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Chapter 1707, Page 340: Have a Sweet Dream
"Fame is useless to me."

Now that we've come this far, Annan decided to bring up the more important matter that he planned to discuss tomorrow: "So, I have reservations about the idea that Blackwatch was negligent, but to say that they colluded with Chaos... is absolutely impossible!"

“They are heroes of the Empire. I cannot stand by and watch them not die at the hands of Chaos, but be killed by their own people. That’s why I’m here to conduct a major investigation into the Empire!”

"Did I do the right thing, ancestor?"

What else could our ancestors say but to compromise? "I support Annam, and outsiders laugh at us as barbarians. We can't admit it ourselves."

With their ancestors as their backing, Annam felt much more confident and went around behind their ancestors to push the wheelchair.

When Oulin saw that Anan had taken over her job, she didn't say anything and let Anan take the old ancestor back to the bedroom to rest.

"Please get some rest."

"I know, little Anan, sweet dreams to you too."

After witnessing the head maid escort the old lady back and then come out again, he pointed to the door of the next room and asked, "Is this Oulin's room?"

“Young Master Annan, this is the servants’ rest room.”

"Where is Oulin's room?"

“Uh, Master Annan, Miss Oulin lives downstairs…” The head maid’s expression was strange, but she still told the truth.

"I don't mean anything by it, I just want to be closer to our ancestors. I'll sleep here tonight!" he said, pointing to the servants' rest room next door.

"That won't do, the lounge is too small..."

"It's okay, it's safer to sleep in a smaller space. I've slept in haystacks and attics when I was down on my luck..."

"Then I'll go change your bedding. Young Master Annan, please wait a moment." The head maid walked away.

Annan pushed open the door to the lounge. It was a bit cramped, but much more spacious than Potter's stairwell, and he was quite satisfied. Remembering that Olin seemed to have something to say, he went back downstairs and, sure enough, saw Olin standing by the living room window.

"You're so busy, why don't you get some rest earlier?"

"I have some questions for you. Are you planning to get involved in Blackwatch?"

"Yes, didn't the letter say so?"

Annan walked to the side and noticed that Olin and Gema were about the same height, which was unpleasant.

"It's not that simple."

“I only realized it when I got to Montreal Hills,” Annan sighed. “I was originally planning to take the old man out for a stroll…”

Oulin frowned, about to speak, when Annan continued, "However, after listening to what you said, it seems easy to go too far and be seen by other forces as the ancestor taking sides."

Oulin's brows relaxed: "You know that's good. The ancestor can handle small matters without his intervention, but when it comes to the court, his statement will only escalate the situation."

"If you want to take the old man out for a walk, you can go somewhere else, as long as it's not in the Montreal Mountains."

“Forget it, let’s wait until we’ve resolved this,” Annan said, glancing at her sideways. “If you don’t want to take care of the old ancestor, I’ll take him to Freedom City.”

O'Lin sneered: "Your last name is Montreal?"

"It's not impossible."

In extreme cases, Annan even considered becoming a rat man, let alone clinging to the Golden Family, a powerful and chivalrous force.

"You don't want your family anymore?"

"Family is not such an inconvenient thing. I think my eldest and second sisters will understand me."

Seeing that Annan was talking nonsense again, Oulin shook her head and walked away, pausing at the door.

"I'll go to town with you tomorrow."

Late at night, Annan meditated in the cleaned lounge. In the ancestral bedroom next door, Oulin, now dressed in casual clothes, sat in front of the dressing table and talked with the ancestral master.

A painting hangs on the bedroom wall, depicting my ancestor in her youth. Her brilliant blonde hair dances like fire, and her youthful face is beautiful, radiant, and dazzling. Although the painting is static, it feels as if the person in it is in motion.

Oulin came to tell the old ancestor about their previous conversation, worried that Annan's overtures were too obvious and would offend the old ancestor. In reality, she was overthinking it; how could the old ancestor not know Annan's intentions?

"Don't worry, little Annan is smarter than you. He knows who he can mess with and who he can't."

Oulin was still somewhat unconvinced, but then she suddenly remembered that Annan was no longer the down-and-out little lord he once was. Now he was someone that his elders repeatedly mentioned and even looked at with respect.

But it's okay, as long as you coax the old lady for one day, you have to call me Sister Oulin for one day.

……

After the rare excitement, the manor returned to silence late at night.

In the dead of night, in the stable, two grooms were squatting in front of a blue reconnaissance airship, deep in thought.

One of them pushed forward the feeding trough filled with beans and wheat, and said sadly, "Why isn't it eating?"

"Aren't you hungry?" another coachman asked.

"But it can't just stay silent... Doesn't it eat these things?"

"Why would Miss Oulin put it in the stable if she doesn't want to eat it?"

"Miss Oulin must have her reasons for doing this..."

……

Those living atop Montreal Mountain greet the dawn a few minutes earlier than those at the foot of the mountain, but they don't need to get up as early as those below.

Annan got up early, feeling refreshed and energized. Sleeping in bed was indeed more comfortable than sleeping in a recliner.

As expected of our ancestor, he comes with the effect of the Otherworld Tree, so the Demon Lord can't affect him at all.

That's right, Annan slept next to the ancestor in order to test whether the ancestor was more powerful or the Demon Lord was more powerful.

Clearly, our ancestors were superior—though this comparison is not fair.

After breakfast, Annan bid farewell to the old ancestor and went out with Oulin.

"Where are you going?"

Under Oulin's gaze, Annan chose to go to the commercial street first.

The atmosphere on Montreal Hills is not usually solemn, and there is no curfew except for major holidays or events—clearly, the unrest of the past month is a "major event," so Liberty Street is less crowded than Liberty City, and even less so than Soldovski.

Annan didn't care about that. He stood in the center of Liberty Street, looking up at the landmark building, the Moonlight Opera House.

After the North was destroyed, the Moonlight Opera House became a repository of his memories.

At that time, he was not only a lord without territory, but also a minor warlock who was not even an elite. He could only go to Seltorvis to find a way out, but he really overcame all obstacles, defeated all the academies, and won the title of champion warlock.

Perhaps decades from now, a writer or bard will compile his story into a book called "My Struggle".

"I should go now. If you need anything, have someone go to the Knights to find me. You know where they are."

After delivering Annam, Oulin didn't even dismount, but instead took the reins.

"Aren't you coming with me?" Annan asked in surprise.

"you need to?"

"need."

Oulin shook her head: "I have my own things to do."

"Then why did you ask me if I needed it?" Annan said irritably.

"Do you need me to pick you up tonight?" Oulin asked again.

"If you come to pick me up, then you'll need to."

(End of this chapter)