Alien world

Chapter 1734, Section 367: Returning to the Main Story
The members of the Chaos Cult are still there, and Annan cannot release them now or send people from Free City to leak the information.

"You will have to stay at the manor for a while longer until this is all over. The food I left should be enough for you for a week. So, you will have to stay here for the foreseeable future and you cannot go anywhere."

Annan called Miranda over, deliberately calling her by the wrong name: "Olmedo, I'm leaving this to you."

Miranda smiled and earnestly agreed.

After settling things at the manor, Annan met up with Baron Jim Kelly, who was waiting for him.

"Let's go."

……

Mondstadt.

Annan pushed Baron Jim Kelly and walked confidently past the notice board covered with missing person posters.

“Young Master Olme, you seem a little different…” the Baron said curiously.

"You mean my attire? After all, I'm a wandering knight."

Annan changed into a set of light leather armor for a wanderer, and also carried a bow and arrows and a quiver on his back.

"No, you seem to have... grown taller?"

Annan paused slightly: "You're mistaken. I've always been this tall."

"It's not my imagination, I..."

"That's right. You were in control of a younger body before, so you thought I was short. Now you're in an older body and sitting in a wheelchair, so of course you seem tall."

"Is it right……?"

"Then stand up?"

Baron Jim Kelly, of course, couldn't stand up, so he couldn't puncture the height-increasing insoles in Annan's boots.

At the teleportation plaza, guards inspected the queuing pedestrians. Annan helped the Baron to his feet, allowing the guards to inspect him, and then skillfully straightened the wheelchair footrests that had been bent out of place.

Baron Jim Kelly saw all of this.

"Baron, what do you plan to do after completing the mission?"

"I haven't thought about it yet, maybe I'll die in the Montreal Mountains..."

After his deepest desires were fulfilled, Baron Jim Kelly's mind was as empty as his body was now.

Annan, naturally not wanting the Baron to give up, deliberately asked, "You haven't been to Liberty City yet, have you?"

"Liberty City..."

"How about we go check out Liberty City?"

Baron Jim Kelly was somewhat tempted, but still shook his head: "Forget it, a villain like me shouldn't be in Liberty City..."

The portal opened, and the team began to move slowly forward.

"You're being dishonest again," Annan's voice came through. "You've never been to Liberty City, how do you know you're not welcome there?"

"You mean, Liberty City welcomes a villain who harms innocent people as a guest?"

"Uh... there are always other ways."

"You're right. After completing this mission, I'll go take a look at Liberty City... Young Master Olme, are you coming?"

“Me? Of course, that’s my home…”

Annan's voice was drowned out by the light of the portal.

……

Montreal Hills, Annan has come here once again.

"This time, I will arrive as an avenger!" Annan declared from the foot of the mountain.

Baron Jim Kelly remained silent, then gave Annan directions, wandering around the foot of Montreal Hill before disappearing into another space.

Dark and murky, the dust motes danced like fireflies in the firelight.

"Bottom nest?"

"Things that can't be done in the light should naturally be done in a place where they can't be done in the light," the baron explained, not understanding why Annan was so amazed. In reality, Annan returning to the lair was like returning home.

Pushing the Baron to the treasure floor, they stopped in front of a rock pillar—a building half-suspended at the top of the pillar was their meeting place.

“It’s really not very friendly to run into you here,” Annan said, looking up. “If a few steps can stump the elites of the Chaotic Cult, then we might as well disband and go back to the countryside to sell roasted sweet potatoes,” a gentle voice came from the side.

"Gray fog".

The baron looked at the approaching figure, which, just like his name, resembled a humanoid, chaotic mist.

"Baron, you're a day too late."

"Is Blackwatch dead?" Baron Jim Kelly retorted without hesitation.

In front of outsiders, the Baron reverted to his extreme and morbid temperament.

That's good, it saves us from being suspected.

"Come on over, everyone's waiting for you."

The gray fog passed by them and went up the steps.

Just as Annan was about to help the Baron up, his wheelchair floated up, making the steps seem nonexistent.

I don't remember wheelchairs having a hovering function.
"Young Master Olme, think of a code name for yourself, and don't use your real name once you go in," the Baron whispered on the steps.

"Then my code name will be 'Only to Save Uncle'."

"what is this?"

“A code name,” Annan said to himself. “If you don’t like it, you can also use ‘What Can You Do About My Arrogance’ or ‘Ratman’s Favorite’.”

What is "Ratman Fanatic"?

"It means that the rat people can't walk past me."

The baron wanted to ask what kind of code name that was, but then swallowed his words: "Let's just call it 'Save Uncle'."

"I also think this sounds better."

At the entrance of the stone pillar hut, Annan put on a bitter and resentful expression and followed the Baron inside.

He stayed outside.

Before his eyes could adjust to the dimness of the room, a cold voice came at Annan.

Annan stopped at the doorway, feeling a chill, but then the Baron's voice rang out: "Let him in."

"It seems you've found a successor, Baron."

Annan's vision had adjusted to the light in the cabin. One, two, three... five. Including the Baron and Gray Mist, there were five people in total, which was a little few...

"That's all that's come. Where are the others?" the Baron asked.

The black-cloaked figure, clearly a ratman, said, "The plan cannot be discovered by the Empire, so it's just us."

The eyes of the Chaos Cult's elite were fixed on the only outsider.

“My successor,” the Baron began.

"If anything goes wrong, you'll be responsible."

"Alright, I'll take responsibility..." The Baron coughed violently again. After he finished his heart-wrenching cough, the other elites lost interest in investigating the Baron's successor.

"The operation will take place in two days. The Imperial Inquisition will fall into our trap. At that time, Baron, Black Rat will lead the attack, and Blackwatch will cooperate with you from the inside."

A sound suddenly came from the ceiling. Anan looked up and saw only a swaying shadow.

So there are six?

"Twilight and Stone Lions will distract and delay the Empire's attention. Gray Mist, you will provide support for them from the outside."

"I'm fine with it, as long as you're sure Blackwatch will also make a move."

"They have no way of backing out now."

Annan was still pondering where the Chaotic Cult's confidence came from when a voice suddenly rang out: "What do you think, just to save your uncle?"

Annan paused for a moment before realizing he was being called: "I think the plan is a bit simplistic. With these people, can they really rescue my uncle right under the empire's nose?"

If the Chaos Cult were to succeed, how much money would the Empire have to spare?

"Young people are still clinging to naive fantasies..."

The voice chuckled and said, "I understand."

(End of this chapter)