Alien world

Chapter 1697, Section 330: King of the North
He pulled over a tall, handsome young man: "This is my son, Kim..."

"Why are you introducing your stupid son? Do you think I won't scold you in front of him?"

"hey-hey……"

Jin was overjoyed to see his father, who was the absolute authority in the family, being lectured by the head of the household as if he were being scolded himself.

The old patriarch looked like he couldn't bear to watch, but he still chased after the old man and cursed him as he had a few years ago: "You Amorians should just stay in the south and not cause any trouble by coming back here."

The head of the Amoria family said solemnly, "We were forced to leave, but if there is hope, who wouldn't want to come back? Benitez is no exception..."

When the Benitez family, who had met with an accident on the road, were mentioned, they all fell silent.

The old patriarch snorted coldly: "Hmph, Little Annam has already sent people to investigate. Whoever dares to attack the King of the North must not be forgiven!"

"The Amoria family will also help."

The King of the North is in decline. If they do not unite, in a few hundred years they will truly only exist in the stories of bards or in magical images.

“That’s not enough. Annan needs help. Your family should move to Free City as well.”

“This…” The head of the Amoria family hesitated.

Of the six kings present, three were from Annam, apart from the Reeves family, and two of them had even joined Liberty City.

If he joins, Annam will have effectively incorporated half of the Northern Kings... This has never happened before in history.

"What about the Diatra family?" The decision was crucial, and the head of the Amoria family was unable to make a choice immediately.

The old patriarch had guessed that the Amoriah boy would say that, so he called over Gemar: "I'm planning to have all the families of the King of the North move to Free City. Do you and the Amoriah family want to join?"

“You’re asking me?” Gemar stood there, stunned.

"No, I'm talking to the table behind you. Could you please move aside a bit?" The old patriarch's voice grew louder and louder, drawing surprised glances from many of the guests at the banquet.

Gema felt a chill run down her spine.

If it's a collaboration, he can make the decision himself.

But just like Chief Amoria, this wasn't something that could be decided in a short time, especially since Gemar had only been the head of the family for less than a week. He couldn't very well have his father appoint him as the head of the family, and then return a week later saying, "Father, I've made my decision. I'll lead the family to join Free City, and there will be no more King Diatra."

"Can't we form an alliance?"

"And then continue to do your own thing, getting picked off one by one like Benitez? Don't think I don't know you're afraid of losing your autonomy..." The old patriarch sneered, saying things that Annan couldn't bring himself to say: "As if you have any now!"

“Annan is too soft-hearted. If the Reeves family had a more ambitious king, you would have no choice but to stay, whether you want to or not!”

"what are you guys saying?"

Annan, accompanied by Faro and his staff member Peterson, approached and asked curiously.

Peterson, an aide, looked distressed. The money he had earned by abusing his position had been confiscated by the Treasury Department, and the culprit was still nowhere to be found.

Gemar and the head of the Amoria family also looked worried, seemingly being reprimanded by their ancestral master.

"I suggested they stay in Liberty City, but these kids each had their own agendas, making excuses and only wanting the benefits without taking any risks, cough—"

The old patriarch was about to spit out a mouthful of disdain when An Nan coughed lightly to stop him. An Nan was now the only one who could order the old patriarch around, and he swallowed back his words with a "gulp" as he glared at the two of them.

"It would be better to let him vomit on the carpet..." Annan thought worriedly.

Seeing the troubled expressions on the faces of Gemar and the head of the Amoria family, Annan understood and smiled slightly: "I can understand their concerns. Trust takes time to build. There is a proverb in Middle-earth that says, 'The Free City wasn't built in a day.'"

Annam was indeed envious of the King of the North's resources. Putting aside everything else, each family possessed at least one epic item, which would significantly boost the top-tier combat power of Free City, preventing a situation like what happened in Commercial Street where there was no one available.

However, we cannot rush things. The Kings of the North are not puppets; they have their own opinions. Forcing a merger will only result in a situation like the "factions" of the past, where superficial prosperity masks underlying cracks.

On the other hand, if I actually manage to do that, what will I be called then?
King of the North?

The old patriarch had a sour face, but he said to Gema and the head of the Amoria family: "Did you hear that? Annan is generous enough to give you a chance, yet you're still thinking about those dirty and shameful things."

The patriarch of the Amoria family smiled bitterly: "So he is the world-renowned champion warlock, while we are nothing but stray dogs."

“The Lawrence family is not like that!” The old patriarch distanced himself, put on a stern face, and said to Annan, “I’ve decided that from today onwards, the Lawrence family will join Freedom City!”

“I’m fine with it, but the order in Liberty City is quite different from the outside. There are no nobles, and the higher your status, the greater your responsibility.”

"You think I can't handle hardship, huh?" The old patriarch didn't care what Annan said. "The young people in the clan are in your hands. Treat them like livestock!"

Brino Janna chimed in, "You're going to fight your way back to the North? My people will join us after they give birth!"

“There’s no intention to march back to the North…” Annan reassured Brino Gana that she could focus on developing her family.

Faro then jumped in and said, "I'm willing to help too!"

“You…” Annan hesitated, unable to finish his sentence.

Now that he's the only one left in the Barros family, it's not impossible for him to help, but he has to have 100 sons first, and then each of those 100 sons has 100 sons. Only then will the Barros family be qualified to get involved.

Staff officer Peterson immediately understood what his boss meant: "Mr. Faroo, it's not that we don't believe in your beliefs, but war needs practical strength more than spiritual strength."

"No, even a legend will flee if a warrior does not have the determination to reclaim his homeland."

Aide Peterson readily agreed: "That's right, Lord Annan is absolutely right! Spiritual strength is also of paramount importance. Your battlefield is not on the front lines, but in the rear!"

Unwittingly, Annan suddenly realized that he could send Faro and his men to the front lines to comfort the soldiers!

Not only Faro, but also these well-known actors and singers from Liberty City can go to the front lines, gain fame, and boost morale. It's exactly the kind of win-win situation that Annan loves.

But not now. The final battle hasn't even begun yet. We'll save this move for the very last moment.

While the families reminisced, Annan returned to the old bishop, trying to persuade the church to contribute more money...

Why don't you mention Annan...?

"What did I say about him? That he's better than you, more capable than you, or better looking than you!"

The old patriarch's booming voice rang out again.

(End of this chapter)