan enters the Golden Palace

The moment he stepped through the portal, Annan saw the palace complex bathed in the sun: starting from the floor tiles under his feet, passing through the road with street lights, reaching the columns supporting the buildings and the magnificent buildings themselves, all of which were made of gold and shone with dazzling light.

"This is the wealth accumulated by the Raymond family over three hundred years."

Annan was in a daze for too long, and Killian on the side couldn't help but say proudly.

"It's amazing..." Annan exclaimed sincerely.

Annan had to admit that the wealth of this Raymond family was far beyond imagination.

He even doubted the saying that "the blue dragon attacked the Broken Mountains". Let alone Ilimayas, he wanted to pry away a floor tile when he saw this palace...

In front of the Golden Palace stood a tall statue of the Lady of Wealth.

What Sir Makarov said was true. This golden statue was really ten meters high, even more spectacular than the one Annan had seen in Breeze City.

Because Annan came to Allen Continent in the turbulent first year when the gods lost contact, he coincidentally avoided many religious elements... But here, the symbols of the Church of Wealth can be seen everywhere.

"Are you also a believer of the goddess of wealth?" Annan suddenly asked Killian for no reason.

Killian was stunned at first, and replied: "All the people in the Raymond family are believers of the lady."

Annan was thoughtful.

Following him to the largest palace called the Golden Palace, a beautiful maid came out and said that the great lord was preparing a banquet and asked Annan to rest for a while.

Annan, who had already come to the core of the core of the Broken Mountains, knew that he could not rush, so he followed the maid to the guest room in the side hall.

...

"Uncle, he's here."

Killian and Mr. Mora came to the Golden Throne.

The two knights who came back first left the palace, and Lord Raymond looked at him: "What do you think?"

Killian put away his arrogance when he was outside, and said restrainedly: "Annan Reeves... I think he is very proud."

"Like you?"

Killian was about to say yes, but hesitated.

He could see that it was the confidence accumulated by countless correctness and countless successes, just like his uncle.

Just as the epic who embarked on the road of legend will gradually master the power that does not belong to humans, Annan who embarked on the road of leadership is also showing the temperament that a leader should have...

"Put away your ugly appearance!"

The sudden roar woke Killian up.

Lord Raymond stared at Killian coldly, and the fat under the gold jewelry rippled.

"Sorry, uncle, I disappoint you..."

Killian took a deep breath and hid his inferiority complex when he saw someone younger and better than himself.

"It seems that Annan Reeves is indeed an excellent lord." Lord Raymond gradually calmed down and looked at his nephew: "Do you remember what I said?"

"Be a dog? But how old is he-"

"My nephew, what do you think is the most important, age or status?"

"Of course...status."

"It seems that you already have the answer."

Killian lowered his head: "I understand, uncle, I will arrange for someone to revoke the wanted order, and then personally go to the imperial princess to apologize and beg for her forgiveness."

Since you have surrendered, do it thoroughly.

"Hu...Hu..."

A heavy panting sound came from the golden throne.

"When did I say I wanted to be a dog?"

Killian suddenly raised his head.

...

The maid didn't know what she misunderstood, or didn't... took Annan and Black Widow to a guest room.

It was called a room, but it was almost bigger than the lounge of the city lord's mansion, and it was decorated with gold everywhere. Two young maids knelt by the bathroom, ready to look down at Annan.

The Black Widow drove them away and sat on the edge of the bathtub, revealing a large area of ​​snow-white behind her slit black skirt.

"Dear, come take a bath!"

"Wouldn't it be enough to use the Cleansing Spell?"

The Black Widow was like an elf mentor, always trying to eat herself.

"Cleansing Spell... I seem to have forgotten to remember this spell, what should I do?"

"It doesn't matter, the wizard robe has its own Cleansing Spell."

Annan said, activating the wizard robe, and the dusty man who came on horseback was instantly refreshed.

A trace of unwillingness and coldness flashed across the Black Widow's narrow eyes.

Annan felt inexplicably chilly, it seemed that there was something different - Irelanze was passionate but respected herself, while the Black Widow thought about eating first.

It doesn't matter, there is still a lot of time...

Thinking of this, she began to take off her clothes and stepped into the pool with rising hot steam.

Annan looked away when she took off her clothes.

The room was very quiet, with only the sound of splashing water coming from the bathroom. Annan looked around and felt that the golden bed was a bit eye-catching...

He opened the portal to eliminate the strange atmosphere and reported the situation to Olmedo.

"The whole family of Lord Raymond is a believer of the goddess of wealth. I remember that you are also a believer. Is there any way to quickly improve the relationship between believers?"

"Yes, but you can't learn it for a while... Follow me." Olmedo taught Annan a gesture: overlap the palms of both hands, slide the right hand to the middle joint of the left hand, and then wrap the right hand with the left hand.

"This is a gesture between the families of believers. When the great lord sees this gesture, he will know that you have relatives who are believers and will not ask you tricky questions."

Annan did it once and said easily: "I learned it."

"So you went directly to the Golden Palace today?" Olmedo said something else.

"I'm in the guest room of the palace now, what's wrong?"

Wow – Wow –

There was a clear sound of water coming from the bathroom next door.

Olmedo paused for a moment and said: "If Lord Raymond is a devout believer of Lady Fortune, I'm worried that this is a metaphor for the lamb..."

"What's the meaning?"

"that is--"

"Charlene~ gently~ fell asleep on the grass~"

Gentle humming floated from the bathroom, which was a little nice.

Olmedo could no longer turn a blind eye: "Am I disturbing you?"

"Uh... no, let's continue."

“The Lamb is the Church of Wealth—”

"The breeze is blowing the buds~and her clothes~"

Being interrupted again, Olmedo closed his mouth: "Do you need me to give you some time?"

"Give me three seconds."

Annan stood up, faced the expectation of the black widow looking through the mist, walked to the door, reached out and closed the door.

"You go on."

Annan returned to the portal.

Olmedo looked at Annan amusedly and continued: "There is a story in the Church of Fortune. When a lady was walking in the mortal world, she was received by an unbeliever, who provided hot water for washing and promised to slaughter a lamb. But when it was dinner time, the unbeliever Sharpen the knife to the lady and say she is the lamb.”

The ending of the story is still the old-fashioned "after the miracle was shown, the unbelievers believed in the lady", but this story has become a metaphor within the church over time.

"It seems they came with bad intentions..." Annan said to himself.

"You are the one here."