Alien world

Chapter 1329 251. Believers
Sitting in the carriage and looking at the street scenes passing by outside, Annan felt that he might have guessed wrong.

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

Is he trying to ease the relationship between himself and the overlord?
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.

Refers to Annan protecting Mora.

"So is it just you, or is there someone else?" Annan continued to ask the interrupted question.

"Let's split up and look for the whereabouts of the mistress..."

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

"Are you a dark elf, then?"

Annan became curious about what Mora looked like under her gray cloak.

Mr. Mora held out his hand, thin, bandaged, and smelling faintly of corruption.

"It used to be..."

He underwent a painful ritual of transformation, from an elf to a human...

Annan didn't want to open up the wound again and ask about his gender, but he could empathize with his pain.

"Okay, wait for little spider... ahem, I mean wait for Spider Queen Rose to come back. I will let Her restore your identity as a dark elf."

If it were a god, reversing a person's race should be easy, right?

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

"You're scratching me a little bit..."

If Mora hadn't meant any harm, he would have been ejected by the protective spell.

"Please forgive me..." Maura quickly let go of her hand.

"Nothing. Actually, I am just like you. I don't know where the Spider Queen has gone..."

Annan thought this would make Mora give up, but he underestimated the dark elves' obsession with the Spider Queen Rose.

"Please tell me..."

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

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

Think about it, what would happen if the people of Liberty 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 offense: he could not imagine what he had not seen.

For example, gods, believers and holy wars.

If he had seen anything like it, he would never have thought that "it's no big deal for believers to lose their gods."

The problem was that Annan landed in the barren northern region of this world, and then the ratmen came. It had been the third year of turmoil since he came to Middle-earth.

If he had been thrown into Middle-earth or the South at the beginning of the turmoil, Annan would have seen the madness of hundreds or thousands of lords and kings, and millions or tens of millions of believers in their efforts to call back the gods.

"Well, maybe, it seems, maybe, he went back to the abyss with another god."

"abyss……"

Maura's eyes suddenly seemed to have some light.

"Well, through some special methods, he might have gone back to investigate something or to look for strength."

Annan didn't want to reveal too much, and he really didn't know anything: "Just wait a little longer, you've already been waiting for five years."

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

Annan stepped off the carriage and followed the butler who came to greet him into the mansion. The servants and maids were all up, sweeping the corridors with cleaning tools.

Annan followed the butler all the way to the two large doors. Unfortunately, behind the doors was a lounge instead of a bedroom.

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

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

"I heard that Killian assassinated you. Are you not hurt?" asked the Grand Lord's wife with concern.

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

"I'm fine, thank you for your concern, ma'am."

Annan thought that Mrs. Melanie would ask him indirectly about the situation during the attack, but it seemed that she really just wanted to have a late-night chat. She took advantage of Annan's panic after the attack to ask about his well-being and gain his favor.

Mrs. Melanie wanted to play house, so Annan simply coaxed her. For a while, the lounge was filled with laughter, and both the guests and the hosts were having a great time. There was no atmosphere at all that Annan and her husband were about to fall out.

At one point, Annan asked her, "Mrs. Melanie, did Killian really attack me just out of jealousy? Could this be related to his background?"

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

Melanie resisted the urge to tell her secret...

She stroked her plump chest. What was wrong with 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 his disappointment.

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

As soon as 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 confusedly: "What did you say?"

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

Annan stood up and said, "Let's talk again some other time. It's been a pleasure chatting with you tonight, Miss Melanie."

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

Annan walked out of the lounge, took Maura with him, and followed the butler who was waiting for him outside the door.

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

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

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

"take me."

"Can……"

"You can ask Lady Melanie for instructions."

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

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

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

"Mr. Annan?"

The butler not far away noticed that Annan did not catch up.

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

(End of this chapter)