Alien world

Chapter 1331 253. Yes, Father
The Black Widow was very sure that Annan was either coveting the dark elf's body or deliberately seeking revenge on the Elf Royal Court.

After all, the dark elves were a group of beings more brutal than ogres, dirtier than ratmen, and crazier than fanatics. Beneath their beautiful appearance were rotten souls—because their essence had been devoured by their mistress.

"Don't be deceived by the appearance of the dark elves. The difference between them and the elves is like the difference between goblins and elves. I can't finish talking about these chaotic and evil women for three days and three nights! If you marry me to the dark elves, I will be as pure as a saint!"

But no matter how Black Widow persuaded him, Annan remained determined.

"I want to try it first."

Annan understood Black Widow’s concerns, but he couldn’t just say, “Don’t be afraid, my spider queen Rose doesn’t bite, right?”

"Then let's give it a try." Black Widow said, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes.

Annan was startled: "What's wrong with you?"

The black widow, with black eyeliner smudged and black tears flowing, sobbed and said, "I plan to cry for you every day from now on, so that I won't be so sad when you are toyed to death by the dark elves."

"Well, don't worry, even if I have to play with them, I'll be the one to play with them."

"You really are lusting after the dark elf's body!"

……

The snow finally stopped after a few days of continuous snowfall. The rolling mountains no longer looked bare and cold, and the starry sky made people intoxicated—but also made people shiver even by the campfire.

The workers and most of the gang members were resting, the night sentries were patrolling the wooden walls and the village, and the hall of the village was brightly lit.

Joan, Elimoas, Jodi and members of the Osculas Mercenary Group gathered in the hall, waiting for news from Captain Ryan.

While Captain Ryan was still here, Jody talked about the issue of educating gang members.

Due to the lack of real experience of suffering and struggle, they only superficially agree with the philosophy of Free Blade, believing that "follow Joan to have meat to eat" instead of "build tomorrow with their own hands."

But it doesn’t matter, they will understand. If it doesn’t work, just call Little Smalls over.

“Skeeter still not found?” Joan asked.

"No, we have almost no contact with the wanderer. Don't worry, he will be fine." Jody replied.

There was nothing much to talk about. Luo Fei was drowsy while holding the little bear filled with spell materials. When the silver moon fell on the top of an unnamed mountain in the distance, Captain Ryan returned to the village with a chill.

"How about it?"

"The Oyster Gang will remain neutral and will not interfere in our fight with the Overlord." Captain Ryan shook off the frost on his body.

Joan said to herself, "Is this good news?"

Captain Ryan's eyebrows were still covered with frost, making his face look as cold as ice: "But they have one condition... We must spit out all the people and territories we have received and withdraw from the Broken Mining Area."

"This is impossible!"

The cottage hall was silent for a moment, and Jody was the first to speak out in objection.

“We just said we were here to save them, but now we’re pushing the workers into the abyss again?!”

"We can take down the Oyster Gang with a surprise attack, but there is no guarantee that the Brotherhood of the Round Table will not intervene." Captain Ryan said solemnly: "We cannot involve other forces."

Although the difference between a Knight and a Paladin is not as great as that between an Elf and a Dark Elf, they are by no means comparable: Paladins believe in the Holy Light and the pantheon of goodness, and often have loftier ideals.

Knights are usually loyal to a lord or force and their principle is to maintain order and nobility.

In other words, if they didn't withdraw, the Round Table Brotherhood would probably regard them as heretics who were "spreading chaos." "Jody is right. We just gave them hope, and then we abandon them... I can't accept it." Joan said, hesitantly looking at Elimoas standing beside her.

As if she knew what she wanted to say, Ilimoyas said indifferently: "Annan asked me to tell you that as long as it does not violate the creed of Free City, there is no need to ask for his opinion."

With Annan's support, Joan's tone was as cold as if she were dealing with an enemy: "Captain Ryan, I need you to launch a decapitation operation against the Oyster Gang."

……

If Joan only encountered some setbacks, then Smalls and Wilson faced unimaginable resistance.

At first, their actions went smoothly. The suffering workers flocked to them at their call, and they seized several coal mines in this way. Then they gained a lot of loyalty by trying the mine owners and their accomplices.

But the Broken Mountains are not the remote North, this is Middle-earth, where the rule of the nobles is deeply rooted and crisscrossed.

The most important thing is that they are decadent and dogmatic, but not corrupt.

After receiving advance warnings from the great lords that riots had broken out in their territories, the lords who had been prepared quickly sent out soldiers to quell the unrest.

How could the workers who had just taken off their shackles be a match for the well-equipped soldiers? There were a large number of casualties, and some people chose to rebel and lead the way for the sake of profit.

Although Little Small was a warrior and carried many magic scrolls for self-protection, they were only able to protect himself, Little Small and a few others from escaping.

His strategy of "mobilizing the masses, from the bottom up" in the Kingdom of Rekanel was completely unworkable.

Seeing that the nobles were united from being a scattered group, and word spread that the great lord's son, Elvis Raymond, the future heir to the Broken Mountains, had come in person to suppress the riot, Smalls and Wilson took the rest of the people and temporarily hid in the mountains.

……

Annan was frustrated, but Lord Raymond was not happy.

He just suppressed a group of rioters, and none of their masterminds were caught. He also heard that the lady had invited Annan to the family last night.

Although the relationships among the nobles were chaotic and it was common for a viscount's wife to wake up in a baron's bed, having a green head was never a pleasant thing.

And last night, Annan somehow managed to trick Mr. Mora away.

At this time, Elvis Raymond, who rushed back to the Golden Palace in a happy mood, ran into the gun.

"you are happy?"

As the low voice sounded, Elvis Raymond lost his smile and replaced it with a cautious expression: "Father, Annan wanted to repeat his old tricks in the territories of those lords, but we easily discovered it..."

"Are you happy about ruining Annan's plan, or Killian?"

"I just……"

Raymond interrupted his defense: "Elvis, I know you better than you think."

Elvis Raymond lowered his head and stopped quibbling.

A heavy snort came from above his head: "Do what you should do, and hide your little thoughts. Don't think I don't know what you did outside."

Elvis Raymond lowered his head even lower, hiding the fear and...resentment in his eyes.

"Yes, father..."

(End of this chapter)