Alien world

Chapter 1341 263. The True Identity of the Wanderer
Annan, who was still unaware of the huge results achieved in the Broken Mining Area, was now sitting in front of the campfire with Little Smo and others, imparting his experience to the free people and playing "Let the Magic Fly" for them.

The black mole also watched.

"I don't understand." It expresses the thoughts of a minority of people.

Most of the freemen, like Wilson, were thoughtful and vaguely realized that the story was not as simple as it seemed. As for Little Small, he knew the lines by heart.

After Let the Magic Fly, the Black Mole stayed here and watched Tom and Jerry over and over again. It would show its teeth and threaten anyone who stopped it from watching. Finally, Annan asked it, "Don't you have anything to do?" Then it seemed to remember something - and then it started watching with a sense of urgency and pressure.

Annan tried to test the waters for a while, and at one point, he pretended to ask casually, "Does Lord Raymond know if there is a gold mine underground?"

“We’re still robbing.”

The black mole blurted out a familiar word, and after a few seconds, it slowly turned its head towards Annan, its dark eyes reflecting Annan's innocent and harmless smile.

"Don't look at me like that. As a friend of the Ratman Elder, of course I know."

Even in the magical world, scientific laws still apply - for example, a head the size of a fist won't be that smart no matter how smart it is.

The black mole easily believed Annan's words and continued to watch with pressure.

A gold vein was discovered...

It all makes sense.

Why did the overlord use me to clean up the other two forces, and why did he send Killian to assassinate me?

As long as the Raymond Family can completely control the Broken Mountains, he can make the Broken Mountains great again. What does the death of one or two heirs matter?

While Annan was thinking, the team sent by Little Smo to investigate the surroundings came back.

The free people returned to the cave wrapped in several sets of cotton clothes collected by their companions, but their faces were still red from the cold and their beards were covered with frost.

The man in front holding a piece of parchment saw Annan standing there in a daze, looked at the parchment, and then looked at Annan.

"That great lord has already started a warrant for my arrest?"

Annan guessed what was on the parchment.

"Um……"

The free folk who had never seen Annan but had only heard of him said dully.

Annan walked over and suddenly realized that he didn't even have a decent pair of shoes. He only had rotten shoes wrapped in wooden boards and torn pants.

After a brief pause, Annan took off his boots and let him put them on.

His magic ring stores a lot of supplies, but taking off his own shoes personally is definitely more touching than taking out a pair of brand new shoes from the magic ring.

"install……"

"Put them on. They're just a pair of boots."

If his face hadn't been frozen for so long that it was difficult for him to make any expression, the man would have already burst into tears.

As soon as he put on his still warm boots, he showed a painful expression.

"what happened?"

Annan was worried that his feet were frozen from walking in the snow for too long.

"My Lord, it's a bit crowded..."

A few minutes later, the team, who had new boots and new cotton clothes like everyone else, sat in front of the campfire and wolfed down their food. On the other side, the free people, their faces cracked by frostbite, told about their discoveries.

There is a village a few hills away, where they got the wanted warrant, and next to it is a mine. However, because of their activities these days, the mine has hired a lot of mercenaries to maintain law and order.

Interestingly, because the free folks made too much noise, the mine owners increased the laborers’ pay and reduced their working hours in order to avoid riots in their own coal mines.

"It's normal. When we ask for better treatment, they call us thieves and salary thieves, but if we are prepared to hang them from street lamps, they say they can consider it," Annan said.

Besides, they also encountered wanderers. The red-faced freemen said that was the most dangerous time, because the hungry wanderers would really attack them. If they hadn't hidden weapons on them and driven the wanderers away, they would definitely not be able to return.

Annan could never understand this group of wanderers - logically speaking, in a territory full of oppression and poverty, there would be at most refugees and bandits running rampant, so how come so many humanoid ratmen suddenly appeared?

"Do you know the Wanderer?" Annan asked the black mole stuck on the magic image.

"Well……"

"We eat together, play games together, and listen to stories together. Should we be considered friends?"

"friend……?"

"That's right, friend. So it's okay to tell your friends some news that is not really a secret, right?" Annan said in a tone that sounded like he was coaxing a child.

But it was useful, and Black Mole felt that what he said made sense: "They listen to the overlord."

Annan never expected that the wanderer was actually the great lord's man! ?

But it seems... quite reasonable.

There are wanderers all over the Broken Mountains. There is no better spies than them, and what could be easier to control than a group of refugees who have nothing and are excluded from normal groups?
But if that's the case, doesn't it mean that all of my decisions since I stepped into the Broken Mountains have actually been in the eyes of the Overlord?

And Skeeter!
Annan was horrified to think that Deputy Captain Skeeter's mission was to recruit the overlord, and he had been missing for several days!

……

Wow – Wow –

Deep in the dark dungeon, Skeeter, whose limbs were firmly fixed to the wall with iron chains as thick as bowls, raised his head at the sound of footsteps.

The firelight that penetrated into the cell revealed a huge silhouette half in shadow walking towards him from outside the cell.

"Your hands are stretched too far..."

The gruff voice echoed in the dungeon.

"I should be the one saying this." Skeeter stared at the outline outside through his hair. "Who would have thought that the wanderers wandering in the Broken Mountains have been working for the Overlord?"

Skeeter had never expected that the wanderers who had agreed to follow him had a potion that could actually stun the great swordsman.

As the outline stood still, Lord Raymond's face appeared completely in the firelight.

“I appreciate talent.”

Lord Raymond personally invited: "Leave the Osculus Mercenary Group, and you will have a better future."

Skeeter sneered: "I dare to surrender, do you dare to use me?"

"Why don't you dare?"

Lord Raymond waved his hand, and the guards standing in the shadows behind him opened the cell door and handed him a piece of parchment that exuded a disgusting devilish smell.

"Sign it and you'll be let out."

Skeeter's heart sank as he looked at the parchment with devilish cursive writing on it.

He could ask Captain Ryan to find a way to resolve other contracts, but as for the Devil's Contract... after breaking the contract, the soul would no longer belong to oneself.

"I'll need to think about it for a few days."

"Hehehe..."

Lord Raymond outside the door let out a low laugh.

"I will not wait for you too long, for your companion and employer will soon be buried here forever."

(End of this chapter)