Alien world

Chapter 1680, Section 313: Agreed
Annan took a deep breath. He just wanted to find out what was in the far north that the Stoan ratmen and demons cared about, and who the frozen woman was... How come things seem to be getting more and more complicated?
However, the eldest sister is right. The King of the North is a disorganized bunch, but as long as we raise the slogan of counterattacking the North, there will always be some Kings of the North who want to wash away their shame.

At least the Lawrence family and the Diatra family, who are located at the northern pass of the Kingdom of Dimon, are willing to help.

"Understood, elder sister. Then please help me contact the other kings of the North."

"it is good."

……

The northern pass, where the battle for control had temporarily ended, returned to its former tranquility—if you don't count the clanging and banging of construction noise.

Grand Marshal Galkin and his kingdom's soldiers have advanced to within a hundred miles, seemingly reaching the stage of a counterattack. However, the main force of the Chaos Alliance is actually on the Empire's side.

They have been forgotten.

After three years of fighting, there were no dissidents left in the Kingdom of Dimon. Everyone was red-eyed and ready to pounce on the enemy and tear a chunk of flesh at any moment.

As reinforcements, with no chance to counterattack, Joan spent her days idly training in the camp, occasionally taking a stroll on the city wall.

The bloody battles where she could die at any moment were like a nightmare, but as they receded into the past, she began to miss them.

Joan, nominally the squad leader, usually oversaw the training of her dozen or so soldiers, practicing breathing techniques, and developed the habit of writing a letter home every week, which Annan would occasionally reply to.

Today was the day to mail a letter, but it was so peaceful that she wrote some thoughts about the sea breeze of Free City, greeted Annam and Princess Blue Dragon, and recorded where Marshal Galkin had advanced to today, before sending it to the Free City caravan.

The caravan brought not only supplies, but also letters from their families back home in the kingdom. Therefore, the warriors were very grateful to Free City—nothing could bring them more joy than receiving a letter from their families while they were fighting a bloody battle.

Some nobles in the kingdom thought that doing so would make the warriors homesick and cowardly, but Annam just replied with a rude remark: "Bullshit."

Nobles are useless; let them insult you. All Annam needs is the affection of the soldiers on the front lines. Because he is an outsider, he won't even incur the fear of the officers.

The arriving caravan was surrounded by soldiers and officers helping them retrieve the mail. Joan squeezed through and asked, "Is there one for me?"

"Let me look, Miss Joan... I don't find your letter."

“Okay.” She knew that Annan didn’t like writing letters, not for any other reason than she was simply too lazy to do so.

"However, there are two letters that I need you to forward."

"I?"

Joan took the letter and discovered that the recipients were House Lawrence and House Diatra, both Kings in the North.

The two families were also considered outsiders, so they were excluded from the counterattack and stayed in their respective camps.

Their camps were next to each other, saving Joan the trouble of going through all that trouble. She took the letter and went to find the old patriarch of the Lawrence family first.

Joan knew the old patriarch, and the old patriarch also knew Joan and even admired her a little—who would dislike a girl who had just turned twenty and given up a comfortable life to come to the battlefield?

"Annan Reeves wants to summon the King in the North to Liberty City for talks?" After reading the letter, the old patriarch asked Joan, "Do you have any more letters?"

“And a letter from the Diatra family,” Joan said. “I’ll go deliver it right away.”

"No need." The old patriarch waved his hand, signaling a servant to call Gema over.

Not long after, Gema, carrying a long sword, strode in.

"Old patriarch, you were looking for me?"

His once handsome face, with age and experience, had become that of a real man; if Annan had seen him, he certainly wouldn't have recognized him.

The old patriarch, Chao Qiong'an, gestured with his chin: "A letter has arrived from Annam."

Gemar frowned subconsciously, then was slapped across the face by the old patriarch: "You still remember that little conflict?"

"Destroying my territory and causing me to lose my right to succession is no small matter..." Gemar ducked to avoid the first blow, but not the second.

"Didn't you go looking for trouble with him first? You're not as skilled as him, yet you have the nerve to hold a grudge! Look at him, Annan Reeves is powerful and influential now, he doesn't need to flaunt that broken title of King of the North to deceive people."

Gema said helplessly, "Old Master, you're too biased." He's been accompanying the Old Master and receiving his teachings all these years, so why does the Old Master favor that guy more?

"So what if I'm biased?" the old patriarch sneered. "Even if you had ten thousand years, you still wouldn't be able to fight your way back to the Northern Border. Hurry up and send the letter to your father!"

"What letter?"

"Annan's letter."

Gemar stood there, stunned, with that annoying expression on his face.

Snapped--

The old patriarch slapped him again.

Strangely enough, the old patriarch was quite old, and with the hidden injuries from his youth, his body was no longer what it used to be, but he still beat Gemar, who was already a level four warrior, as easily as beating his grandson.

"Go quickly!"

"Oh……"

Gema, who had been summoned and scolded, left with the letter.

After Gema left, a solemn expression suddenly appeared on the old patriarch's face as he looked at the letter again.

Besides inviting them to Free City and asking for their help in contacting other Northern Kings they couldn't reach, the letter also included inquiries about the underground ruins of the Snow Mountain Fortress.

"Vivian, you're in charge of the family library. Come and take a look."

The old maid came over, took the letter, glanced at it a few times, and hesitated before saying, "Master, the library probably doesn't have it either."

"No...?"

“Things that should be destroyed will not be kept in the library.”

“It should be destroyed…” The old patriarch’s cloudy eyes lit up. “Go and fetch the patriarch’s notes from my study.”

"Ok."

Without hesitation, the old maid went to the library and, without even looking at it, tossed it to Joan.

“Send it to Annan and tell him that the Lawrence family has agreed to both of his requests.”

……

Next door, after reading the letter, Gema's father, the current head of the Diatra family, also agreed to Annan's summons.

"Why, Father?" Gemar asked, puzzled.

"Haven't you seen the situation yet? If we want to reclaim the North and stop the King of the North from becoming a laughing stock, we thirteen kings must reunite."

"I see clearly now, but the people summoned were from Annam..."

Gemar's father frowned: "You're still not satisfied?"

Gemar sighed and said with a wry smile, "Actually, no, Father. After everything that has happened, my little conflict with Annan Reeves is nothing. It's just that I've heard that guy is greedy, lustful, and vengeful. He probably still remembers the trouble I caused him back then."

“You underestimate Annan Reeves,” Gemma’s father patted his son on the shoulder. “Even if he is as the rumors say, he will still appear generous and magnanimous.”

"You should go to this meeting."

"Me? But I'm not..."

"From this day forward, you are."

Gema stood there, stunned.

(End of this chapter)