Alien world

Chapter 1727, Page 360: Albek, you didn't want this either...

Baron Jim Kelly told the nobles to go eat, and Annan leaned close to the girl and whispered, "Are you Miranda?"

Miranda nodded, then hesitated before asking, "You... went into town?"

"Ah."

"That……"

"No, I just went to buy some food."

Miranda showed disappointment, then hid her emotions. She could understand... that man who called himself Baron was a madman, and very powerful. Anyone who dared to defy him was dead.

Suddenly, a hand gently patted her head, followed by a reassuring voice in her ear: "Don't worry, I'll find a way to get the Baron to let you leave."

Miranda's still somewhat pale and haggard face flushed slightly. "Thank you... I still don't know your name..."

"You can call me Annan."

Miranda couldn't help but smile: "Then I'm Olmedo."

Annan got up and returned to Baron Jim Kelly's side. The baron put away his eavesdropping expression and asked, "You like that girl?"

“I’m not interested in women,” Annan shook his head. “I only want to rescue my uncle. As for that girl, how else can I get her to cooperate with us?”

Baron Jim Kelly thought Olmere was being hypocritical; what young man wouldn't like a hero rescuing a damsel in distress? "My promise still stands. As long as you help me complete the work, I will let you rescue them, become a hero of Mondstadt, and incidentally, help you find love."

"Oh."

Annan remained unmoved, and the Baron had no idea that the initiative had already been taken into his hands.

You actually gave me my things?

The nobles had a good night's rest, but the nightmare continued the next day.

Annan wasn't lying; he could indeed help Baron Jim Kelly.

Are the gardener and maid constantly wiping and trimming the same spot? Just get them moving! The maid can carry a bucket of water and walk along a predetermined route, changing the spot she's wiping or mopping from time to time. The gardener can do the same. After all, who cares if the servants are just going in circles?

The guests, who used to be crammed into the dance floor, were now only a few couples dancing there, while the rest were scattered throughout the banquet hall, sitting on sofas, standing on the terrace, or strolling and relaxing outside the estate. The food on the long tables was also replaced with real food.

How much effort does it take to prepare some ready-made fruit, pastries, and red wine?

With this arrangement, the manor, which had seemed so artificial yesterday, suddenly came alive. If someone were to be brought from Mondstadt now, without being spoken to, he would only be puzzled as to why the missing people were all attending a banquet here.

The realism of the work did not overwhelm Baron Jim Carrey; on the contrary, it freed up more of his energy.

Annan suggested that he create a few more "important characters" as vehicles for the story, allowing them to react to visitors, such as a maid who could take guests for a stroll around the manor and utter specific lines.

However, Baron Jim Carrey seemed to have devoted all his extra energy to portraying the "female lead"—the reason for this is that the Baron secretly came to Annan several times to ask him how to make a girl come to life.

"Why not just stop trying to control her?"

"No, it has to be a doll."

Annan could only attribute it to his peculiar hobby, and then taught him that portraying a character is mainly done through appearance and dialogue, but if you want to bring a character to life, you need some subtle gestures.

"Actions...small movements..."

Baron Jim Kelly kept muttering to himself as if he were under mind control.

While Annan and Baron Jim Kelly were busy with their "masterpiece," some members of the Chaos Cult were getting restless.

In the manor's study, a faint light flashed, and a figure appeared before Baron Jim Kelly's desk.

He looked down at the drafts scattered on the ground. Gray Mist bent down to pick them up, but as soon as he reached out, the drafts were suddenly torn to shreds at his fingertips, as if a gentle breeze had brushed past them.

He stood up again, seemingly unconcerned: "Baron, where is the person you found?"

Baron Jim Kelly looked up from his desk: "I haven't had a chance to ask yet."

Gray Mist paused for a moment: "Hand the person over to me."

"No, he's useful to me."

The baron flatly refused, and the temperature in the study plummeted instantly.

Baron Jim Kelly, not wanting to strain relations with the other elites, relented, saying, "Give me a day, and I'll go ask him."

Gray Mist shook his head: "I'll only give you half a day."

Baron Jim Kelly remained unfazed, staring directly into the gray fog: "Are you trying to teach me how to do things?"

Gray Mist's voice remained calm: "Baron, I'm not bargaining with you. There are eight days left before the operation. We must convince Blackwatch. You should know your place."

"I know!" the baron said impatiently. "I'll go ask right now!"

After dispelling the gray fog, Baron Jim Kelly stood up, sensed Annan's location, and went to the front of the banquet hall. He rubbed his face, changed his expression, and approached Olme, who was sitting on the sofa.

He enjoyed the shoulder massage from the beautiful lady behind him, while Miranda sat beside him, her cheeks slightly flushed, and fed him a grape.

After Annam arrived, the nobles went from performing 24 hours a day and burying the dead in flower gardens to performing for only 16 hours a day. What's wrong with enjoying their service?
"Young Master Olme..."

Annan sat up slightly and waved for the girls to leave.

Baron Jim Kelly then cautiously asked, "The Gray Mist contacted me, wanting to use you to corrupt your uncle... What do you think?"

Annan was invigorated. After waiting all day, they finally got down to business!
“I can agree to his request, as long as he can rescue my uncle.”

……

The courtroom, the dungeon.

Albek, leaning against the cold obsidian wall, opened his eyes and looked at a chaotic outline gathering in the darkness.

"How could you come here?"

A faint whisper echoed in the narrow, dark cell: "If order is light, then chaos is darkness. Look around you; it is everywhere, even next to the light."

"You Chaos Cult still won't give up?" Albek sneered. "I've said everything I need to say. I will never join Chaos."

"Don't be so resolute, Albayk. Think of your nephew. You wouldn't want your nephew to die at the hands of the Empire because of you, would you?"

"My nephew?"

A strange feeling welled up in Albek's heart. These words... why do they seem so familiar?
"Young Master Olme has come to us, hoping we can rescue you. How pathetic... A knight loyal to the Empire, in order to save his uncle who is equally loyal to the Empire, is actually willing to ask his former enemy for help."

This name...

After the court sent Annan away yesterday, Albek made up his mind: "I don't believe he could have joined your chaotic sect."

"Why not? You two are very close, and he would even be willing to give his life to save you."

Albek sat up straight, finally abandoning his usual indifference.

(End of this chapter)