Alien world

Chapter 1720, Section 353. I am Olme.

"Besides being a spy, they could also be a traitor."

Annan straightened his chest: "The court persecutes the loyal and good, appoints rotten wood to office, and feeds beasts on their rations. I love the empire, but does the empire love me? Is there any need for loyalty to such an empire? I can guide you, and I can help you during the prison break!"

"A prison break?" Baron Jim Kelly was taken aback.

"You're not going to attack the courthouse, I can help!"

"Who said we were going to storm the courtroom..."

"Your subordinate said so."

Baron Jim Kelly could no longer remain calm, and looked at the leather-armored man with a cold gaze.

"Raiga, did you say that?"

"Did I say that?"

Raiya couldn't remember exactly what happened. It seemed like he was just chatting with his companions when this guy started a conversation. After a few words, he said he wanted to fight the Tribunal, patted himself on the shoulder, and then, in a daze, led him to see the boss...

Although I don't know when it was leaked, I need to get rid of all the people who know about it as soon as possible... It seems Greenfield Town is useless now.

However, this young man who claimed to be Albek's nephew... although his appearance was somewhat coincidental, he was still of some use.

Putting everything else aside, just using him to negotiate with Gray Fog is a good deal in itself.

“I know the secrets of Blackwatch, and I know the scandals of the Inquisition… Oh, and I can also persuade my uncle, Albek.”

Annan roughly understood the purpose of the court throwing him here: to gather the chaotic sects together and then wipe them out in one fell swoop, right?
He wasn't afraid of the court not making demands; he was afraid of the court not responding. Now that they had made their demands, Annan could complete the task in exchange for benefits.

As for the possibility that the court might deny it afterward...

Before I had the Golden Skull Bracelet, it was fine for you to call me Little Lord. Now that I have the Golden Skull Bracelet, what should you call me?
"Uncle Albek was caught in a rat-man trap and thrown into the Otherworld. He struggled to survive in the far north and barely escaped back. He didn't die at the hands of Chaos, but he's going to die at the hands of his own people... It would be better to let him betray the Empire and join the chaos—"

"enough!"

Baron Jim Kelly interrupted Annan with a grim expression. If he continued, their entire plan would be exposed.

"Let him speak."

A figure in a black robe, reeking of rats, leaned against the doorframe and spoke.

Baron Jim Kelly seemed to realize something, and his expression relaxed again.

Those present will not leave alive.

“I’ve finished speaking.” Annan stood with his hands clasped.

Baron Jim Kelly spoke up: "You mean, you have a way to get your uncle to join us?"

“That’s right, and not just my uncle, the legion commander, the chief mage, but also those survivors. As long as they have grievances, I have a way to persuade them!” Annan made grand promises to the Chaos Cult without any scruples.

The better you do, the less likely the court will dare to back down.

"How do you convince me?"

"secret."

The figure in black robes hissed, "How can we believe you if you don't tell us?"

“Of course you should believe me,” Annan said matter-of-factly. “Even without me, you would still do this, wouldn’t you? Although I don’t know what you’re trying to do by going to such lengths to attack the courthouse and rescue my uncle and the others, we’re on the same side.”

"Since we're on the same side, wouldn't telling us that would increase our chances of success?" the black-robed ratman whispered.

"You're right... Alright, there's no harm in telling you."

Annan pretended to think for a moment, then looked at the bystanders behind him.

“Don’t worry, they’re my men, they’re tight-lipped,” Baron Jim Kelly said.

Now that the decision has been made to destroy his subordinates along with the town, there's no need to worry about whether they're even listening. "A friend of mine told me that the Chaos faction has a great sense of humor, which I didn't believe before."

If even the other party didn't care about leaking secrets, Annan cared even less. He took a few steps closer, about to speak, when the black-robed ratman sniffed his nose: "Why... do you smell like a ratman?"

"Can you smell it?"

Annan lowered his head and sniffed. The clothes in the magic ring were all prepared by Maria. Could they have picked up her scent?
“Although it’s just a projection, we do exist here,” Baron Jim Kelly explained to Annan.

Annan didn't understand, but he did understand—the wonder of magic, "because I have a rat-woman wife."

Upon hearing this, before Baron Kin Kelly and the black-robed ratman could respond, Raiya and the others exclaimed in surprise.

"Are ratmen spicy?"

"Bro, you're amazing."

"How does the ratman feel?"

How would I know what a ratman feels?

Annan couldn't very well say he didn't know, so he recalled the contents of the sorcerer's notes and pretended it was his own experience: "Whether it's a male or female rat, its tail is its weakness. As long as you grab its tail tightly, it will have no strength to resist and you can do whatever you want with it."

"However, be careful not to do it too often, because ratmen are creatures with strong muscle memory. If you use it too many times in a short period of time, they will have a physiological reaction of 'being grabbed by the tail' when they see you, and then... In short, use it in moderation."

Annan didn't explain it very clearly, but it still elicited a chorus of "wows" and made everyone start to imagine.

"You're lying!" the black-robed ratman suddenly exposed Annan.

"I'm lying? Impossible!"

He treated the sorcerer's notes like gospel; how could they possibly be fake?!

But if it's other warlocks bragging...

“You have more than one rat-man smell on you…” Red eyes beneath the black robe stared intently at Annan.

"Uh, besides my ratman wife, I also have a ratman mistress..."

The crowd gasped, and the black-robed ratman looked at Annan with admiration, as if he were one of his own.

The premise is that Annan didn't say it was a gray-haired rat, otherwise the black-robed ratman would have gone mad.

"Alright, it's time to tell you your secret." Baron Jim Kelly brought the conversation back to the main topic.

Annan took out a seal from his pocket.

“This is a keepsake that my aunt gave me when I visited her. It represents the attitudes of the two families behind my uncle and aunt. If I show it to my uncle, he will know that I am here to save him on behalf of both families.”

Annan placed the seal on the table. "Could this persuade Albek?"

"Just a small seal, and you think it can drive the Albek into chaos? I don't believe it." Baron Kin Kelly shook his head.

Annan then produced the indictment he had Evelyn fabricate against Blackwatch.

"This is the evidence I've collected from the courtroom that slandered Blackwatch."

Annan placed the evidence back on the table. "Could this convince Albek?"

"It's possible, but what if Albek is blindly loyal and refuses to betray us even at the cost of his life?"

Annan stacked the seal and the evidence together: "With this and this, can we convince him?"

Baron Jim Kelly stood at attention and asked, "May I ask who you are, sir?"

"I am Olme!"

(End of this chapter)