A strange world

Chapter 1395 Section 29. Suitable Person

Night falls.

The bustling commercial street is full of people, blocking Francois who is coming back from the south.

"Lord Francois, is Meteorite City so lively?"

"Of course, this is the eighth magic image of our Lord Annan." Francois retracted his gaze and said to Richard who was waiting for him in the teleportation square.

After being blocked for more than ten minutes, the carriage moved slowly to the front of the city lord's mansion.

The servant led them to the meeting room. Seeing several people sitting around the round table, Francois asked: "Am I not here at the right time?"

"You are here at the right time."

Annan stood up, enthusiastically pulled Francois to sit in the empty seat, and then looked at the person who followed Francois in: "Our honorary president?"

"Lord Annan, hello." Richard saluted quickly.

"Richard found me and wanted me to take him back to Meteorite City."

"You still need to recover..."

"It's just some minor scratches. I'm completely healed!" Richard is still very young, and he rolled up his sleeves to show Annan.

Annan smiled gently, "I mean, you just encountered this kind of thing, you need to rest for a while."

"I don't want to rest. The people in power in Meteorite City allowed the dragon to attack the savings bank. As the president, I can't leave my post without permission!"

Annan didn't say anything, but looked at Francois: "How is the negotiation going?"

"They didn't admit it, but also said that it was their negligence that caused the dragon to leak in, and they are willing to compensate us...for the loss."

"You agreed?"

Francois sneered: "How is it possible? So many eyes are watching us. If you agree to it, it's not a slap on my butt, it's a slap on your face."

"Huh?"

Ignoring Francois's offense for the time being, Annan and Richard said: "You heard that there are still some disputes in Meteorite City, which may become a wrestling point between us and the Southern Alliance."

Francois hesitated to speak.

"You will definitely face many challenges if you stay in Meteorite City, and you may even be attacked and assassinated... Can you accept it?"

"Free City cannot be trampled on. This is what we learned in the first lesson."

Annan admired the bravery and fearlessness of these young people and patted him on the shoulder: "Okay, you convinced me, Meteorite City will be handed over to you and Francois."

"Remember, no matter when and where, Free City is your strongest backing."

"For Free City!"

Richard left the meeting room with great ambitions, and Annan's eyes returned to Francois.

"What do you want to say?"

"Meteorite City, not Meteorite City."

"Oh."

Annan narrowed his eyes slightly.

...

The pedestrians on the street blocked the road, blocking Lokrenis, who had rushed back from the Lake of Ten Thousand Lakes and didn't even have time to go home.

He was impatient, and jumped off the car in the surprise of the coachman, "I'll run over!" He threw down a sentence and dragged his lame leg, rushing towards the brightly lit city lord's mansion in the distance.

The strong man rushing over made the guards at the door of the city lord's mansion nervous, but Luo Xi recognized the man and asked the guards to let down their guard and greeted him and said: "Locklen, why are you here?"

Locklen panted: "Lord Annan wants to see me."

"It's you, come with me, Lord Annan is waiting for you in the conference room." Luo Xi suddenly realized and took him into the city lord's mansion.

"How are you recently?"

Luo Xi and Locklen are old acquaintances, but he hasn't seen him since the Battle of Hell Mountain.

Locklen said that he retired from the Hellfire Legion due to a leg injury, and was transferred to the Commercial Street by the Veteran Soldier Department for his military merits.

"No wonder, where's Nia?"

"I sent her to an orphanage."

Roxi, who was walking in front, turned around and said, "Are you willing to do that?"

"Sister Deta is better at taking care of children than us rough men."

"That's true."

When they arrived at the meeting room, Roxi pushed open the door.

"Lord Annan, Lord Olmedo, and Lady Idyllia." Lokren walked in and called out the only three names he knew.

Olmedo nodded: "Lokren, we need you to introduce the situation of the Lake of Ten Thousand Lakes."

Lokren then told the stories he had seen and heard in the Lake of Ten Thousand Lakes when he came.

From the name of the Lake of Ten Thousand Lakes, it can be seen that there are lakes everywhere, and almost every lake is surrounded by one or more forces, so that there are lords everywhere, so many that if you pour a basin of water on the street from the second floor, nine out of ten people who are splashed are lords.

More lords means more disputes. In the past, such disputes were suppressed by the Lady of the Lake and the Knights Templar, and everyone was happy.

But with the turbulent years, theocracy declined, the Knights Templar left one after another, embarked on the journey to find the gods, and the disputes suppressed by the church for hundreds of years surfaced.

When the commercial street was just built, the lords had already fought each other and there were signs of chaos.

However, the person who worked there was also a legendary figure. He took the identity of "Champion Warlock" granted by the Annan Empire, and then used Annan to seduce some ladies, let them whisper in their husbands' pillows, and built the commercial street by forming alliances.

Annan knew what happened next - lords fought lords, lords fought paladins, lords and paladins fought other lords and paladins, and cultists and various brotherhoods fished in troubled waters, and even paladins like Captain Ryan were forced to be involved in the war.

Olmedo asked about the income, public security and the situation of the territory of the commercial street. Annan said: "How far is our commercial street from Osculus?"

"A dozen lakes are separated."

"A dozen lakes are separated" is the jargon of the Lake of Ten Thousand Lakes area. A dozen lakes means a dozen forces are separated.

It seems that we can't ask Captain Ryan, who just separated not long ago, to help-and they may not be willing to help.

After all, they can't even help their hometown.

"Lokelen, how much do you think it will cost if we want to protect the commercial street?"

"Lord Annan, are we going to march into the Lake of Ten Thousand Lakes?"

"No, we are not warmongers. We just want to ensure the safety of the commercial street."

"But to protect the commercial street, we need enough territory. To have territory, we need to occupy the town..."

Annan was almost persuaded by Lokelen, but Olmedo said: "We can't let people outside think that we have the idea of ​​expansion."

"That's right." Annan calmed down.

Lokelen said that at least a legend must be in charge to ensure the safety of the commercial street.

"Where can I find a legend... Can't an epic?"

Lokelen said no, the various forces in the Lake of Ten Thousand Lakes have been fighting each other, and they have suffered heavy casualties, but you are living in peace... Who wouldn't be jealous?

"I'll find a way." Annan said, "As for the person in charge of the commercial street, Francois..."

"I remembered that the clothes hanging outside have not been collected--"

Francois's butt left the seat and made an excuse: "And if I go, what about the people in Meteorite City?"

That's right, Francois has other things to do.

So who is the right person to go?