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Chapter 1705, Section 338: Annan Coaxes the Old Lady

Annan hadn't been happy for long when he suddenly exclaimed in alarm, "Oh no, my commercial street!"

Oulin calmly turned her head to look at him: "Did your commercial street evade taxes?"

"Absolutely impossible."

"Did your assets come from illegal activities?"

"It doesn't even exist."

"Are your people colluding with the forces of chaos?"

Annan's tone was less assertive: "Does cooperating with the ratmen count?"

"Calculate."

"That's it!"

“Then there’s no need to worry,” O’Lin said, contradicting Annan’s statement.

"Are you being sarcastic? Because we're finished, there's nothing to worry about. The Inquisition can easily suppress me, or even hang me, just by focusing on my cooperation with the ratmen."

It can only be said that the Annan authorities were blinded by their own ignorance, forgetting that there was a lump of mud standing between their legs, and suddenly felt that Montreal was fraught with danger, with resentful and malevolent forces lurking in the shadows of the streets.

As Annan, on the verge of panicking, threw out the crystal and fled back to Free City, Olin spoke up: "What do you imagine the Inquisition to be? They are just ruthless, absolute order-seekers, not chaotic figures who abuse power."

“You make it sound like the court is a righteous institution…” Annan remained tense, not daring to relax even for a moment.

“Isn’t that right?” Oulin retorted.

"You mean the just court is going to hang the loyal soldiers who suffered heavy losses?"

After a few seconds of silence, Olin replied, "I don't know what exactly happened to Blackwatch, but I do know that the Inquisition wouldn't make baseless accusations."

Annan's heart sank. Even Olin, who was closer to him and knew more information, was having a hard time making a decision. The Imperials would definitely be more willing to stand on the side of the Inquisition.

Who made Blackwatch suffer such a crushing defeat...? Since the Empire fell to Middle-earth, it has never suffered such heavy losses.

But since the court is not acting as the villain, perhaps we don't need to worry so much?

Annan felt that it was unlikely that Oulin was lying to him, so he took a deep breath and removed his hand from the crystal.

Now that things have come to this, it would be too shameful to slink back. Didn't he come here to save people?
"Sister Oulin..."

Oulin's tone was stiff: "Don't call me that."

“Okay, Oulin, how am I supposed to deal with them?” Annan thought to himself, if you don’t like them, there are plenty of other people who do.

"The courtroom only follows order and rules; that's your only loophole."

"Is it too late to memorize the Imperial Law now?"

O'Leon was a knight, and perseverance was a lifelong principle for her, so she would only answer Annan: "It's always better to do it today than tomorrow."

"Did our ancestors possess the magic to make bread that could imprint words on it and automatically impart knowledge upon consumption?"

Ou Lin ignored Anan's delusions and surveyed the street with her eyes.

Annan's arrival has been noticed by many with ulterior motives. Among them are goodwill, malice, and those who are simply looking forward to a good show.

Those with good intentions are not necessarily on Blackwatch's side, and those with malice may not necessarily want to see Blackwatch executed. All intentions are stirred up by the surging waves, and in the midst of this chaotic situation, Annan will inevitably be pushed to the forefront...

"Don't become someone's puppet," she said in a barely audible voice.

"What?" Oulin didn't repeat herself or explain, silently swaying her hips with the warhorse.

Annan asked the question subconsciously, but he actually heard what Oulin said.

Even without her reminder, Annan was already prepared. The situation in the empire was turbulent and unpredictable; it was impossible for him to break in at this time without being drawn into the vortex.

He wasn't afraid of underhanded tactics, only of overt resistance, such as from the courtroom...

"You say the Inquisition is good, and Blackwatch is good, so how come they're fighting like dogs, how come they're turning on their own comrades? Could it be..."

"Here we are."

O'Lin's words interrupted Annan. Unbeknownst to them, they had already left the Montreal Hills and arrived at the suburban estate.

"Young Master Annan, you've arrived!" the head maid said happily. "The matriarch was just talking about you."

"Where is our ancestor? I can't wait to give her a big hug!"

"She's in the kitchen right now. As soon as she knew you were coming, the old lady went to keep an eye on the cook and prepare your favorite food."

Annan followed the head maid down the winding corridor to the kitchen. At the door, he dropped the "I'm so ruthless" expression he had worn in Montreal and put on a rather憨厚 (honest and simple) smile.

"Grandma, I've missed you so much!"

The moment he stepped into the kitchen, he saw the blonde old woman in the wheelchair. Annan quickly walked over, bent down, and hugged his ancestor.

Annam respects the elderly and cherishes the young, and such a legendary and great ancestor deserves the utmost respect.

“My little Anan, I missed you too.” The old ancestor’s glasses were knocked askew by Anan, but he wasn’t annoyed. He patted Anan’s back with a smile. “Why did you run in here? You could have just waited for me in the living room.”

“If you can be in the kitchen, why can’t I?” Anan released his ancestor and rolled up his sleeves as he spoke. “I’ll help too, so that my ancestor can taste my cooking.”

"My little Anan can even cook!"

"Who told me I'm just a minor lord, I have to do everything myself?"

"You little rascal."

Who would believe that Anan would cook for himself? But the old man was easily swayed by this and became very close to Anan, making Oulin, who stood to the side like a long spear, seem like an outsider.

However, Annan was not lying; he had indeed specially learned a dish before coming: the mushroom cream soup that his ancestors loved most.

He was still worrying about how to find an opportunity to show it to his ancestors, but unexpectedly, this opportunity came.

That evening, a joyous dinner was enjoyed at the manor, with the matriarch even drinking an extra bowl of soup. The head maid remarked that she hadn't been this happy even when the matriarch killed the legendary one-eyed silver dragon that had fallen into chaos.

Everyone loves Annam, and generally speaking, people of the opposite sex and the elderly love it even more.

The children, however, didn't like Annan as much. They preferred the mud, ants, cats, mice, and Cathy, who were closer to them, to the lofty and unattainable "Great Annan Reeves."

The relationship between Annam and his ancestor was also puzzled by many imperial nobles. Annam was a legend among legends, a legendary ruler. Why would he treat a country bumpkin from the north differently?

They tried to come up with conspiracy theories, trying to figure out where they went wrong, but they couldn't come up with anything no matter how hard they tried.

Oulin couldn't figure it out either, so she simply stopped thinking about it. Knowing that her ancestor liked Annam was enough for her.

Looking at the old ancestor whose wrinkles hadn't disappeared all night from smiling, Annan suddenly turned to complain to Oulin: "You too, you're too lax with the old ancestor."

Her thoughts shattered, Oulin raised her head, her usually expressionless face showing a rare hint of bewilderment.

(End of this chapter)