Alien world

Chapter 1521 Chapter 155. Flowers played by the Middle-earth people
"Hey, you guys are here too?"

Annan looked surprised as if he had just discovered them.

"We've been here a long time." Iverson said expressionlessly.

"Sorry, I was too into it."

Annan was very calm, because he had never intended to do this, and continued to ask in front of them: "Sister, do you think the reaction of the Or Empire has anything to do with the local wealth church?"

This time it was the Cardinal in Black who was embarrassed.

"The person who went to investigate hasn't come back yet. Without definite news, suspicion is useless..."

Just as the two black cardinals breathed a sigh of relief, Idyllia added, "But perhaps they were pushing us to test us..."

……

Idilia was half right.

As the most widely spread belief among human beings, the believers of the Goddess of Wealth range from kings and ministers to ordinary people.

Many believers are not only believers, but also members of the aristocracy.

Ladies are important, but wealth is also important. In their eyes, the Holy Son who suddenly appeared was equivalent to sucking their blood - the glittering gold was just given to him?

They certainly don't want to take the money, but they can't openly oppose it, so they do something.

Even if Annan Reeves is real, they can still say in a high-sounding manner: You took one path and found the Son of God, and we were not idle either, we were taking another path, so why should you give up?

The other half that I didn't guess correctly was that the reaction of the Or Empire had nothing to do with probing.

The noble believers just tried to find an excuse for not cooperating, but they inexplicably discovered that it didn't take much effort to create a storm...

There are people doing the same thing as them.

As for who it was... the pleasure-seeking nobles thought that Madeline's limelight was stolen, and the two-faced count was very angry and made trouble for the Son of God.

Those who have some understanding of current affairs will recall the conflict between Annan and Duke Kingsley at the Northern Wall.

After a series of operations such as magic newspapers, magic images, and reality shows, Liberty City is no longer the unknown city it was two years ago. Annan Reeves even has a fame that many powerful and ancient kingdoms do not have.

The disadvantage is that fame and ability do not match.

The nobles had an amused attitude, curious about what the champion warlock would do next.

They did not wait for the counterattack from Liberty City, but the new issue of "Voice of Freedom" published something that looked weird, such as "Annan Dream Fund".

No other response? Liberty City gave in?

……

"Tell them to get lost, I don't have time for them."

Annan earns several hundred gold nars a minute, so how can it have the time to play house with the Or Empire?

They can do whatever they want. Even if they announce tomorrow that "anyone who dares to use products made in Liberty City will be hanged on the spot", it has nothing to do with Annan. He just wants to make money now.

It is definitely not because there are no countermeasures.

Once the "Annan Dream Fund" was launched, the people who reacted the fastest were Middle-earth reporters, followed by ordinary people with wild ideas, alchemists who lacked funds, and unappreciated wizards.

The benefit of spending a fortune on horse bones in "The People's Singer" is reflected here: people do not question the authenticity at all, and rush to the City Lord's Mansion as soon as possible, fearing that it will be too late.

After layers of selection, those wild fantasies were screened out, and the remaining relatively reliable "alchemists" stood in front of Annan and others.

Annan, Idelia and Mr. Dumbledore, who had taken some time off, sat in the conference room, waiting for Luo Xi to bring people in.

Annan leaned back slightly, pointed at the list and asked Francois, who was in charge of this matter: "Why was this invention called the "Super Seeder" screened out?" "That's not real seeding."

"What do you mean?"

"He is a follower of the god of fertility."

"I don't think I'm off topic, am I?"

Francois was worried about how to explain it, but Dumbledore didn't look away. It was Idyllia who explained it to him: "The God of Fertility was once just the god of agriculture, but later he was given the responsibility of reproduction."

"Oh, I see. Then this super seed drill..."

Annan had a complicated expression. Some kind of potion that strengthens the properties? It can't be said to be useless...

The fact is that Annan is not extreme enough. The so-called super seeder has nothing to do with potions from the name - it is a machine for collecting essence. When using it, the woman only needs to lie on a tilted operating table, and the injection can be completed in just three seconds.

"God of Order, this is such blasphemy..." Annan's voice trembled, and he couldn't help but sigh: "It's just a trick played by you Middle-earth people."

"cough."

Dumbledore, the only Middle-earth man present, coughed and said, "We Middle-earth people are not like that. This machine should have been inspired by some Zerg."

"Zerg?"

Annan pricked up his ears. The name sounded ominous, like a big trouble like a demon or a rat man...

"That's Gram... they're on the other side of the Wall of Sighs."

Annan had heard a little about the Wall of Sighs, and he suspected that the oath of the bigwigs was related to that place... But these were still far away from him, and the only important thing now was to develop by any means necessary!
click-

The door to the conference hall opened and Losey walked in with the first "inventor".

It has to be said that the wisdom of the masses is endless, and many of their fantastic inventions even left Annan dumbfounded.

For example, a potion can give a person the abilities of an animal, with just one bite.

Annan watched as the inventor in the brown coat drank a bottle of green potion, and then nothing happened.

"Why hasn't it changed?"

"Uh... I forgot to let the animal bite me!" The inventor, who had just come out of the tavern, guiltily took out a glass bottle from his arms, which contained a spider.

He put his hand in, teasing the spider to bite him, then quickly withdrew his hand and drank another bottle of potion.

Annan stood up expectantly without caring about how he first met the Spider Queen in this way.

"Can you learn to spin silk after being bitten by a spider?"

The inventor suddenly dropped to the ground and began to crawl around like a spider.

"What kind of ability is this!"

But then the inventor climbed up the wall and even lay on the ceiling, which made the "spider potion" useful.

"Are the abilities gained random? Spiders can do it, but what about stronger animals and beasts, or even alien races?" Young Master Dumbledore was somewhat interested.

The inventor held his breath and was about to speak, but he lost his grip on the ceiling and fell down.

Losey rushed over to save him, but forgot that he was wearing plate armor, and the blow that fell on him was worse than the blow that fell on the carpeted hall floor, and his head hit the plate armor, knocking him unconscious instantly.

Annan hesitated to speak, and finally waved his hand: "Send him to the hospital, and we can talk about the fund after he wakes up."

There were many people queuing outside the conference hall. When they saw the alchemist who had just entered a few minutes ago being carried out by the guards, many of them began to back out.

Will I still suffer violence if my invention is bad...?
(End of this chapter)