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Chapter 1338 Chapter 260. The Great Lord's True Intention
"Dig... a hole."

The clever black mole replied.

Annan didn't believe it and felt that he was very close to the truth of why the Stuen Rat was in the Broken Mountains.

He was not in a hurry and asked the black mole if this was the territory of the rat people?
What the black mole said was correct, but it allowed Annan and others to stay here as long as they didn't go deep.

"Then can I go?"

"You can't get in."

Annan wanted to say that he could turn into a mouse and follow, but his stomach growled and interrupted him.

Seeing the free people suffering from hunger and cold, Annan first let them eat and drink enough.

"Would you like to come get something to eat?"

Annan also extended an invitation to the Black Mole.

"Food? I want it!"

Black Mole's eyes lit up, but the free folk couldn't accept it.

"Lord Annan, it killed our people!" someone shouted indignantly, but it was too late for Wilson to stop it.

Three freemen were sent to check deep into the mines, but only one returned, with at least five pounds of his body eaten away.

Annan was silent for a moment, then lowered his eyes and asked Black Mole: "Who did it?"

The black mole immediately pointed at the brown-haired rat that was surrounded by a tide of rats.

"It must die." Annan said seriously.

As a qualified lord, he should use the death of his subordinates to gain benefits. Fortunately, Annan never thought he was so outstanding.

Annan was ready to have a disagreement with them - at worst, he would just take action. As long as all the ratmen present were killed, he and the Stoon clan would still be "partners with a good basis for cooperation."

Unexpectedly, the black mole just raised its head, cursed the brown-haired rat in the shrill and rapid rat language, and handed it over to Annan for disposal.

The brown-haired rat that controlled the rat tide did as it was told, which stunned the free people.

They had never seen such an easy-to-talk-to ratman, and their hatred and anger subsided a lot in an instant.

Even the rat people listen to Lord Annan...

"Can you still pick up a weapon?"

Annan handed a lightweight rapier to the injured free man who was being supported by his companions.

"I can……"

He stretched out his bumpy arm, gripped the rapier, stared at the rat man with bloodshot eyes, and stabbed out tremblingly.

The rat man trembled in panic, but stood still, allowing the rapier to pierce into the coarse dark brown fur.

The rapier trembled along with the rat man and suddenly fell out of his hand.

When Annan thought the freeman was exhausted, the freeman looked over and said, "Lord Annan, I don't want to kill it anymore."

"why?"

Annan walked over, picked up the rapier, and looked at the injured free man.

"This guy can control the rats and make them do things for the free folks, which is more useful than killing them."

so good……

Even Annan did not dare to say that he had such awareness and belief.

Looking at him and the other free people with approval, Annan and the brown-haired rat who escaped said, "You heard it, you made a mistake, even if you were just doing what you thought was right at the time. But now, we are willing to generously give you a chance to atone for your sins. Do you want to live?"

The brown-haired rat didn't say a word, and Annan almost thought it was a ratman loyal to the Stoon clan, but then he thought, how could a brown-haired rat understand loyalty?
"There's plenty of food," he said.

"promise."

The black mole had no objection. In its eyes, the brown rat was already dead when it sent it away.

Ten minutes later, a bonfire and cooking pot were set up in front of the entrance to the abandoned mine. The humans and ratmen, who had been at loggerheads before, now sat together happily.

"Your status is very high?" Annan asked the black mole.

Does the black mole's rights subvert Annan's understanding of the ratman class, or is it actually the pet of some big shot?

“They all listen to me.”

The black mole's dark eyes looked anxiously at the stew bubbling in the pot.

Its arms were too short, and before it could reach the cooking pot, its head fell into the fire.

"almost."

Wilson, the chef, poked the meat, picked up the wooden bowl stacked next to him, filled it with food and handed it to Annan.

Annan took it and handed it to the injured free man first.

"Thank you, Lord Annan!" he said excitedly, and he no longer felt the pain from the dozens of wounds of varying sizes on his body.

Wilson filled another bowl and handed it to Annan, who took it and handed it to the eagerly awaited Black Mole very naturally.

"It's so kind of you!"

The black mole feasted.

If you want to conquer a ratman, you must first conquer its stomach. Feeling that the time was right, Annan took the opportunity to ask it: "How long have you been in the Broken Mountains?"

"Well... three years!"

Three years ago...about the time when the McKeon ratmen first moved north.

The time that the Stuhn ratmen have been in the Broken Mountains is shorter than expected, which indirectly shows that they have only recently set their sights on this place.

So the question is, is it really just a golden palace that made them so jealous that they sent the rat elders?
It’s not that Annan thinks it’s too little. The Raymond family’s wealth of hundreds of years is definitely worth Annan’s hard work for more than ten years, but the rat people really don’t seem to be interested in this - they are just digging holes everywhere.

Annan suddenly had an idea that had no evidence but was very likely the truth: the rat people had discovered new gold veins underground.

In this case, it would explain why the ratmen were digging holes everywhere. After all, it would be normal for them to only dig in the Golden City, but why did they not even spare the deep mountains?

Annan also wondered whether Lord Raymond had also discovered a new mineral vein?
That's why he wasn't sad about his son's death, and why he allowed himself to cause trouble for the Fieren Trading Company and the Skalu United Organization... He was using his own hands to eliminate these organizations.

As for how to confirm the guess...Annan thought of the Church of Wealth.

As long as Lord Raymond wants to monopolize the new mineral vein, he will definitely take action against the Church of Wealth.

……

"Drink!"

Joan swung the sword in her hand at all enemies that stood in her way.

Relying on the toughness of her armor and the physical strength of a warrior, she charged among the enemies.

The enemy's blood was brought up by the sword, spurting into the visor, and turning everything in front of him into a bloody color.

The battlefield was in chaos and Joan was in danger several times. Fortunately, she was rescued by the gang members who followed her, but this also made her noticed.

"Arrows!"

At a certain moment, a shrill cry rang in her ears. She only had time to look up and saw a rain of arrows flying towards her.

There was a symphony of clangs, and the arrows hit her armor, splashing sparks, and were all bounced away.

Joan lowered her head, like a standing statue of a contemplative warrior, welcoming the baptism of a torrential rain of arrows.

However, the companions around her were unable to resist. Their thin leather armor was vulnerable to the rain of arrows. Within a radius of more than ten meters with her as the center, all the people, whether friends or enemies, were mercilessly shot into hedgehogs by the arrows.

When the last sound of the arrow cutting through the air stopped abruptly, it was as if the solidified statue finally came alive again.

Joan raised her head slowly, and the scene before her was heartbreaking—her companions who had fought alongside her just now were now lying on the ground in a mess, their bodies full of arrows.

Her blood was boiling, with a heat and anger that was enough to melt ice and snow and destroy everything.

(End of this chapter)