Alien world

Chapter 1467 Chapter 101. Liberty City is like home

Dozens of minutes later, the rat-men priests counted out tens of thousands of rat-men and claimed that they met the requirements.

Annan didn't bother to investigate how many idiots there were who couldn't even count... Oh, that's too hurtful to the rats, it should be said that they were slave rats who couldn't even count.

Annan asked the city to send staff to register the votes.

When the eldest sister Itilia found out, she sent people to buy bread from all over the city and distributed it, which happened to be the same idea as Annan.

There is no need to send out millions of rats, and we cannot afford to send them out, but it is necessary to select and win over the relatively smart rat people.

It only took a few minutes to count the votes of tens of thousands of ratmen, but the distribution of bread lasted until late at night - after all, given the orderliness of the ratmen, asking them to line up obediently was like asking a red dragon to remain indifferent to the treasure in front of it.

"Now that the voting issue is resolved, let's talk about the fact that you guys actually dug a hole in my territory."

Annan's voice grew deeper, and he stared calmly at the rat-man priest.

"It's not your territory." said the rat priest.

It said that the cave was located in the territory of the Principality of Montablerock. Lilith's phantom went to the cave to check it out and found that it was indeed located outside the Gem Bay.

"What about underground?"

I don’t know what the ratman elders and priests said, but it actually allowed Annan’s party to go in and check.

Lilith went back again and said that there were no signs of excavation in Liberty City, but the Principality of Montamblelock was riddled with holes.

Stuen the Ratman has such clean hands and feet that he hardly looks like a Ratman.

It seems that they are very satisfied with the cooperation with Annan. They didn't even do anything. It's just...

Annan said tactfully that the Principality of Montamblelock was an ally of the Free City. Wouldn't it be a bit bad for the Stoon ratmen to dig under their feet?
“We’re not going to land.”

"Have you built a hive underground?" Annan suddenly asked.

The rat-man priest fell silent again.

Well, actually they are not that clean, after all, they build their nests next door to theirs.

Ultimately, this was a matter between the Stuhn Ratmen and Archduke Girardi, and Annan could only advise them not to fight and to resolve their differences through conversation.

After voting and feeding, the rat people returned to where they came from. The rat priest refused Annan's invitation to be his guest and went back to the burrow with the reluctant black rat.

Leaving Lilith to watch them, Annan returned to Liberty City and informed the whole city that it was just a misunderstanding and all legions should lift their alert.

Liberty City returned to its usual bustle, except that there was more talk of ratmen in the street taverns.

"I thought you would firmly reject them." Olmedo and Annan said after returning to the City Lord's Mansion. They didn't expect that they would still count the votes for them.

"Because even if we tell them that the voting deadline has passed, they will just think it is a conspiracy of cunning humans. It is better to relax the conditions for them." Annan said indifferently.

"That rat player won't make it into the top 100 anyway."

Tens of thousands more votes only moved it from 990th to 980th.

There is a week between the elimination round and the promotion round. In addition to giving the audience a break and avoiding aesthetic fatigue, it also allows the contestants to select and rehearse their own repertoire.

Newbies like Ruth, who has only been learning for less than a month, should seize the time to practice.

The top 500 contestants all received more than million votes. Some of them have extraordinary singing skills, such as Bailey Knight and Siren. Some of them have incomparable popularity, such as Dragon and Ruth. Some of them are eye-catching, such as Orc Hama and Necromancer Alsir.

In order to present a perfect stage effect and give the neighboring art capital a small commercial shock, Annan also cooperated with Silver City and borrowed a large number of theater musicians and singers just to accompany and play with the contestants.

Later that day, as expected, Archduke Girardi came to the door. "Dear Annan Reeves, you must help me!" As soon as Archduke Girardi saw Annan, he cried and wanted to hug Annan's thighs, but was stopped by Losey.

Olmedo inexplicably felt that this scene was very familiar.

"If you have anything to say, you can talk to my deputy city lord..."

Annan did not want to talk about this matter so as not to hurt his allies.

"No, let me tell you! Are you going to abandon your allied brothers?" But Grand Duke Girardi refused to give in.

Annan had no choice but to get straight to the point: "Girardi, you should know that my friendship with the Stoon clan is no less than yours. Our cooperation also makes us half allies. I can't fight them for you, nor can I fight you for them. So the only thing Liberty City can do is to persuade you to make peace."

"Go and persuade them!"

"I've said it before. If they don't listen, there's nothing I can do." Annan spread his hands. "For the sake of our allies, my advice to you is that the Stoon clan is cunning and treacherous. The weaker you are, the more they will push their advantage. So you must be determined to fight them head-on."

"Fight head-on...will you support me?"

Annan thought about it and gave Grand Duke Girardi a hope: If the ratmen invade you, Liberty City will not stand idly by.

"Then now..."

"I've said before that we can't fight each other for each other's sake. You are the leader of the principality, don't you have any idea of ​​a solution?"

Archduke Girardi nodded quickly: "I thought of it, I brought my luggage with me."

"What do you mean?" Annan had an ominous premonition.

"It's fine as long as I live in Liberty City!"

Annan was silent, and Olmedo beside him also held his forehead.

"What about your people?"

Archduke Girardi laughed: "Aren't you still here?"

To be honest, Annan misses the Mad Dog Duke a little.

That guy may be crazy, but he really regards the principality as his own personal property, and will fight anyone who dares to touch it. Unlike Girardi, who got the principality for free and really doesn't cherish it at all.

If the Mad Dog Duke hasn't been tortured to death in hell, he would be so angry that he would lose his soul to death when he heard the news... Oh, by the way, you can let Claire take this news to him and make him angry to death.

In peacetime, it would be a blessing for the Free City to have such a weak neighbor - but the war in the north could start at any time. The Principality of Montablelock was a buffer for the Free City. If they collapsed at any time, or fought with the ratmen, it would be a headache for Annan.

Annan couldn't drive Girardi away, and could only watch him happily go looking for a place to live.

The embassy was occupied by the Church of Fortune, but Girardi, who lived in Liberty City for half a year, didn't care at all. He skillfully ran to the Cape Hotel and booked the attic.

"How could there be such an irresponsible lord..."

Annan couldn't help shaking his head as he watched the motorcade carrying Girardi's salute drive off the street.

The enemy hadn't arrived yet. He just stood at the border and shouted a few times, and then he fled with his wealth, abandoning his people...

"Do you see your shadow in him?"

"Olmedo, what do you mean!"

(End of this chapter)