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Chapter 1696, Page 329: Urging for Update
"No, it'll be our turn soon."

At this moment, the auctioneer announced, "The auction is temporarily suspended. The next part is the open auction. Please check the list to see if there is any information you need or want to know."

Some people got up and left the auction, but more people came in, similarly hiding their faces.

Annan and Ingrid were given a parchment, which contained information about supply and demand.

The commission to "inquire about the situation of the Benitez family in the South" was also written on the parchment.

"I have information about the Blazing Stone."

Soon, someone spoke up and whispered among themselves to those who needed information about the Blazing Stone.

After the first shout, shouts rang out in the auction hall.

“I know about the Benitez family in the South.” A voice called out. Annan looked up at the cloaked man who was turning his head and looking around, and waved him over.

“What do you know?” Ingrid spoke up on his behalf.

"The Benitez family's convoy to Free City was attacked, and at the same time, the family's territory was also attacked." Without any preamble, the cloaked man directly revealed the information.

"Who is the murderer?"

The cloaked man said hoarsely, "I don't know. The local duke is acting as a protector and has no intention of investigating."

Ingrid nodded: "What do you want?"

"I need intelligence on the Blackwatch Legion, in real time."

Ingrid stared intently at the other person for a moment, then looked at Annan.

"They were caught by the court and will be executed at the end of the month," Annan said, adding that the news would appear in the Imperial newspaper in a few days anyway.

“I have no other questions, sir.” The cloaked figure bowed.

"Do you know me?" Annan asked.

The cloaked figure did not straighten up: "You are like the bright moon in the night, a firefly in the forest, so outstanding..."

Annan waved his hand, too lazy to investigate his identity any further.

After he left, a solemn expression appeared on Annan's face. Even the Benitez family had been attacked... The murderer acted too decisively.

They waited a few more minutes at the auction to make sure no one else knew before leaving.

Behind me, the auctioneer's voice came: "The open auction session is over. The auction will resume now. Next up is the second-hand rose..."

Back on the ground, the open view and natural light made Anan breathe a sigh of relief.

"What do you think of the black market's operation?" Ingrid asked for his opinion.

“You’re asking me? I think the black market is almost becoming a dumping ground for the city lord’s stolen goods…” Annan even suspected that the black market auction house was supported by him alone.

"Because you are Annan Reeves, the most famous and popular figure in all of Middle-earth, without exception."

This is a fact. Magical images have been around for five years now, and countless people have made a living from it. Not to mention that they praise Annan as the "God of Magical Images" according to the tradition of the continent of Allen, they have produced tens of thousands of magical images in the past five years. Some are poorly made, some are adaptations of classics, some are not suitable for children, and some are so bad that they would make succubi vomit...

Talented individuals have emerged in great numbers, but none have produced an actor with the far-reaching influence of Annan, let alone an officially recognized "Champion Warlock" title.

He was both the beginning and the peak, a figure who could unite a city-state with his personal charisma and captivate countless bards.

"Stop—"

Annan stopped her from continuing, staring at Ingrid, who was clearly acting strangely: "What exactly are you trying to say?"

"It's been three months since you filmed your last magical video, and two years since you last starred in one,"

This was the real reason why the finance minister brought Annan to the black market to witness such bizarre scenes—to urge him to hurry up and film the ninth magical video.

"With so much money stored in the Ministry of Finance's vaults, why are they in such a hurry to raise more funds?"

Ingrid retorted, "Is there any rich person who makes money by worrying about what to eat tomorrow night?" Annan was speechless and could only say, "Don't worry, I'll write the script when I get back."

He is very confident about his return to the screen.

The original storyline is authentic and faithful to the source material; it would be a disservice to his title as the champion warlock if he didn't make the noble ladies shed some tears.

"By the way, find out how much money Peterson made by abusing his position, and confiscate it all."

Annan could turn a blind eye, but he went too far. Even with both eyes closed, he could still hear the sound!

The worst part is that they didn't give me a single cent!

They parted ways at the crossroads; Ingrid returned to the Treasury, while Annan went to the embassy to tell his father the devastating news.

……

As night falls, the Liberty City banquet hall is illuminated with brilliant lights.

However, the absence of the Benitez family cast a shadow over what should have been a joyous gathering.

Of the twelve kings of the North, only half were eventually summoned... and half of those were already in Free City.

In any case, a gathering is always a good thing. Annan roused himself, put on a smile, and stood in front of the steps to greet each arriving guest.

Soon, the Diatra family members stepped forward, and Annan greeted them one by one.

"You are……"

He looked at the young man who had stopped in front of him, a thoughtful expression on his face: "Gema's brother?"

“I am Gema,” Gema said helplessly.

He realized that Annan enjoyed making fun of him, and since Annan looked no different from five years ago, it made him seem like he was being teased by a much younger "brother"...

"You've grown so much..."

Annan's sigh was not fake.

After changing into her formal attire, Gema's tall figure was fully revealed, and her pretty face, which hadn't changed much from the past, now had more defined features.

Evelyn and Cathy have also changed noticeably. Mr. Victor's face has become more wrinkled and his hair has turned more gray, but because they have been together day and night, it is hard to notice, hence the sigh of "five years have already passed".

Thinking of this, Annan looked down at his mage robe, which almost covered his feet and whose wide sleeves concealed his hands. A few days ago, when Cathy came to compare, her hands were almost up to his eyebrows...

Whose child is this?

"Oh, this is my nephew..."

An untimely conversation drifted over as members of the two families met at the foot of the stairs and chatted familiarly.

Annan consoled himself, "Thirty years on the east bank of the Pranjic, thirty years on the west bank... I'm an immortal being, I'll look the same in a hundred years, but they'll have to visit me in the cemetery in a hundred years, haha..."

Annan's mood worsened.

……

"Old patriarch, I've seen you again."

The old patriarch in the wheelchair raised an eyebrow dismissively: "The Amoria family's boy?"
"It's me. I've missed you so much."

The old patriarch responded with a cold laugh: "Missing me but not coming to see me?"

"It's not that I'm afraid of being scolded by you..."

"Aren't you afraid of getting scolded now?"

The head of the Amoria family could only manage an awkward yet polite smile.

(End of this chapter)