Alien world

Chapter 1719, Section 352: Throwing Oneself into Chaos
No, that's not right...

Annan shed his prejudice against the courtroom.

The fact that the Tribunal sent me to make contact with the Chaos Cult means they want me to infiltrate the Chaos Cult, cooperate with them from the inside, and then wipe them out in one fell swoop... How did we end up back where we started?
I'm clearly not good at using my brain. In any case, the court is probably trying to tell itself something by doing this.

Annan's voice became excited: "I've finally found you!"

"Found us?"

A low, pained growl came from under the hood: "The court has arrested my uncle, unforgivable!"

"Your uncle?"

"My uncle is Albek, an advisor to the Blackwatch Legion commander!"

His current identity is that of a Blackwatch family member—Albek's distant nephew.

Of course, they can also be pawns of the chaotic forces when necessary.

The man in leather armor didn't know Albek, but he knew Blackwatch Advisors, and was immediately pleasantly surprised, not expecting such an unexpected gain.

"But are you sure you're the chaotic cult I know?" Annan hesitated, glancing at the group around him. Not only were they filthy, but their swords were also chipped, and some didn't even have weapons, using sharpened stool legs as handguns...

Nobody would believe they were a band of thieves.

"Is there any force that dares to impersonate the Chaos Cult?" the leather-armored man asked arrogantly.

Indeed, no force dared to impersonate the Chaos Cult, but Annan's impression of the Chaos Cult was that it was an elite group, like Prince Aidan, who could stir up a vortex on his own, rather than a bunch of goblin-like people who couldn't even put together a complete set of equipment and were just howling around.

Forget it, come here.

The man in leather armor raised his glass: "The Chaos Cult welcomes you, cheers."

Annan pulled back his hood, revealing disguised blond hair and blue eyes—his face was also disguised, otherwise he would be recognized as Jack at a glance.

Annan picked up his glass, watching the leather-armored man down his drink in one gulp, while he himself remained untouched. "Don't overthink it," he said. "I'm just going to rescue my uncle, not to join this rabble."

Bang.

The wooden wine glass slammed heavily onto the table, and the leather-armored man laughed loudly: "A rabble? You'll find out soon enough!"

The leather-armored man tossed down a few copper coins and led the way away from the tavern filled with the sound of a lute.

……

In Greenfield Town, inside the manor next to the mayor's residence, several figures sat in the hall.

"Raiya has found an interesting little guy."

The man, who seemed to be listening attentively, said, "He said that Albek is his uncle and wants to cooperate with us."

"Albek? What a coincidence, how can you be sure he's not a spy?" A figure draped in a black robe, hissing, leaned against the corridor doorway.

If outsiders were to overhear the conspiracy in the treasure hut, they would recognize that the voice is remarkably similar to the voice of the conspiracy.

"He doesn't even know Greenfield Town, he's not very smart."

"Do you know what Green Field Town has to do with being a spy?" another person asked.

The man chuckled. "This is how I catch spies in the Empire. I ask the spies where the capital of Sacramento County is, and those who answer Silver Bayman are Empire spies. The real members are uneducated and can only answer Montreal Hill."

"Hmph, you better be right, don't drag us down when the plan starts." The black-robed figure with a rat-like accent sneered.

The man didn't care: "We don't need you to worry about the outside. But I don't want you to rescue the people and then suddenly attack us with the Imperial soldiers."

"Heh heh... They have no chance."

A cold laugh came from beside the fireplace.

At this moment, the gray figure sitting opposite the man on the sofa spoke up: "I need Albek's nephew. Give him to me."

The man shook his head: "Grey Mist, I still have a use for this person."

"What conditions?"

"There are no conditions, and this is not a bargaining process."

The figure known as Gray Mist continued, "After confirming their identity, I need to borrow them for a while. You don't need to hand them over to me." "That's no problem."

A commotion arose outside the window, and the figures on the sofa in the shadows in front of the fireplace faded away, revealing themselves to be nothing more than projections.

Only the silhouette of the black robe leaning against the door frame of the corridor remained.

click-

The door was pushed open, and Raiya and several of his men led Annan in.

"Boss, the person has been brought!"

"Are you Albek's nephew?"

The man sitting on the sofa looked Annan up and down, his gaze lingering on his blond hair and blue eyes: "If I remember correctly, the Albek family has brown hair."

“My aunt and I are from the same family, and they treat me like their own son.”

Annan was not lying; Madame Albayk was indeed blonde.

The man ignored the question and said, "I am their leader. You can call me Baron Kin Kelly. My men told me you want to join the Chaos Cult?"

"Yes."

"why?"

"My uncle has been kidnapped by a black dog, I must rescue him!"

Why do you think I can help you?

Annan looked at him strangely: "Didn't your subordinates say that?"

Baron Jim Kelly seemed to sigh. That's the downside of the chaotic faction; you can't hide anything you want to do... You have to face external enemies while also guarding against internal traitors.

Oh well, they don't know anything more anyway.

At this moment, Annan noticed that Baron Jim Kelly's figure looked somewhat unreal: "Are you a projection?"

"Greenfield Town is just one of the strongholds of the Chaos Cult; my true self is not here."

After all, there's a group of chaotic cultists who can openly promote their attacks on Montreal Hills. If the elites of the sect were to mingle with them, even ten lives wouldn't be enough.

Annan understood; no wonder the court didn't take direct action but instead sent him over.

Is the relationship using itself as a breeding ground?

"Where is the capital of Sacramento County?" The black-robed figure, who had been ignored until now, suddenly asked in a hoarse voice, leaning against the door frame of the corridor.

Annan was stunned: "Where is Sacramento County?"

Don't worry, he's not a spy.

Baron Jim Kelly stretched out his palm, casually flipping through his fingernails: "Yes, we are indeed going to attack the Inquisition, but why should we let a useless person join us?"

"Who says I'm useless? I am... a wandering knight!"

"Ranger?"

Baron Jim Kelly looked Annam up and down, as if he had never seen such a short ranger before.

"I've seen the most foolish mages and the most unpopular warlocks. Who says you have to be tall to be a knight-errant?"

"To join the Chaos Cult, you must at least be a professional; you are not a special individual."

Clearly, these are not what they urgently need.

"I'm still Albek's uncle!"

Ignoring Annan's slip of the tongue, Baron Kin Kelly stared at Annan: "Albek is the strategist of the Blackwatch, and you are his uncle. Does that mean... you are a spy for the Empire!"

"You're a spy!?"

The leather-clad man who brought Annam suddenly changed color; he was as clever as Martin.

(End of this chapter)