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Chapter 1722, Section 355: The Baron's Masterpiece

However, Olmedo would be delighted if she were there; she would be willing to join any random organization and even decorate a badge display room with badges that should have been sold as scrap.

Annan then learned from Baron Kin Kelly that Razor's gang was uncertified, as were the Black Robe Ratmen—this was Baron Kin Kelly's own little trick.

Having been marked, he was also considered one of Baron Jim Carrey's men, and thus the truth was revealed to him.

Baron Jim Kelly seemed to think he was affected by the mark... Annan simply went along with it and pretended to believe him unconditionally.

"Baron, where are we?"

Annan walked to the terrace, looked around, and saw no mountains, so he ruled out the areas around the capital.

Mondstadt.

"Oh……"

Annan feigned realization, though he still didn't know where it was. But asking directly would be embarrassing.

“Young Master Olme, can you tell me how you discovered it?” Baron Kin Kelly asked earnestly.

"What did you find?"

"The unusual things about this manor."

Annan swallowed back the words "Anyone with eyes can see it," and after thinking for a moment, said, "Uh... before answering your question, I also have a question. What's wrong with the people here?"

Baron Jim Kelly sat down at his desk, put the sword hilt back in the drawer, and spread his hands, saying, "As you can see, this manor is my creation, and everyone in it is a puppet I have carefully crafted."

"You're so amazing?" Annan's eyes lit up. The puppet he created was indistinguishable from a living person, even its eyes seemed real... This is a talent!

"Cough, they're alive..."

Then Annan looked disappointed.

Baron Jim Kelly was inexplicably annoyed, but since they were on his side, he maintained his composure and said, "So can you tell me how you found out?"

"Do you want me to tell the truth?" Annan countered.

"What lie are you trying to tell?" Baron Jim Kelly remained calm, unaware of what awaited him ahead.

"Yes... Baron, your work is full of artistry, especially the guests dancing to the music on the dance floor, which expresses the author's thoughts on the right distance between people."

Baron Jim Kelly grew increasingly annoyed, because it was a "lie."

"What's the truth?"

“I don’t think that will work,” Annan said honestly.

"How dare you say my masterpiece is no good—by what right!" Baron Jim Kelly couldn't sit still any longer and shouted angrily.

"It's a bit dry to explain, let me go out and give you an example."

Baron Jim Kelly followed him out, wanting to see what Olme, who thought he was no good, could say.

Passing by the maids who looked like butterflies, Annan pointed at them and said, "Look at the maids."

"What happened to them?"

The maids were all carefully selected young girls with the most striking looks and the most youthful bodies, and even their clothes were perfectly tailored.

"On the surface, there seems to be no problem, but upon closer inspection, you'll find that after half a day, they've been wiping the same spot over and over again, and the windowsill is even thinner than the rest of the area. It's a failure!"

"The gardener is like a maid, only focusing on pruning one spot. While weeds grow rampant around here, he's even stripped the trees bare. What a failure!"

Upon arriving at the banquet hall, Annan unleashed his full force: "So many people are crammed into the dance floor, is this a banquet or a ball? No distinction between primary and secondary roles, a failure! The waiters are like puppets, carrying trays and walking back and forth in a straight line, without any purpose, a failure! Wow, did you see that?"

Annan picked up the plate from the long table, turned it upside down, and shook it vigorously, but the food on the plate didn't move at all.

"Even the food is fake, what a complete failure!" Annan threw away the prop plate and rushed onto the dance floor, picking up the feet of a marginalized girl.

"Wow, the most crucial thing is, look at it, it's all blue, purple, red, and swollen, not at all like a young girl's delicate, fair feet. It looks like a pig's rotten hoof that's been dead for three days. Even before you get close, you can smell a foul stench of fermentation and rotting meat. How can anyone swallow it?!"

The girl whose leg was being held by Annan had despair in her eyes, along with a deep sense of shame.

"Are you finished?"

"Of course not... I'm done talking."

Annan noticed the hostility in Baron Jim Kelly's eyes and shut his mouth.

"go on."

Annan muttered, "You'll get upset if I tell you..."

"I'll let you continue!"

Annan had no choice but to grant Baron Jim Kelly's wish: "Then may I speak?"

"Say!"

"Such a grand banquet, so many people, yet there's not even a buzzing sound of voices, only music." Annan walked to the musicians by the dance floor, took their instruments, and the marionettes continued to move in the air, the music still playing. "The musicians are all just for show; the real music is from the magic stone."

Do you know how difficult it is to manipulate a puppet to play the violin?

"Excuse."

Ignoring Baron Jim Kelly's emotions, Annan walked up to a waiter who was walking in a straight line and suddenly tripped him.

The young waiter fell straight forward, and then

It thrashed about on the ground, swinging like the hands of a clock.

"A little external force could turn this performance into a farce. If I gave a push on the dance floor, wouldn't your prized guests fall down in rows like bowling pins?"

Baron Jim Kelly didn't know anything about bowling, but he could imagine the scenario Annan described.

"Are you making a wish? Do you know how difficult it is for something like that to come true?!"

"Ultimately, isn't it just a lack of ability?"

Baron Jim Kelly couldn't refute it, but he also thought Annan was being sophistical: "You're judging a mage's intelligence by whether he can cast tenth-circle spells. You're a pig who doesn't appreciate art; you can't possibly understand my masterpiece!"

"I really can't appreciate it, because this is a complete idiot." As the inventor hailed as the "God of Magical Images," Annan's temper flared when he was ridiculed by a lousy elite from a chaotic cult. He bluntly exposed the flaws: "Making nobles dance and servants work, and yet it's full of holes, is that art?"

"If I invite a group of nobles to a three-day, three-night orgy, would I then be the god of art?"

"Blasphemy!"

"Where have I committed blasphemy? Love and desire, life and procreation—such positive and uplifting themes! Aren't they more interesting than your dry and tasteless banquet?"

Annan said matter-of-factly, "If you don't believe me, find a hundred people now and let them choose. See which one they'd rather join."

"This is not fair!"

"So you know no one will choose you. Fine, then let's find a hundred artists and let them choose."

Baron Jim Carrey, unwilling to accept his fate, became withdrawn and isolated.

Clearly, Baron Jim Kelly was a "technical talent" and not a smooth talker.

To be fair, it's already quite remarkable that so many people are alive and moving with mortal bodies. Annan's ability to say so much in one breath is also due to the experience he accumulated from filming eight magical videos.

(End of this chapter)