Alien world

Chapter 1709, Section 342: Colleagues
Like an echo, a murmur arose from the dark shed.

Who is Annan Reeves?

"Who's coming?"

The voice continued, "Annan Reeves is going to save Blackwatch."

Who is Annan Reeves?

Who is Blackwatch?

"Who should save whom?"

The voice concluded, "Do nothing, just observe."

The whispers faded, and the shack returned to silence, still covered in a thick layer of dust, as if the previous scene had never happened.

At this time, Annan was still on his way to the courtroom.

……

Royal Magic Academy, Spellcasting Room.

The boys and girls who once competed with Annan are now adults. The students who had maintained intermittent contact with Annan gathered together to talk about his arrival at Montreal Hill.

"Should we help?"

"Help? That's a courtroom!"

"We can't just watch Annan die..."

“Well said. How can we help?” the brown-skinned youth sighed. “How about we use our necks to smooth out the rough rope so that Annan is more comfortable hanging there?”

"Could we remind Annan not to provoke the Inquisition?"

Do you think he could possibly not know?

After discussing for a long time without any ideas, someone said in frustration, "This won't work, that won't work, are we just going to stand by and do nothing?"

“Mary, isn’t your uncle a monk from the Inquisition…” someone asked the girl leaning against the pillar.

"You mean Uncle will listen to me and let Annam go?" the girl said irritably.

They had no choice but to focus their attention on the blonde girl on the sofa in the middle of the lounge. She was wearing a mage's robe, and her dazzling blonde hair represented her Montreal family bloodline.

The blonde girl said calmly, "Annan has long since left us behind. We also have the help of our ancestors and Sister Oulin. We don't need to cause any trouble."

The lounge was quiet for a while, then a faint voice rang out.

"If we don't cause trouble, how can we expect Annan to remember our kindness?"

……

After climbing a long slope for half an hour, Annan finally approached the courtroom.

The imperial capital is built against a mountain, so looking up from the foot of the mountain, the winding streets and the mist-shrouded peaks, like a divine halo encircling the palaces and gardens, create a breathtaking view reminiscent of Mount Paradise. The Inquisition also amplifies this feature; the majestic, colossal obsidian building clings to the cliff face, adorned with skull carvings, yet it exudes no evil, only a solemn religious aura, resembling a gateway to another dimension.

In a sense, the Inquisition, which takes it upon itself to eradicate the Empire's enemies and heretics, can indeed be regarded as another kind of church, except that it worships not gods, but the Empire.

Annan disliked religion and did not identify with God. This prejudice did not come from past understanding, but from the fact that when he learned that the so-called gods were nothing more than "showing miracles, developing believers, reaping faith, continuing to show miracles, continuing to develop believers, continuing to reap faith..." and no different from lords, the gods were no longer high and mighty in his eyes.

Undeniably, the gods of the continent of Allen are capable of doing things. Even weaker deities like the jackal god and the kobold god will look after their own kind. However, once any action or interest becomes involved, they gradually lose their original intentions.

Your lifelong wish was to eliminate evil from the world, and you worked tirelessly towards this goal. Countless mortals acted on your behalf, punishing the wicked and eliminating evil. Gradually, you built your reputation and gained power, knowing that there was no more evil in the world. Then one day, you discovered that your power was waning. Because there was no sin, mortals no longer believed in you, and your name was gradually forgotten by the world.

Are you really willing to just fade into obscurity?
However, the existence of a state religion, which does not worship specific individuals but focuses on the state, has its merits.

Annan thought that after the Blackwatch incident was resolved, he could send Little Small to study here for a period of time—if the court had no objections.

Turning into the street where the courthouse is located, the street, which was just a moment ago bustling with tourists, suddenly became deserted, as if under martial law.

Because the courthouse is on this street, people in the capital city are reluctant to even pass by it, for fear of being tainted by bad luck.

The carriage carrying Annam stopped in front of the hundreds of black stone steps of the courtroom.

Annan jumped off the carriage, looked up at the towering obsidian building that couldn't even take in the entire courtroom, and after a moment of reflection, looked away and surveyed his surroundings.

The streets were nearly deserted, but countless eyes were watching him.

Let's see just how troublesome the Tribunal is, one that even Oulin has to be careful with...

Just as Anan was about to step onto the steps, a carriage came rushing by, leaving a long rut and stopping not far from him. Then an old man stepped off the carriage, passed in front of Anan, and hurriedly rushed up the steps.

“I am Toan Montreal, His Majesty’s cousin, and I have come to see my nephew.”

Huh, someone beat us to it?
Moreover, he held a prestigious position. Annan was pondering whether to cooperate with this cousin when the black-armored clerics in front of the courtroom directly grabbed the old man. Then, a priest in a long robe stepped forward and coldly said, "You are a family member of the Black Watch Legion, which falls within the scope of the investigation. It is hereby announced that you will be temporarily detained for investigation."

Annam watched as the emperor's uncle was lifted up by the Black Armored Army and dragged into the courtroom.

"This……"

If I had said I was a friend of the Albanians, wouldn't I have been arrested too? Even our ancestors couldn't stop me.
It's okay... He can still use moral blackmail. You, the Judgement, are patriotic, but does that mean Blackwatch isn't?
Just as I was thinking this, a warhorse galloped up and stopped in front of the courtroom.

The tall, armored knight strode up the steps and questioned the Inquisition's instructors: "I want to see the Legion Commander! They have rendered service to the Empire, how could you do this?!"

Then the priest from before came out, without even changing his lines: "You pleaded for the Blackwatch Legion, which falls within the scope of the investigation. It is hereby announced that you will be temporarily detained for investigation."

The knight was also taken inside, and the courtroom suddenly became like a den of demons, devouring one after another those who pleaded for the Blackwatch.

Annan gritted his teeth. Damn it, he couldn't use force to intimidate them, nor could he plead for mercy. Was he supposed to force his way in...?
He looked up at the few black-armored priests in front of the door. Only one priest had shown up after all this time. Perhaps the Inquisition was undefended. He had a summoning crystal and a summoning spell. He might be able to launch a surprise attack on the Inquisition... The advantage was in his hands!
If all else fails, he'll rescue Albek and the others first, and then deal with the court slowly...

The idea had barely formed when a furious roar suddenly erupted down the long street.

"Your court colludes with Chaos to suppress dissent; you are the greatest heretics!"

At first, he was still a hundred meters away, but as soon as he uttered the last word, he had already reached the top of the steps with lightning speed and collided with the instructor at the door.

(End of this chapter)