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Chapter 1726, 359. Manipulated at Will

"You've never even met him, how do you know he's better than me?"

Baron Jim Kelly exclaimed, "How could you possibly compare to Annan Reeves, who created so many lifelike worlds and is adored by countless people?"

Annan achieved second place in the Annan Reeves impersonation contest.

"But you're also very capable..." Baron Kin Kelly continued to praise Olme, fearing that Olme might feel resentful. His appreciation was genuine: "Olme, you're so outstanding that I'm reluctant to hand you over to Gray Mist."

“If you hand me over, who will help you finish your work? Gray Mist isn’t a follower of the Lord of All Changes, but I am one of your own!” Annan deliberately showed the eye-shaped mark on the back of his hand.

"So, Olme, how about becoming my assistant? You help me finish the work, and I guarantee you'll come back alive from the Montreal Mountains."

"Could you offer a different guarantee?"

Annan remained true to his character: "I'm going to rescue my uncle!"

Baron Jim Kelly was about to respond when his expression suddenly shifted slightly.

"what happened?"

Baron Jim Kelly glanced out of the banquet hall and sneered, "Some fool is trying to escape."

"You decide."

Annan did not intend to plead for them. He gave them a chance and warned them that if they did not understand, it was not their problem.

They asked the Baron for a bedroom and went inside to check it out.

As expected, there were invisible threads throughout the manor, all under Baron Jim Kelly's perception.

It seems the Baron deliberately saying someone escaped was probably a warning to himself... But it doesn't matter, the mission wasn't completed, and he wasn't thinking of escaping anyway.

And the marks on his hands... Annan rubbed the simple lines on the back of his hand hard, but they didn't come off even after he rubbed them until they were red. It seemed that it was more than just marks.

But it's not a big problem. The Tribunal will handle it, and if they can't, they can ask the ancestors for help to remove it. Forget about the mark of the Lord of Chaos; even if the Lord of Chaos himself came, we'd smash his head to pieces.

After walking around the room, I came to the window and saw a terrified nobleman uncontrollably walking into the mansion.

Annan pondered that his infiltration had been a success; after being thoroughly fooled, Baron Jim Kelly was most likely now dependent on him…

So how do we get the intelligence out?

In romantic relationships, the one who takes the initiative is often the one in a lower position... So, maintain the status quo and wait for the court to contact you.

Since I've already infiltrated the Chaotic Cult, it's not out of the question to break people out of prison with them.

You ask me why I joined the Chaotic Cult? Tell me, through my Golden Skull Bracelet.

Having decided what to do next, Annan left the room and returned to the banquet hall downstairs.

The "guests" have all returned, standing timidly in the corner. A waiter is wiping the floor with a blank expression, cleaning up the traces left by the Baron when he dealt with the traitors.

"Why don't you go and rest?" Annan asked.

No one spoke; only the girl seemed hesitant to speak.

“They dare not,” Baron Jim Kelly said, looking at the nobles with the eyes of a lamb.

He placed Annan on the same level as himself, but they were not; they were merely consumables, like paint.

"So you're just going to let them stand here like idiots?" Annan didn't know what to say. "I don't care, but their poor condition will affect your work."

Baron Jim Kelly glared at the nobles: "Did you hear that? Go and rest!"

The nobles looked at each other, none daring to move. Finally, the young woman stepped forward, bowed to Annam, and walked out. Only then did the nobles swarm out as if they had found a leader.

Watching the last nobleman run away, Annan looked away and said, "You don't have any food here, do you? I'm going out to buy some food, if you trust me not to run away."

“You’re my assistant, unlike them. You can do whatever you want,” Baron Jim Kelly said, his self-righteous magnanimity barely concealing his reluctance. Annan extended his hand to him.

"What do you mean?" the Baron asked.

How can I buy it if you don't give me the money?

A few minutes later, Annan walked out of the manor with a bag of gold coins given to him by Baron Jim Kelly.

In Mondstadt, the Annamese arriving in the city paused in front of a notice board surrounded by passersby.

The bulletin board was covered with missing person notices. Annan glanced at them and even saw a portrait of a girl—she was actually Miranda, the youngest daughter of the Lord of Mondstadt.

The Chaos Cult is insane...

Baron Kin Kelly's strength is probably somewhere between Master and Epic, because he has never fought, and Annan cannot discern his exact strength, but he is likely no match for a city-state.

But no one knows how he managed to hide right under the noses of the Mondstadt residents, unnoticed by anyone.

"What's going on in this place? How come so many important people have gone missing..."

"Perhaps it's the Blade of Freedom."

Annan noticed the conversation between the two people diagonally behind him.

"What Free Blade?"

"You don't know? How boring..."

After listening for a while and confirming that the guy who mentioned "Freedom Blade" was just joking, he stopped paying attention.

Scanning the reward amount on the missing persons poster, Annan had countless ways to rescue the nobles captured by Baron Kin Kelly, but if he rescued them, he wouldn't be able to go with the Baron to rescue Blackwatch.

Anyway, the nobles will only suffer a little. They can be released after the Blackwatch is rescued.

Before turning away from the notice board, Anan walked towards the market.

Apart from the Baron's puppet, there were no other living people in the manor. It wouldn't be right to have the Baron bring in more cooks, so Annan only bought ready-to-eat foods like pastries, biscuits, and juice.

"We don't need this, this, and this. Pack the rest away."

While Annan was browsing the market, Baron Jim Kelly was embroiled in internal strife over Annan's departure.

He regretted pretending to be magnanimous and letting Olmey leave; such talent should have been kept under control…

Several times his fingers twitched as if he wanted to control something, but he suppressed them each time.

As dusk fell, trucks began arriving one after another outside the manor, carrying food that Annan had bought.

But this only paused the Baron's anxiety; it did not alleviate it.

At some point, the Baron's little finger twitched, and he looked up at Olme, who had appeared outside the gate.

The baron let out a long sigh, then composed himself, standing calmly before the mansion's gate: "You've actually returned?"

"Then I'll go?"

"Do not……"

Baron Jim Kelly blurted it out, and it was too late to take it back.

"Don't worry, I promised to work with you to create this masterpiece, why would I run away?"

Baron Jim Kelly didn't say it, but a clear sense of joy, like a dog wagging its tail, emanated from him.

Annan sneered inwardly. As expected, he was just a simple-minded fellow who had been manipulated in half a day.

(End of this chapter)