Alien world

Chapter 1728, Section 361: What are you thinking?

However, after a brief moment of "genuine emotion," Albek quickly regained his composure: "What do you want to do? Do you think kidnapping my nephew will make me submit to Chaos?"

"Nothing, I'm just curious..."

The chaos surging in the shadows seemed to solidify further, forming a human-shaped silhouette: "Is there anything about the Empire that warrants your loyalty?"

Albek chuckled: "Your Highness, I am different from you. The Empire raised me, taught me the meaning of life and the fight, and loyalty is as natural to me as breathing."

"It is because of people like you that those distorted and unacceptable systems have been able to continue."

Gray fog, or rather… Aidan sighed.

Albek remained unmoved: "I really like this saying: There is a half-full glass of water on the table. I see that there is still half a glass of water. Others see that there is only half a glass of water. But Your Highness, what you see is... why is there half a glass of water?"

"Everyone is out of water, so everyone is on the same starting line, isn't that right?"

"Of course not. Those who are closer to the water, who have power, and who can gather their companions will still get the water first. Your Highness, the existence of the system may not be able to distribute the water equally to everyone, but it can ensure that you have half a cup of water."

"That's why you failed."

Prince Aidan fell into a long silence, seemingly unable to refute.

After a long silence, Albek spoke again: "How is Olmesh?"

As if in response to Albek's earlier arrogance, Prince Aidan chuckled: "Your nephew is perhaps undergoing torture..."

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“Hiss…” Annan shrugged.

"what happened?"

A melodious, gentle voice, accompanied by fragrance, wafted from behind.

"A little pain……"

The beautiful lady massaging his shoulders asked, "Shall I be gentler?"

"No need, just use this pressure."

Annan leaned back comfortably and continued to enjoy himself.

It would have been better if Baron Jim Carrey hadn't come over.

As for being shameful... it's Olme who's shameful, what does it have to do with Annan?

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"Perhaps they were being scolded..."

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"What's wrong with you? I've already told you, the storyline with the male and female leads is impossible at this stage, but you're still working on it, still working on it!"

Annan threw Baron Jim Kelly's manuscript out, and it scattered all over the floor with a crash.

The beautiful lady behind him and Miranda, who was feeding him, stopped in fear, thinking that Baron Jim Kelly was about to get angry. But the baron just picked it up like a servant, forced a smile and handed it back.

This time, Annan grabbed the manuscript, stood up, and threw it even further away. "No—" the Baron cried out as he chased after it.

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"Perhaps he is begging to be released."

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"Young Master Olme, please help me..."

Baron Jim Kelly picked up the draft, and this time he was smarter, standing at a distance and not approaching.

"Come here," Annan beckoned.

The baron shook his head: "I'm not going over there. If I do, you'll just throw my manuscript away again."

"You knew I was right and you still did it!"

"Don't be angry, I just feel..."

Annan interrupted rudely, "You think? When did it become my place to think? I've said it countless times, your work is meant to convey your thoughts to the audience. If only you can understand it, what's the difference between that and masturbation!"

Baron Jim Kelly's face flushed red like a little boy's: "You...you're vulgar!"

Albek knew how smart Annan was. He didn't think the Chaotic Cult could control him, but he figured the situation wouldn't be too good for him.

“Release Olme, he is innocent,” Albek sighed.

"Don't worry, he joined us voluntarily, and the Baron speaks highly of him. The Baron is not a good-tempered man, but if he takes a liking to your nephew, he might just become a new elite."

Prince Aidan chuckled: "I'm not saying this to force you to join, I'm just a little emotional. Your nephew is actually willing to sacrifice so much for you. If he didn't resemble your wife more than you, I would have suspected that he was your illegitimate son."

Albek closed his eyes, leaned back against the obsidian wall, and ignored the surging, whispering chaos.

"I'm here to save you."

“You shouldn’t hate us, Albek.”

"You stay in the warp and survive by instinct..."

"You were rescued, which led to the tragedy that followed."

Albek sneered: "So, you're saying I should resent those who saved us, while being grateful to the culprits?"

"That's not what I meant. I just wanted to tell you... your companions who were lost in the warp, are they really dead?"

Albayk suddenly opened his eyes: "What do you mean?"

The chaos in the darkness slowly unfolded, like a large net enveloping Albek.

"Don't forget, the ratmen's traps were set by us..."

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"If the storyline involving the male and female leads isn't working... then how about just adding them?" the Baron tentatively inquired.

Annan, growing impatient with the persistent questioning, said, "Answer me first, why do you have to add these two people?"

"You taught me to add the main body of the story—"

Annan interrupted him: "I want to hear the truth."

Baron Jim Kelly stammered, his face growing increasingly red.

"Alright, I won't make things difficult for you." Annan roughly guessed that the Baron had some unseen worries, and was too lazy to delve into it. "If we don't add any plot, just two more characters... no problem, but how realistic they are depends on your ability."

"No problem!" The baron shook his head, eager to get started.

"return."

With just one sentence from Annan, the Baron obediently turned back.

He helplessly reached out his hand, and Baron Jim Kelly, after a moment of stunned silence, placed the manuscript in Annan's hand with a look of ecstatic joy.

Annan didn't throw the manuscript away again: "Go ahead and get busy. I'll contact you when I have an idea."

"You're amazing, that terrifying guy actually listens to you so much..." Miranda whispered, her eyes seemingly shining.

Nothing in the manor escaped the Baron's notice. Annan couldn't be too harsh, so he simply said, "It's not that he's listening to me, it's just that the Baron only cares about his work. A guy who can lower himself for his work is bound to create a masterpiece that will amaze the world."

The departing baron seemed to walk with a lighter step.

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"I need to think about it..."

After Prince Aidan stated that the soldiers who died in the Warp were not truly dead, Albek stopped insisting and his attitude softened.

"Don't think too long. In seven days, the court will kill you."

Albek didn't want to talk about this anymore: "Your Highness Aidan, may I ask a question?"

“Of course.” Gray Mist wasn’t worried about Albek being talkative; she was only afraid he would refuse to communicate.

"When you died in Annan's arms, were you moved at all?"

Prince Aidan asked curiously, "In Annan's arms?"

(End of this chapter)