Alien world

Chapter 1723, Section 356: How many steps does it take to fool the Baron?
However, while I understand, I also remain sarcastic: "My assessment is that it's all show and no substance, full of flaws, and can't withstand close scrutiny; it's easily exposed!"

With each additional adjective Annan used, Baron Jim Kelly's expression grew increasingly grim, especially since Annan was referring to problems that were indeed real.

He could only argue, "So many people have come here, and none of them noticed anything wrong!"

"Who didn't notice the problem?"

"My guests who have been invited!"

Annan looked thoughtfully at the guests in the hall. They had obviously heard the argument earlier, but they still numbly followed the path set by the Baron.

"So, you turned them all into marionettes?"

“Since they failed to discover it, they are naturally part of this masterpiece.” Baron Jim Kelly, who had been utterly defeated by Annan, finally regained a bit of confidence.

Then Annan delivered another blow: "It's just a matter of whether... they actually discovered it a long time ago, but they just didn't dare to say it."

"No...impossible!"

Baron Jim Kelly's body appeared to crack.

"If you don't believe me, why don't you just ask the person involved?"

Annan stepped onto the dance floor again, put his arm around the waist of the girl he had just "guided," and turned to raise an eyebrow at Baron Jim Kelly.

Baron Jim Kelly, whose face was so gloomy it was almost dripping with water, made a gesture of pulling a string. The girl being held by Annan suddenly seemed to come to life and leaned weakly against him.

"It's alright, the nightmare is over," Annan comforted softly.

The pent-up fear gradually faded in Annan's gentle voice. Annan asked her to speak, and the girl nodded, her eyes filled with fear as she looked at the devilish man.

"When I arrived, I noticed... that everyone here was acting strangely. They seemed to be attending a banquet, but their eyes were pleading for my help. I was terrified and dared not say anything. I just wanted to leave as quickly as possible, but he still turned me into a doll..."

"Baron, did you hear that?"

Click...

Baron Jim Kelly's body seemed to have developed several more cracks.

Annan hadn't expected Baron Jim Kelly to be so...easy to deal with.

In reality, as an elite member of the Chaos Cult, Baron Kin Kelly, who captured nearly a hundred nobles just to fill his "masterpiece," was by no means someone to be trifled with.

Baron Jim Kelly was particularly concerned about his carefully arranged work, and for some reason, Olme's taciturnity gave him a sense of trust, much like how he used to feel when facing his teacher.

Annan helped the girl to sit down on the sofa and coughed lightly: "Ahem, Baron, you don't need to give up on yourself. In my opinion, there is still a chance to make amends."

Baron Jim Kelly's ashen eyes finally regained focus and landed on Annan.

"As long as you get the banquet 'alive'."

"Move...?" he asked hoarsely.

“That’s right, get it moving.” Annan nodded. “A stagnant pool has no life, so let’s make it flow.”

“I guess you’re trying to create something like an ‘eternal feast,’ but stillness is not eternity, at least not the eternity we’re looking for. Do you think a stone or a grain of sand has any artistic value?”

"continue."

"Your work is like stagnant water, so let's make it flow like a stream, isn't that true eternity?"

Annan's words hit the nail on the head, making Baron Jim Kelly take the matter seriously: "Then what should we do?"

Do you know what a magical image is?

"I am a huge fan of Annan Reeves!"

I don't have fans like you.

Annan muttered to himself, but said aloud, "You might as well try to make your work more like magical images. First, you need to analyze the shooting process of magical images."

"How to analyze?"

“You’ve come to the right person. No one knows more about magical images than me.” Annan said proudly, then Baron Jim Kelly said sarcastically, “Compared to Annan Reeves, you’re still far behind.”

"Annan Reeves is that powerful?" Annan asked with a strange expression.

"The difference between you is like that between a mage apprentice and a god of magic."

It's clear that Baron Jim Carrey is a true fan of Kofi Annan's films—meeting his fan in the opposing camp evoked mixed feelings in Annan, but mostly joy. So, Annan didn't hold back and shared some valuable insights with the Baron:

“When we watch magical images, we have a feeling that the actors in them have come to life. Why? Because they are doing what they are supposed to do: merchants hawking their wares, passersby looking on, and carriages rolling by.”

"That's exactly what I did..."

“You’ve only presented the surface. Give me a magical image that Annan filmed.” Annan reached out his hand.

"Which one?"

"casual."

Baron Jim Kelly ran like a servant to fetch the Philosopher's Stone and placed it in Annan's outstretched hand.

Annan glanced down and saw that "The Fall of the Mage Tower" was a collector's edition signed by himself and Evelyn.

Baron Jim Kelly was not lying.

"Oh, and bring some more food."

Annan placed the magic stone on the dining table and adjusted its position.

Why do you want food?

"Can't I be hungry, huh?" Annan drawled, seeing that the Baron hadn't moved.

Baron Jim Kelly, whose mind was full of progress, had no choice but to find food. He had only a glass of water and a few pieces of cold, hard bread. Facing Annan's gaze, Baron Jim Kelly looked away somewhat uncomfortably.

"This is just my projection; no food has been prepared."

"Got it. Your secondary job is an artist, and your primary job is a kidnapper."

"What do you mean?"

Annan didn't explain. He took the bread and water to the girl, handed them to her, and told her to eat slowly. He asked, "Have you been hungry for days?"

"Three days..."

"Are they like you?"

"I don't know..." The girl took a small bite of bread, seemingly not very hungry, but her legs were pressed tightly together as she whispered, "Many were here before I came, and many were captured later."

"I'm sorry to have troubled you," Annan sighed.

"Excuse me, can you..." The girl hesitated, not daring to say it aloud.

"Just bear with it a little longer."

Annan patted the girl's head, stood up, and returned to Baron Jim Kelly's side.

"It means you've brought in a bunch of nobles to act as puppets, not letting them rest, not giving them water, food, or the ability to relieve themselves, making them spin and jump around the banquet hall with their bellies full of excrement and urine..."

“I apologize for the misunderstanding earlier. Your work should not be called Eternal Feast, but rather ‘Dancing Shit Sac’.”

Annan's sarcasm made the girl bury her head in her hands.

Baron Jim Kelly retorted habitually, "They're just nobles; they can arrest as many as they want."

"Have you ever heard of Machine Soul?" Annan asked in return.

What is a machine soul?

"Female workers in spinning mills avoid saying things like 'What a broken machine' or 'I need to replace it' next to the spinning machine during work hours, otherwise the spinning machine might suddenly break down shortly after they say those things."

(End of this chapter)