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Chapter 1704, Section 337: The Imperial Court of Judgment

Wearing a cloak and concealing himself, Annan left the square with the crowd without alerting anyone, heading towards Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

"Mother!"

Not far away, in front of a carriage bearing the family crest, Xianna was jumping and skipping like a young girl, brimming with energy.

Lady Germain wore a luxurious silk gown, with her maid carrying shopping bags full of items behind her.

"Wow, you bought so much stuff! Did you see Annan?"

Lady Germain approached the carriage, reached out to her daughter to help her into it, and said, "I'm going on business, not to play in Liberty City."

"Seeing Annam is the important matter. Liberty City's business is doing so well; we can buy a few shops and sell things there too..."

Mrs. Germain pursed her lips slightly, thinking that her daughter had come up with a good idea, and with a shop, she would have an excuse to go to Liberty City, and even to see Annan...

"Then next time." She gently squeezed her legs together.

"All right……"

Cynthically, Senna rummaged through the shopping bags the servant had placed there. "Mother, you bought so many things... why is there an old blanket?"

Before Xianna could see clearly, a fragrant breeze swept by, and her mother snatched the old blanket from her hands.

"This is... a gift from an old friend of mine."

"Where did you get a friend in Liberty City..." Sienna muttered, but didn't press for details.

The carriage started moving, carrying Cinna's chattering voice as it slowly left the square.

……

"That's basically the situation, so I have to go to the Montreal Hills and question these incompetent officials, labeling loyal officials as traitors, and tell them what they're really up to!"

Annan spoke at length, filled with righteous indignation, and finally asked Dean Blehim, "You also think the court went too far, right?"

"Uh……"

Why aren't you saying anything?

What could Dean Brahim say? Annan wasn't an Imperial citizen; he could have just said bad things and left. But the Inquisition was one of the few institutions that even the powerful and wealthy feared.

He could only say, "The Inquisition deals with heretics, and everyone, whether royalty or commoners, is subject to their oversight. Blackwatch receives so much attention, yet they were still sentenced. Perhaps the situation isn't so simple..."

"Doesn't this just show that there is a risk of abuse of power in the courtroom?"

Compared to Blackwatch, Annan had no reason to trust the Inquisition, with whom he had never dealt before.

Blackwatch was personally rescued by Annan from the far north. Of the five thousand who died, only a little over a hundred remained. If it was just a tragic scene, what was the point?
Even if the survivors are corrupted by chaos, who are they putting on a show for with their death march in the far north?
You see, finding the Blackwatch was purely by chance. If he had arrived an hour later, the soldiers who went out to call for help would have been captured by the Skaven. If he had arrived a day later, Albek and his men would have frozen to death in the canyon.

Annan couldn't find any reason why they betrayed the Empire and sided with the culprit, the Chaos forces, unless...

Unless the attack on Blackwatch is related to the Empire!
Annan gasped, "Hiss! The Empire is about to betray us?!"

No, only Martin would think that way. Without sufficient evidence, all speculation is baseless conjecture.

After bidding farewell to Dean Brycim, Annan headed to the teleportation plaza leading directly to Montreal Hill.

Standing before the portal, Annan put on a stern face, trying to appear cold and ruthless.

He went to question the court, not to go sightseeing.

This is not just a matter for the courts, or for the Empire, but also for Free City.

Liberty City painstakingly brought Blackwatch back from the far north, and your Inquisition casually calls me a "traitor," and all my glory and benefits are gone, leaving me to suffer cold stares and ridicule?
This isn't just slapping Liberty City in the face, it's slapping themselves in the backside!
Regardless, even if Blackwatch really did betray us... it's because there are bad guys in the Montreal mountains!
After an unbearable, nauseating, and dizzying sensation, Annan appeared in the Montreal Mountains.

Unlike the humid sea breeze of Free City, a warm and dry breeze caressed his face as Annam once again arrived at the heart of the Empire, which could also be considered the center of Middle-earth.

However, this time, Annan will most likely appear as a "villain." The protocol officials waiting near the portal immediately spotted Annan and approached him.

"Lord Annan Reeves, the Ministry of Ceremonies welcomes you on behalf of the Empire." The official from the Ministry of Ceremonies had a subtle expression on his face, a contradictory feeling of wanting to show enthusiasm and closeness, yet deliberately distancing himself due to some kind of fear.

Others might not have noticed, but Annan did.

"Thank you."

After exchanging a few simple pleasantries, Annan looked away, nodded to the business manager who had come to pick him up, and then his dark eyes fell on Oulin, who was standing to the side.

"I'll pick you up."

"Is the situation really that serious?"

Annan could tell that Oulin hadn't come on her way, but had come specifically to pick him up: "Does the Tribunal dare to arrest me in front of the Ministry of Ceremonies?"

"cough……"

"Hard to say."

"Cough cough cough..."

The protocol officer kept coughing and felt a chill on his neck.

O'Lin looked away from Annan: "Tell Minister O'Lin that I've taken Annan Reeves away."

"Yes, Commander Oulin."

The officials from the protocol department remained where they were, but the person in charge of the commercial street tried to follow, only to be blocked by Oulin's men.

"You go back first, I'm going to see the ancestors."

"Yes, Your Excellency Annan."

We boarded a carriage bearing the coat of arms of the most prestigious Montreal Golden Family in the empire and headed down the mountain.

Olin, riding her warhorse alongside the carriage, said, "You shouldn't have come at this time."

"Why do you say that?" Anan's head popped out from behind the car window.

"You can't stop the court; you might just get yourself involved."

"They dare?"

"Why wouldn't we dare? The court only has eyes for the enemy."

"I am not an enemy of the empire."

"Those that block Imperial Road also count."

"I didn't block the empire's path."

"Your opinion doesn't count, my opinion doesn't count, only theirs counts."

"This is too idealistic... It's alright, as long as our ancestor steps forward, everything will be alright."

Oulin paused, clearly the court really didn't dare to offend the ancestor, what was the difference between that and suspecting the emperor of treason?
O'Lin didn't expect Annan to talk about relying on his ancestors so confidently—whose surname is Montreal, yours or mine?
Annan, on the other hand, was immersed in a sense of fearlessness because he had powerful backers.

If the court dares to confront them, their ancestors will show them what a formidable woman is like, the most talented woman of the Montreal Golden Family in modern times.

An epic at twenty-five, a legend at thirty, and before fifty he had slain several divine abominations and a demigod. Had his actions not been so "imperial" that they aroused the jealousy of the gods and earned him their curse, his ancestor would have become another human god before he turned one hundred.

Not a weak deity like the God of Nobility, but a powerful deity like the Goddess of Magic.

(End of this chapter)