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Chapter 1710, Section 343: A Failed Attempt
The instructor was no match for him at all. He was sent flying the moment they made contact, crashing heavily against the wall and sliding down, his breastplate dented.

Annan stared in shock at the figure that appeared at the doorway. Who was so bold as to storm the courtroom...?

It was the same priest who stepped forward, standing on the shadowy dividing line outside the courtroom, his face cold: "Insolence! You have ties with the Black Watch, slandered the Inquisition, and attacked its clerics. Your crimes are compounded, and you are suspected of being a heretic!"

Countless magical chains, seemingly tangible, instantly pierced out from the sleeves deep within the classroom, binding the intruder like vines. The once majestic and powerful epic warrior was instantly trapped like a chicken, dragged inside without any power to resist.

Another group of instructors came out of the gate, helped the instructors in their hands back, and took over from them.

The priest did not return with bricks as before, but instead glanced indifferently at Annan, who had been standing in front of the steps for a long time.

"busy?"

"No, I'm from the countryside, I'm just here for tourism."

Annan instantly sobered up, and speaking with a thick northern accent, he turned and crawled back into the carriage, saying, "These steps are really steps."

"Quick, let's go!"

The groom urged the horse on, and they quickly left the courtroom.

As they were about to leave the long street, the coachman finally dared to say, "They're targeting you, Lord Annan!"

"I know."

Annan looked back and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that no black dog had chased after him.

What a coincidence that everything he wanted to do happened right before his eyes. Either the court was putting on a show for him, warning him not to do anything he shouldn't. Or the onlookers were reminding him that this approach wouldn't work.

What other options are there?

Looking at the obsidian gates of the courthouse that still stood tall, Annan left Montreal Hill.

The first day ended without success, but at least it proved that conventional methods were ineffective in the courtroom.

In the evening, Olin returned to the manor sixteen and a half minutes earlier than usual.

She didn't change into her everyday clothes, but instead came to the garden in her light knight's armor and found Annan, who was with the old ancestor.

The old ancestor yawned, squinted, and said, "Old people like to doze off. Go and chat with little Oulin."

"it is good."

It's said to be old age, but it's actually a curse that keeps our ancestors old...

Annan covered the old ancestor with a blanket before getting up and walking toward Oulin, who was waiting outside the garden.

"How is it?" she asked.

Annan sneered: "The courtroom was blocked at the door by me and dared not come out or answer the questions directly. I was too lazy to waste any more words with them, so I came back."

"Didn't you not even go inside the door?"

Clearly, word had spread that Annan had run into trouble in court.

"Just tell me if I'm right or not," Annan said, slightly annoyed that he had been exposed.

O'Lin wasn't there to mock Annan; she calmly said, "Perhaps they're using this method to remind you."

“I could see that too; they told me that the usual methods wouldn’t work.”

"What I mean is, just reminding you that you'll be arrested by the court is enough."

"You really want me to go in and never come out?"

Annan went to salvage Blackwatch, not to get himself involved.

However, what Oulin said wasn't without reason; the premise is that there must be someone who can protect you and help you get out safely.

“If I were to force my way in with the ancestor…” Ou Lin remained silent, only staring coldly at An Nan.

"Just saying."

No wonder everyone doubted him, and he just couldn't live up to their expectations...

O'Lin offered a suggestion: "If you can find the Spider Queen Rose, perhaps there is some chance."

"The problem is, I don't know where they went either."

All he knew was that they had gone to the Abyss, and a month ago news came from the Warp, but there had been no further news.

"I'll think about it again."

There are still twelve days left; there's still time.

……

The next day, the rumors circulating in the Montreal hills reached Annan's ears through O'Leary, mostly mocking his setbacks in court and his hasty retreat.

Annan sneered, thinking he would do nothing and just sit back and enjoy the show.
You like to laugh, right? Then laugh your fill!
"Oulin, do me a favor." Annan asked Oulin to compile a list of those who had made fun of him, so that he could personally visit them later to invite them to discuss the rules for saving Blackwatch.

Aren't you afraid of offending them?

"They all treat me like a joke. If I don't offend them, wouldn't it be a waste of their time to watch me?"

O'Lin recalled the rumors about Annan being petty, and it seemed that the rumors were not unfounded.

"Making too many enemies is unwise; they may not even be enemies."

“I know, but I really can’t think of any way to rescue Blackwatch,” Annan sighed.

Those who tried to rescue Blackwatch through legitimate means by the Imperials must have used countless methods, and the illegitimate ones have also been played out before our eyes.

What was supposed to be a rescue operation has almost turned into an exhaustive search.

Ultimately, the vast empire was like an empress, something that a country boy like Annam could not possibly challenge.

Oulin didn't say anything more, and silently pulled out a list and handed it to Annan.

On the fourth day after arriving in Montreal, Annan returned to the city after a long absence.

Amidst numerous gazes, he did not go to the courthouse, but instead sought out businessmen, dignitaries, officials from various departments, and professors from a wide range of people. It was as if he wanted to raise a group to resist the courthouse, talking to them about how the "courthouse excludes dissidents" or "the courthouse has lost its original purpose." This caused those dignitaries who were approached by Annan to wake up in the middle of the night, wanting to touch their necks to see if their heads were still there.

Some accused Annan of muddying the waters and making things worse. The next day, Annan banged on the gate of his manor and shouted through the crack in the door, "Since you care about me so much, you must also want to save the Blackwatch Legion!"
Someone at the gathering complained that the barbarians from the North were incredibly rude!

Then Annan went to him, saying that he was a barbarian from the North and came to ask the civilized man of the Empire how to rescue the Blackwatch.

The Imperials continued to watch the spectacle, but dared not openly express any negative views of Annan anymore, because Annan had genuinely come to see them.

Some people hate it, some people like it; some people like it, some people hate it.

Many nobles who already had grievances against Annam grew increasingly disgusted with him. They were not afraid of gossip and dared to humiliate Annam if he dared to come.

As Annam traveled around visiting people with an ever-shorter list, his carriage was suddenly stopped by a magnificent carriage that had caught up with him.

"Let's talk." The curtains were drawn back, revealing a silhouette-like profile.

"who are you?"

"Puller Hernandez".

"Let me see..." Annan glanced down first. His name wasn't on the list, but that didn't matter; it was just a matter of filling in a few words.

Seeing that Annan didn't recognize him, the man who called himself Peller Hernandez sneered: "Annan, you've gone too far lately. Apologize to those people you've influenced, and then go back to Liberty City. Montreal Hills isn't a place for trouble."

(End of this chapter)