Alien world

Chapter 1553 187. Annan, Princess, Irilanze, Lawn

"My king, this is..."

"I asked Young Master Dumbledore to make this little gadget. Try it out and see if it works."

Fermi looked down at the prosthesis, took it, and put it on the missing elbow tightly.

"The prosthesis has two sets of runes: 'Drive' and 'Energy Storage'. Dumbledore said that its power is at least half of that of a normal person. It will be a little strange at first..."

Before he finished speaking, Annan saw the joints of the prosthetic limb begin to move, and the five fingers also moved in sequence.

"It seems you have mastered it." Annan said with relief.

He thought Fermi would be ecstatic, or have red eyes and be silent like a man.

Instead of suddenly kneeling on one knee in front of him and suddenly swearing: "Great King of Liberty City, Annan Reeves, I am willing to sacrifice my life for you until the last drop of blood is shed. If my soul can still fight, I will fight for you until the end of my soul!"

Thump—thump—

There were also two sounds of kneeling outside the door.

Annan was stunned, then laughed and said, "How can someone fight to death and then continue to fight... If one day you really become a heroic spirit, come back to protect the next generation of Liberty City."

He could understand Fermi's excitement. He had just reached middle age and had not had the chance to start an eventful life, but he had to accept the fact that he was useless.

Annan continued, "This is the first prosthesis, and it's not perfect yet. So if you have any suggestions during use, you can go to Dumbledore and ask them to improve it. With time, maybe we can make a prosthesis that's the same as a normal person's, or even a professional's prosthesis."

"Yes, my king."

"Keep busy. And the two of you, stand up and don't kneel—"

Annan did not stay long and walked out of the house with the sound of talking.

Standing outside the camp, Annan smiled.

The King of Liberty City... He liked this title.

If you dare to be the king of Liberty City today, you will dare to be the Thirteenth High King tomorrow!

Returning to the garden, he walked towards the princess who was quietly sitting under the tree and played with her prosthesis.

The prosthesis is of moderate weight. In order to maintain body balance, Dunbar added some weights to ensure that it was almost the same weight as the real arm.

The surface is painted with paint that is similar to the princess' skin color, and the material is clay - but that doesn't mean it is cheap and fragile. The tempered clay is stronger than ordinary water tanks, and it will only break if you hit it hard with a hammer.

After all, even a healthy arm would be broken if hit.

"Princess, look what I brought you?" Annan grabbed the fake hand and touched her head.

"My other hand?"

As expected of a princess, she learned the common language faster than Annan did, and her mental age is similar to Cathy's.

"That's right, you'll be able to be like a normal person from now on."

Annan asked the princess to stretch out her broken arm. The white broken arm was not smooth, but like a sculpture that had been exposed to the wind and sun for hundreds of years in the wild, full of traces of sharp claws and bites.

With an imperceptible sigh, Annan gently helped the princess put on the prosthesis.

"Try to move around a bit."

The princess lowered her head and stared at the extra right arm for a long time... her index finger suddenly trembled.

As if she had obtained a new toy, the princess patiently moved it one by one, and Annan patiently stayed by her side until she was able to lift it up, wave it, and so on.

"I've got a newbie!"

The princess jumped and danced like a naive girl.

Annan stood aside, with the same gentle smile as her elder sister.

As if she had had enough fun, the princess turned her attention back to Annan and suddenly rushed forward -

Cathy liked to throw herself into Annan's arms and act coquettishly like this, but the princess forgot that she was a head taller than Annan. As a result, the force of her pounce knocked Annan down. The two of them fell into the grass and rolled several times. The crushed grass leaves smeared the grass juice on their bodies.

The princess awkwardly propped herself up, and the girl hanging above her suddenly stopped moving. The sunlight shone through the gaps between the trees in the other world, and the boy lying on the grass. It sprinkled jumping gold fragments on the boy's collar, and the dandelion fluff on his collar was clearly visible. The pair of black eyes that were clearly visible in the sunlight had not only a mysterious and magnificent black color, but also a hint of charming amber.

While the princess was staring at Annan in a daze, Annan was also looking at her.

The tiny beads of sweat gathered on the tip of her nose reflected the rainbow, the sunlight brushed her cheeks, and the tiny hairs turned into translucent golden edges in the backlight.

The princess's eyelashes, which were stained with grass seeds, trembled. The grass seed was like a dewy petal, covering the corner of the boy's stiff lips.

So lovely……

Thinking of this, she suddenly bit Annan's face, ruining the original poetic mood.

"Wait... what are you doing——"

"Sister Cathy said that if you like someone, you should bite her face."

Annan didn't know whether the emphasis was on "sister" or "biting face", but then a loud shout came from not far away, which made his hair stand on end.

"What are you doing!"

The princess stopped biting and looked up with Annan at Irilanze who was looking at them with resentment.

Annan wondered why the Elf Mentor always appeared suddenly at times like this... No, is it possible that she has been secretly observing him...

He was about to explain: "I..."

"Why do not you take me?"

"Uh……"

When Annan's brain stopped working, Irilanze had already taken the light steps of an elf and pounced on him.

The shadow instantly enveloped Annan.

"Do not--"

……

As night falls, street lights start to light up, spreading out from the City Lord's Mansion to the surrounding streets.

The Liberty City was still prosperous at night, as if the impending war and the conflict with the Or Empire had no impact on this city-state.

Annan sat in the lounge and took the industrial zone survey report handed to him by his aide Peterson.

Feeling that Peterson was still staring at him, he didn't even raise his head: "What are you looking at?"

"I am admiring you. Even the night cannot cover up your brilliance!"

"Flattery."

Annan lowered his head and took the initiative to look after his official business, which was rare.

Peterson, the aide, also moved away from the weeds on Annan's head - a smart subordinate should know how to play dumb, and pretend not to see who the boss is rolling on the lawn...

Ignoring basic industrial products such as fast cloth, wheelchairs, and bras, Annan mainly looked at war industrial products such as golems and magic muskets that would come in handy in the next war.

At present, the Golem Factory has a daily production capacity of about 30 golems, but the magic cannons and muskets have been temporarily suspended because the Kingdom of Damon no longer needs them and there are too many overflows and they cannot be digested.

Annan glanced at the six-digit inventory of magic muskets and nearly four-digit inventory of magic cannons. If there was no war, they would be enough for the young men in the city to use for ten years.

He thought for a moment and said, "The Golem Factory will recruit another batch of workers to increase production capacity."

Conscription is unrealistic. Soldiers are not potatoes that can be grown out of the ground.

At times like these, a golem that's as powerful as an elite can come in very handy.

It's just that pitiful duration...

"Give the highest priority to solving the golem energy problem, and let the Mage Tower help Young Master Dumbledore."

(End of this chapter)