Alien world

Chapter 1457 91. Martin's Wisdom

Later, Conch City.

"Good job Ruth!"

"I didn't bring shame to the people of Conch City!"

“That sounds so damn good!”

The crowd in the Theatre Square cheered loudly, as if Ruth could really hear it.

In the chaos, a nosy guy suddenly climbed onto the stage, waved his hands and shouted, "Everyone, look at me!"

The audience's eyes turned to the young man who loved to show off and shouted, "Everyone listen to me! Ruth is from Conch City, we all have to support him, and everyone will go and vote for Ruth!"

"it is good!"

There was a burst of booing from the audience.

The nobles on the second floor just felt bored.

On the second floor at the corner of the street with the best view, the wealthy businessman of Conch City looked down at the common people at the bottom who climbed onto the stage, jumping and dancing with disgust on their faces.

"What a disrespectful pariah..."

The confidant behind him hurriedly asked: "Lord Messis, are you going to drive them away?"

"Go back to the manor now and gather everyone..."

The wealthy businessman Mercedes stared at the unruly pariah and said word by word:

"Vote for Ruth."

The confidant stood there in a daze, not reacting.

"Master Mercedes, aren't we going to vote for Miss Kimberly..."

"Stupid, can't you vote for both?"

"But this child is not ours..."

"Heh, after Ruth returns to Conch City, we can just win him over."

"As expected of your lord!"

The wealthy businessman Mercedes looked sideways: "So you're not going yet?"

"Yes, sir! I'll go inform them right away!"

The henchmen hurried back to the manor, and even called out the cook and the groom. More than two hundred people rushed into the commercial street and drove away the untouchables who were blocking the polling station.

"What are you going to do!"

The civilians did not dare to resist and could only complain.

"What?" The henchman waved his hand, "Vote for Ruth!"

The civilians who thought they were being stopped from voting all stayed there.

Hell, the crooked businessman Mercedes actually voted for a lower-class kid.

Not only did the civilians fail to react, even the servants led by the confidants did not react.

"Why should we vote for him?" his men asked unwisely.

"Idiot, let's help Ruth now, and we can win him over when he returns to Conch City!"

"Boss, you are so smart!"

"You still need to tell me?"

The henchman raised his head and looked around at the civilians standing still: "What are you standing there for? Everyone, vote for me!"

“You didn’t participate in the competition, so how can we vote for you…” A weak murmur came from the crowd.

"I told you to vote for Ruth!"

……

"Next, please welcome contestant No. 655, Volumanis!"

The petite blue-haired girl walked onto the stage and sang a song.

Annan: Nice!
Faro: “I like your pronunciation on some of the lyrics.”

Siren: "Blue Dragon, your singing is too average."

Skeleton King: "There are still some good points. The pronunciations that Faro said are in Dragon language, which is good and novel."

Scarlet Queen: "I once faced off against an ancient dragon..."

In the evening, the fifth day of the elimination round of "Everyone's Singer" ended.

After leaving the arena, Annan put on a cloak and boarded the ship inn.

The boat hotel where most of the contestants gathered was very lively. Some gathered on the deck to watch their respective real-time vote counts, while others practiced in their rooms.

Knock knock—Annan came to the cabin and knocked on the bard’s door.

"How dare you come to me alone."

The bard opened the door and turned back to the wooden chair.

"You dare to come to Liberty City by yourself, why shouldn't I dare to see you?" Annan followed him in.

If the being behind the bard could harm him in front of the Church of Wealth, Skeleton King, Scarlet Queen and others, then he would just surrender.

"Or do you have some unspeakable secret, such as... a conspiracy to overthrow Liberty City?"

Annan thought it was unlikely, but it didn’t cost any money to try, and he might get a pleasant surprise.

However, the bard was very calm, with no excessive expression on his face: "I just came to see how outstanding my old acquaintance is who was praised so highly by His Royal Highness the Prince."

"Aidan?" Annan was stunned. "He's still alive?"

The bard sat down, picked up the lute on the table, and continued his unfinished polishing.

"Do you wish he were still alive?"

"I hope so or not, but I can't decide anything." Annan asked with some complexity: "Where is he?"

"In a place where no one can find it."

"You know, I've never liked the bard."

Annan walked to the window and looked at the Free City at night over the sea, which was a different kind of beauty.

“When I was still in Pinglin Town, the bards performing in the tavern liked to leave suspense at the end of the story. If no one tipped them, they would carry the suspense over to the next day, and then continue to leave the suspense on the second and third days.

"After all, we are not familiar with each other yet, right?" The bard wiped the strings carefully, "Annan Reeves, we can be friends."

"Ok?"

Such familiar words...it seems like I have always said this to others.

"You want to cooperate?" Annan asked directly.

The bard looked up. "What do you think?"

"I reject."

"Don't you have a conflict with the elves? We are on the same side on this point." The bard whispered, and the smell of Annan's usual bewitching attitude became even stronger.

"They just tore up the contract. It hasn't come to the point of life and death." Annan said deliberately.

In fact, the conflict between Liberty City and the elves is greater than imagined. It is no exaggeration to say that it is a life-and-death battle.

It's just that Annan doesn't trust the chaotic sect behind him.

"That's a shame..." the bard muttered to himself.

"It's okay. Liberty City welcomes everyone. Your singing voice is indeed good. But it's my fault. I accidentally let everyone know that you are from the Chaos Sect. The audience may not vote for you."

"I don't care about winning or losing."

……

After getting off the boat, Annan put away the smile he had been maintaining and a look of worry appeared on his face.

The Chaos Camp doesn't speak the truth, but if Prince Aidan really comes back to life...

After returning from hell, he will probably be more extreme than before and cause greater turmoil.

It has been five years since the gods lost contact, but the continent of Allen still maintains superficial stability. At least Wilhelm and Middle-earth are not in chaos.

But the Chaos Cult has already planned to do something, and the Empire is also mobilizing... Is a new chaos about to begin?
Before he knew it, Annan arrived at Aunt Susan's door.

Martin sat on the bench at the door holding his adopted son and looked at Annan who had stopped.

"You seem to have something on your mind."

Annan thought, it’s so obvious, even Martin can see it?
He sat aside: "I just feel a little powerless..."

"Like eating a full stomach and realizing there's still an apple pie left?"

"Roughly the same……"

“Do you have a big butt?”

"what?"

"Aunt Susan always told me to wear pants that fit my butt."

Yes... Liberty City is just a little famous, not even a legend, how can it be qualified to participate in such a world event?

Annan stood up and patted Martin on the shoulder.

"Thanks, cousin."

Martin responded, "You're welcome, cousin."

(End of this chapter)