A strange world

Chapter 1329 Section 251. Believers

Sitting in the carriage, looking at the street scene passing by outside, Annan felt that he might have guessed wrong.

Mrs. Melanie is the wife of the great lord, not the Raymond family. How could she do such a thing?

Is it to ease the relationship between him and the great lord?

Mora sat next to Annan. His behavior of catching up with Annan had obviously reached the ears of the great lord. With nowhere to go, Annan had to take him with him and protect him.

Meaning that Annan protected Mora.

"So it's just you, or are there others?" Annan continued to be interrupted.

"We will look for the whereabouts of the mistress separately..."

Mora said that the followers of Spider Queen Rose are scattered all over the world, looking for the traces of Spider Queen Rose.

"Then are you a dark elf?"

Annan became curious about Mora's appearance under the gray cloak.

Mr. Mora stretched out his hand, slender, wrapped in bandages, with a faint smell of corruption.

"It used to be..."

He accepted the transformation of the painful ritual and turned from an elf into a human...

Annan couldn't open the scar to ask his gender, but he could empathize with his pain.

"Okay, wait for the little spider... cough, I mean wait for the spider queen Rose to come back, I will let Him restore your identity as a dark elf."

If the gods say so, reversing a person's race should be very simple, right?

Unexpectedly, Mora suddenly grabbed Annan's arm excitedly, and said hoarsely in a voice that was difficult to distinguish between men and women: "Do you know the whereabouts of the mistress?"

"You grabbed me a little painful..."

If Mora hadn't meant no harm, he would have been ejected by the protective spell.

"Please forgive me..." Mora quickly let go of his hand.

"It's nothing, in fact, I'm just like you, I don't know where the spider queen went..."

Annan thought this would make Mora give up, but he underestimated the obsession of the dark elves with the spider queen Rose.

"Please tell me..."

Mora's cloak slipped off, and the once handsome, but now withered and skinny face appeared in front of Annan.

Before he could take a closer look, Annan was captured by his gray eyes that were mixed with despair, pain, confusion and countless other negative emotions.

Think about it, what would happen if the people of Free City lost Annan?

Annan had only ruled them for three years, while the dark elves had believed in the Spider Queen Rose for thousands of years.

Annan realized that he had committed a dogmatic mistake: he could not imagine things he had not seen.

For example, gods, believers and holy wars.

If he had seen them, he would never think that "it is not a big deal for believers to lose gods".

The problem was that Annan landed in the desolate North, and then the ratmen came. And it was the third year of turmoil when he came to Middle-earth.

If he was thrown into Middle-earth or the South at the beginning of the turmoil, Annan would see how crazy hundreds and thousands of lords and kings, millions and tens of millions of believers were in order to call back the gods.

"Well, He may, it seems, maybe, perhaps, probably go back to the abyss with another god."

"Abyss..."

Mora's eyes suddenly seemed to have some brilliance.

"Well, through some special methods, He may go back to investigate something, or to find strength."

Annan couldn't reveal too much, and he really didn't know anything: "Wait a little longer, anyway, you have been waiting for five years."

The shaking carriage stopped, and Annan looked out and saw the Raymond family mansion, which was still brightly lit and busy in the middle of the night.

Annan got off the carriage and followed the butler who greeted him into the mansion.

The servants and maids were up all the time, cleaning the corridors with cleaning tools.

Annan followed the butler all the way to the two doors. It was a bit regrettable that behind the door was a lounge instead of a bedroom.

The wife of the great lord sat sideways on the sofa, her slightly tight dress outlined her graceful figure, and the firelight of the fireplace made her face more beautiful.

Annan left Mora outside the door and walked in. As the door behind him closed, only he and Melanie were left in the lounge.

"I heard that Killian assassinated you. Are you not injured?" The lady of the Grand Lord asked with concern.

It seems that she still doesn't know what happened between Annan and the Grand Lord in the Golden Palace.

"I'm fine. Thank you for your concern, Madam."

Annan thought that Madam Melanie would ask about the situation during the attack, but she seemed to really just want to have a heart-to-heart talk late at night, and took advantage of Annan's panic when he was attacked to ask about his well-being and gain his favor.

Madam Melanie wanted to play house, so Annan simply coaxed her. For a while, the lounge was full of laughter, and the guests and hosts were happy. There was no atmosphere that Annan and her husband were about to tear each other apart.

At a certain moment, Annan asked her: "Madam Melanie, did Killian really attack me just because of jealousy? Could this be related to his background?"

"Because he is that woman and... me, I don't know much."

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Melanie suppressed the urge to reveal the secret...

She stroked her plump chest. What happened to her? Why couldn't she control herself? It was just like... the afternoon when she first met Raymond.

"Oh... you don't know either." Annan deliberately showed disappointment.

Melanie saw this and suddenly felt an urge in her heart. She couldn't accept Annan's expression, but she was entangled in her insistence on the secret. She hesitated and blurted out: "No, I'm the wife of the great lord!"

After the words fell, the lounge fell into a strange silence, with only the crackling sound of the firewood in the fireplace.

Hmm? Did I say something I shouldn't have said?

Annan asked in confusion: "What did you say?"

"I, I'm a little sleepy..." Lady Melanie stroked her forehead.

Annan stood up and said: "Let's talk another day. It's a pleasure to chat with you tonight, Miss Melanie."

Lady Melanie covered her mouth and chuckled: "Me too, Annan... Sir."

Annan walked out of the lounge, took Mora with him, and followed the butler who was waiting outside the door to leave.

He was very curious about how Lord Raymond would react when he knew that he had just left the Golden Palace and ran to have a "secret meeting" with his wife.

Turning a corridor, Annan asked the butler who was leading the way: "Where did you imprison Killian?"

After a slight hesitation, the butler said: "Madam ordered Master Killian to be imprisoned in the dungeon..."

"Take me there."

"But..."

"You can ask Madam Melanie for instructions."

"No need, I'll take you there right away."

The butler knew Mora and thought that he had received the tacit consent of the great lord, so he took Annan deeper into the mansion.

Passing an outdoor corridor, Annan raised his head and looked at the figures busy in front of the chimneys on the steep eaves in the dim night.

"Mr. Annan?"

The butler not far away found that Annan did not follow.

Annan withdrew his gaze without saying a word and walked over.