A strange world

Chapter 296 Chapter 149. The second day of trouble

Annan's appearance attracted a lot of attention. Black hair and black eyes... Of course they recognized this as the King of the North who was in the spotlight and had scolded the legends of the royal capital all over.

They were looking at Annan, and Annan was looking at an acquaintance on the dance floor: Farro Barros, whose fat face was painted with greasy mineral powder, was doing funny dances on the dance floor, and from time to time he used his buttocks to push away the dancers. Make your guests laugh.

Annan's drooping eyes reflected the sadness of something hurting its own kind.

When the original King of the North stood at the top of the North, would he have thought that his descendants would please the nobles like circus performers?

The ladies and ladies looked at Annan with interest, but their superior pride and overlooking made Annan give up talking and came to the dining table alone.

Annan tasted some pastries, which were pretty good, but not as good as the manor cook's cooking skills.

Not long after, Farro Barros stepped out onto the dance floor with enthusiasm.

"Nephew Annan, I'm so happy to see you!" He grabbed the wine glass held by the passing maid and drank it down in one gulp.

"Are these worth it?"

Annan, who witnessed Faro Barros' efforts with his own eyes, frowned and said.

"This is the fate of losers." Farro Barros picked up another piece of pastry: "But I am much better than those down-and-out nobles, my ancestors are on top, lol -"

Farro Barros seemed to be choking. Annan handed him a glass of juice. He coughed a few times before continuing: "You must not be like me... I have nothing left. If -"

"Faro, why don't you let your friends perform together?"

A voice came from a man in aristocratic attire with gold thread standing not far away and asked.

Faro Barros blocked Annan behind his fat body: "He is just a boy from the north, he doesn't know anything."

"Then you will have to replace him." The man deliberately teased.

"No problem!" Farro Barros turned around and told Annan: "Remember my fate and never give up your territory..."

Annan watched as Farro Barros slipped onto the dance floor again and began to dance comically. His bloated figure seemed to be filled with sadness. After being slapped on the left cheek, it was not as easy as expected to stretch out the right cheek...

"He was just worried about being eaten by wild dogs."

Annan looked at the person speaking across the dining table. He was a tall and handsome man. The thick calluses on his palms holding the wine glass indicated his identity.

"Is it hard to say this? But that's what he is doing." The man said directly: "It is enough for the king to have a 'King of the North', you will make him have no food to eat."

"Who are you?"

"Paraethon, a reservist, your bravery has helped us a lot, thank you." Pharaethon gave Annan a simplified knighthood - Annan had seen a complicated one from Mr. Meyer. "But it has also embarrassed many nobles. If you don't want to be treated like a pet and played with, you should leave the royal capital as soon as possible."

Annan looked around, and the strange open space formed by the avoidance of guests and waiters supported his words.

Duke Leandre Albert, who invited him, never even glanced at this side from beginning to end.

"I remember... do you know Mr. Meyer?" So Faraethon's "goodwill" is commendable.

"The Knight of the Eighth Holy Grail is our teacher."

"We are walls and teachers. We want to protect them and teach them." Annan suddenly read out a sentence Mr. Meyer said in school.

"That's right." Farrah's expression showed more recognition and he said more: "Leave. Tonight Farro Barros is just the dessert, and you are the main meal."

"Thanks."

Annan looked normal and walked towards the terrace.

The palace gardens surrounding the mountains in the distance turn into a floating city at night - the city is brightly lit, making people look forward to it.

With no time to admire the beautiful scenery, Annan deftly climbed down along the carved stone pillars on the outer wall and arrived in front of the manor. The housekeeper wondered why the King of the North came out early, but without thinking much, he opened the door and let Annan out.

"Odo, Odo—"

Annan lowered his voice and called to the kobold guard, and soon it ran out of the darkness: "Sir, I marked a location!"

"How was it marked?"

The kobold ran to the corner, then lifted up and backed away, the shadow under the cloak creating a beautiful arc.

"Let's leave quickly... before the nobles can react, leave quickly!"

Annan and the kobold ran back to the carriage and hurried away from the gate of the manor. Not long after, a scream pierced the night sky came from behind——

…

"You did very well."

On the way back, Annan praised.

I stretched out my right cheek, but it didn't stop me from peeing on you.

As a result, Annan's enlightenment did not last long. When he returned to the manor, he saw a guard stationed outside the manor - they were obviously not sent to protect Annan.

"Stop! Who is it!"

Guards stood in front of the carriage.

"I should ask you."

The guard captain looked at Annan and suddenly said: "Are you the King of the North?"

He led Annan to the mansion and stepped in. A strange and beautiful lady was sitting on the sofa in the hall. Her graceful temperament was no less than that of Mrs. Winter whom he had interacted with before. Her attire was that of a noble lady from the royal capital, and her loose pleated skirt made her look like a ripe fruit.

The guard captain knelt on one knee in front of the woman: "Your Highness, Annan Reeves is here."

Annan guessed that she was Princess Sails. The princess who had been away for more than 20 years happened to come back tonight. Annan didn't think it was a coincidence, but he could only sigh: "I'll leave now..."

"Where are you going?" Princess Seles raised her toes in her crystal slippers slightly.

"Just find a hotel."

She frowned and said, "This is an insult to the royal family. This is how the royal family treats guests."

Annan said nothing, because this was really the royal family's way of hospitality.

Princess Seles thought for a while and said: "Since my brother arranged for you to be here, then you can stay."

"You're going to have a bad reputation."

Princess Seles softened her attitude because Annan thought about her: "I am just a woman who lost her husband. I no longer care about reputation since the day my husband died... but it is really not good to live with a boy, so Don’t come near my room.”

Annan was forced to move from the bedroom on the third floor, where he lived for only one day, to the guest room on the second floor, just downstairs from the princess's bedroom. The scenery outside the window is still beautiful, but it feels more like being under someone else's roof.

In the dead of night, Annan quietly opened the portal and whispered: "I miss Xingyue Bay..."

Opposite the portal, a sleepy Olmedo was lazily leaning on the sofa, his cheeks much softer than during the day: "Then come back."

"Not yet... I want to know what is going on in the capital."

"Come here and I'll give you something."

Olmedo and the aggrieved Annan said, coming to the portal.

"You are only taking this on for your own people."

Olmedo's hand passed through the portal, touched Annan's black hair, and said softly.