Alien world

Chapter 1330 252. I like it more now
As an outsider, Annan, who came to the Raymond family dungeon due to various coincidences, saw Killian.

He looked fine, his clothes were intact, and there were no signs of torture.

After all, he is the illegitimate son of the great lord. No one dares to lynch Killian before he speaks out.

"How come you were caught too?" Killian stood up in surprise when he saw Annan.

"I just came to see you."

The butler left tactfully, Annan said.

"This is impossible, this is a family secret..."

Only then did he notice that Mr. Mora was standing next to Annan and believed what he said.

"Your father has told me everything."

After deceiving Lady Melanie, Annan deceived Killian again: "Is it worth it? Being treated as an abandoned child and making way for the real heir."

Killian showed a painful expression: "I have no choice. For the sake of the family, I must sacrifice. For the continuation of the rule, you must die..."

"It seems that you really hate me." Annan sighed.

"No, on the contrary, I admire you."

At this point, Killian guessed that he would have no chance of leaving the dungeon alive, and he no longer concealed his thoughts.

"When you first came, I tried to compete with you and see who's better..." Killian showed a complicated smile, with a hint of unspeakable emotion.

"But you did a lot of things under my nose without anyone noticing. It only took a few days to give my uncle... and my father a headache. This is the first time I've seen him get so angry."

Killian spoke more and more naturally, ignoring the presence of Maura, and sat back down in the pile of hay, as if he were in a study instead of a cell.

"Annan, can I ask you a question?"

"Please say."

"Do you hate the Raymond family?"

"I hadn't even heard of the Broken Mountains until a week ago."

"You dislike my father?"

"Not really. He's an arrogant guy, but he's not even in the top three of the guys I know."

In terms of arrogance, Annan looked down upon the Elf King's court. In terms of madness, the nickname of Mad Dog Duke spread even in the Empire. In terms of arrogance, Clo of the Kingdom of Rekanel even wanted to use the Skaven.

"Then why did you start a riot?" Before Annan answered, he shook his head and said, "Don't call it a 'second game'. My father doesn't know you well enough, but I can see that you don't want to play just one game."

In Killian's opinion, this was not in line with the nobles' decent and gentlemanly fight of "you say something to me, I say something to you", but more like the barbarian behavior of "you cursed me, I will cast your head into a Jingguan".

But Annan looks like the most classical aristocrat.

"Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?" Annan asked him.

"Tell the lie first."

"You have offended the Imperial Princess, so you must die."

Killian was stunned for a moment, then suddenly smiled: "What about the truth?"

"Because I want you to disappear."

"who are we?"

"A person who tramples on people's heads and bullies them."

Killian couldn't understand. He was about to say "You too", but Annan continued: "I've seen hard labor in the coal mines. Can you imagine what it's like for a grown man to be only 60 pounds?"

"How can such a person lift a pickaxe?" Killian didn't believe it.

"Yes, you haven't stopped exploiting even such people." Annan stared at him. "If I hadn't shown up, he would have died one morning and been thrown into an abandoned mine." "There are hundreds of skeletons in the abandoned mine. Do you know how big the smallest skeleton is? Eight years old? What were you and I doing when we were eight years old? But they are sold to dark coal mines, where they are burned to death by the mine owners. His leg bones are not even as long as my arms!"

"He's just a child. How could you bear it?"

Killian listened, and his consciousness went back to his childhood. It was as if someone had said the same thing to him.

When he was seriously injured and unconscious, a familiar voice screamed in his ear: "He is just a child, who would be so cruel!?"

"I went to see Melanie before I came here. Are you guys cleaning up for the New Year?"

Killian came back to his senses: "Yeah, the annual routine cleaning."

"You know what I saw? A child of three or four, with a rope tied around him and covered in ash, preparing to climb into the chimney to clean it out."

Annan put his hand on his waist and gestured: "The child is only this tall, about three or four years old. You actually let a child who can't even walk steadily to remove the ashes from the stove!"

“A grown man can’t fit into a chimney,” Killian said automatically.

"Look, your first words are not even those of a three-year-old child at work." Annan shook his head in disappointment: "Then I also tell you that the Raymond family must die."

"Just for those cheap...commoners? Don't forget that you are also a noble."

"Don't compare me to you." Annan shook his finger. "I'm a sheepdog... You can accuse me of comparing people to lambs, but am I not a 'dog' too?"

"You take yourself too lightly." If there was any difference between Killian and outside, he was more relaxed.

He no longer has to worry about seeing the disappointment of those around him and can say whatever he wants.

"Is it possible that in my eyes, your importance is not even one ten-thousandth of theirs?"

"Impossible!" Killian said flatly, "The common people are ignorant and stupid. Without a leader, they will never achieve anything."

"Perhaps you are right, they need guidance, but what have you done? You have collected wealth and sucked blood, and would rather build a useless golden palace than let some wealth slip through your fingers to the poor."

"They are just ignorant, but not stupid. I have said something to your father. If your people have enough food and clothing and live in peace and contentment, how can they be instigated by me?"

Killian stood there in a daze.

"Think about it carefully. I'll come see you tomorrow."

Annan left the Raymond family and followed Mora to his residence.

Mora's residence was the opposite of his, unexpectedly tidy and clean - after all, elves are all mysophobic, even dark elves.

Annan continued to use this place as a command room, and the portal connected him and his men like a tentacle.

"Why did we change places?" asked the Black Widow with the mountain village in the background.

Annan recounted the assassination attempt, and then sighed, "Why are our opponents so... barbaric?"

"If they are not barbaric, how can we appear to be righteous?"

Annan was noncommittal: "How much do you know about the Spider Queen Church?"

"Those dark elves? Have you met them?"

"That's it."

"Stay away from them. They are a group of monsters who enjoy torture and pain."

"What do you say, if we form an alliance with those 'monsters'?"

"Are you taking revenge on the Elf King's Court?"

Annan was just planning on it, after all, his relationship with Spider-Man would be the best to use, but after Black Widow said that, he liked the Dark Elf even more.

(End of this chapter)