Alien world

Chapter 1717, Chapter 350: Blocking the Door
The officials were rendered speechless by the debate and could only continue to block Annan.

But as Annan rolled up his sleeves, revealing the golden skull bracelet on his wrist, he couldn't even do this small thing.

Minister Eurydice looked at the imperial symbol on Annan's wrist, clearly a gift from his ancestors.

Given how things have turned out, it would have been better to have told Annan the truth from the beginning...

Call it arrogance or rigidity, the court made a mistake.

They had no idea how difficult Annan was, but they couldn't be blamed; even they themselves hadn't expected Annan to go to such lengths for Blackwatch.

Watching Annan's retreating figure, Minister Eurydice spoke up: "Klein."

“Uncle,” the young official replied quickly.

“You follow Annan; wherever he goes, you go.”

Minister Eurydice had just emerged from the Ministry of Ceremonies' dungeon and returned to his study when he was met with a cacophony of complaints from the air.

"Why was he released?"

"You haven't fallen under Annan's spell, have you?"

Minister Eurydice could only manage a wry smile: "We have no choice but to release them; the pressure is too great..."

After he finished speaking, the study was silent for a few seconds.

"Could it be that our ancestors..."

Minister Eurydice nodded.

This distress didn't disappear from Ollie's face; instead, it spread to everyone else.

"Shouldn't our ancestor be unable to distinguish between formalities? Or does she also feel that the court went a bit too far?"

"Otherwise, it couldn't be that she dotes on Annan Reeves, could it?"

What to do? They were preparing to fight to the death, but when they turned around, His Majesty had already surrendered and sided with the enemy.

"Let's just leave it at that. Ultimately, this is a mess caused by the court, and we have no obligation to clean up their mess."

What if Annan Reeves attacks the courthouse?

Minister Eury was so startled by the voice of the Minister of the Military that his hand trembled, and he dared not utter a sound.

After a long silence, Minister Eurydice spoke: "I have faith in the court's resolve..."

"Trust the court's resolve, rather than believing Annan wouldn't do that..."

……

The bottom nest, the treasure layer.

Whispers rose again from the dusty, enclosed shed.

"Annan Reeves is blocking the entrance to the courtroom."

"How interesting, the Annamese things are aligned with our goals."

"Grey Mist, aren't you going to visit your old friends?"

“I have no objection, but if the plan is exposed, I will tell the Legion Commander that it was your arrangement.” A magnetic, elegant voice, seemingly out of place in the filthy nest, rang out in the shack.

“You can get those Annamese bastards on our side.”

"He has a thriving territory and a bright future, so why should he collude with us?" the voice retorted.

"Never mind him, let Annan Reeves stand in front and help us draw the attention of the Empire's bastards."

……

"You didn't expect I'd actually make it out, did you?"

Standing in front of the courtroom, Annan stood with his hands on his hips and shouted into the room:
"Why are you afraid to let me in? Are you feeling guilty? So you know you're slandering me just like you slandered Blackwatch, right?"

"I'm telling you, I'm determined to save Blackwatch, and even the Emperor can't stop me, I'm telling you!" The Emperor indeed couldn't stop Annam, but the military instructors at the gate could.

But all they could do was prevent Annan from going in and yell at him at the door; there was nothing they could do.

In the more than nine hundred years of the Tathun Empire's existence, there has never been a scene where the imperial state religion was blocked outside its gates and shouted at.

Of course, there has never been a time when the Imperial State Religion was so easy to bully.

As the parties involved, the court was determined not to show its face.

Like a giant dragon, its scales remain unscathed even when the farmer uses pitchforks and hoes to strike them.

Annan shouted for a long time, but there was no response, and the soldiers in front of the gate didn't even move.

He asked Isabel's brother, who was watching the commotion, "You also think they went too far, right?"

"Nobody wants to get stuck with a pile of shit," Klein muttered.

"what?"

"I told you you're too difficult to deal with."

“It’s not that I’m difficult, it’s that the court is too weak. They’re incompetent in external warfare but skilled in internal warfare. They shrink back during wartime but show no mercy to their own people. Come and curse with me.”

"No, I don't... swear."

"And he's Ollie's nephew, what a coward!"

Klein thought to himself, "You have your ancestors' protection; if you cause trouble, you can just walk away, and the Inquisition can't do anything about it. Where can I run? Maybe one day I'll be arrested by those lunatics in the Inquisition and sentenced for treason just for stepping out the door with my left foot first..."

But then again, blocking the courthouse door with Annan is indeed very exciting... Uh, surely the court won't cause me any trouble because of this?
After spending several tens of minutes in front of the courthouse, the courthouse staff had probably decided to bury their heads in the sand.

"Dare not answer? Interesting. I wonder if you self-proclaimed loyal followers will be able to remain calm when I assassinate the Emperor!"

That's too exciting! It's over the top!
Klein just wanted a mage to cast a forgetting spell on him, to make him forget what he had just heard.

The instructor at the door had his head down, only the veins on his hand gripping the greatsword were bulging, indicating that his patience was not calm.

"Annan Reeves".

Finally, a figure walked out of the door.

Looking at the deputy judge, who resembled a tanned farmer, Annan stretched out his hands: "Arrest me."

The deputy judge stared indifferently at Annan, a hint of malice rising within him for those outrageous remarks: "Do you really think we wouldn't dare kill you?"

Annan's reply was to raise his outstretched hands, his sleeves slipping down to reveal the golden skull bracelet on his wrist: "Grab me."

“Gandhi…” The judge summoned the young priest, looked directly at Annan, and coldly said, “Annan Reeves, please leave.”

That's right, he really doesn't dare.

The Ministry of Protocol dared not touch him, and even the court could only forcefully detain Annan and send him away.

"Sending me away won't help. I'll keep coming back to block the door until I see Albek and the others, until Blackwatch is released!"

Shoved into the carriage, Annan stared intently at the judge at the end of the steps until the window was forcibly blocked by a priest.

With no outsiders around, Annan put away his deliberately stubborn act and rubbed his temples, feeling a bit of a headache.

The court was unyielding, and it seemed there was no other way but to force their way in... No, he didn't believe the court could control everything in the empire.

The carriage had been jolting along for over ten minutes with no sign of stopping. Annan kept calling out, "Hey, where is your court taking me?"

There was no response, so he muttered to himself, "Please just deliver it to Liberty Street, thank you."

Leaning back into the carriage, Annan pondered the few cards he still held in his hand:

First, there's the ancestor. She gave me the golden skull bracelet, signifying that she's on my side, and that I can call upon the ancestor if necessary.

(End of this chapter)