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Chapter 1735, Section 368: Shopping in Annam, the Baron Pays the Bill

At this moment, Gray Mist also spoke up: "Young Master Olme..."

"You called me only to save your uncle."

"Just for...what?"

Annan puffed out his chest: "This is my code name. You can call me Uncle if you think it's too long."

Gray Mist chuckled: "You're very bold."

"Of course, I stood on the opposite side of the empire to save my uncle."

After being teased by Annan, Gray Fog gave up on testing Annan, but only temporarily.

At the agreed time, the figures from the stone pillar hut gradually left.

As the gray fog passed through Annan, it suddenly stopped: "'Just to save your uncle,' your identity is no longer suitable for showing your face in the Montreal Mountains. Come with me, you need to change your face."

Annan looked at the Baron, who then followed behind the gray fog.

"it is good."

Walking through the treasure layer, I saw that due to Annan's intervention, the bottom nest had changed drastically. The suffering poor people that used to be everywhere had disappeared, replaced by professionals dressed as mercenaries.

Because the Underground Nest naturally possesses the attribute of being far from regulation, those dark forces that cannot exist in the sunlight gradually breed, and the Shadow Brotherhood, intelligence dealers, and all sorts of shady forces gather here.

"The old nest wasn't like this. There was no dignity, no hope, only poor people who couldn't survive. But later, everything changed because of the arrival of one person," Gray Mist said with a touch of emotion.

"Annan?"

"It seems you know it too."

The gray fog's gaze made Anan suspect that he knew something... but there was no reason for him to know.

Is it just a simple compliment, like the Baron being a fan?
This is interesting... They are not in the Chaos Cult, yet their names are still circulating... The Chaos Cult should perhaps be renamed the Annan Support Group.

It's a real pity that the Empire got there first; otherwise, Annam could have also laid out its own chaotic religious schemes.

Annan followed Gray Mist and the Baron to a bustling underground market and entered a chaotic cult stronghold dominated by ratmen.

Most of the people coming and going are Stun ratmen, just as I suspected... they're colluding with the Chaos Cult...

The person applying makeup to Annan was also a Sturn ratman. Annan let the ratman work on his face without worrying about his disguise being exposed—this was a technique of the dark elves, one that even the Chaos Cult couldn't detect.

The Stoan ratman pressed a face skin onto Annan's face and then smeared a cool, mineral-powder potion on it.

"Human thing, your skin is so nice."

“It’s like that in our family. My aunt looks more than twenty years younger than my uncle,” Annan said casually.

Before long, the ratman brought a mirror, and Annan in the mirror became an ordinary man with a sallow and rough complexion, who would hardly be noticed by anyone walking on the street.

"Well done."

Ignoring the ratman's outstretched hand demanding money, Annan returned to the Baron's side.

"This is much better," the baron commented, though he didn't know what was better.

Gray Fog dismissed the unwilling ratman and said, "Your current identity is Drummond. You've come to accompany your uncle, Jim Kelly, to visit friends in the Montreal Mountains."

"understood."

After briefly arranging their identities, Gray Mist escorted them out of the bottom nest and then left in another direction.

“I’ve never been to Montreal Hills before,” the Baron remarked.

"Perfect timing, shall I show you around?"

Baron Jim Kelly did not refuse, and Annan pushed the wheelchair straight to Liberty Street.

"Baron, you're a fan of Annan, you must know what local specialties Liberty City has, right?"

"The wheelchair I'm standing in is it."

"Wheelchairs? They're so outdated, models are all the rage now..."

What model?

“It has everything, Annan Reeves, characters from magical images, and ‘The Singer’.”

"A national singer?"

"You haven't seen it? That's great... I mean, it's such a pity. This is a masterpiece of Annan's family love. Tens of millions of people on the continent of Allen have seen it..." The confused baron hadn't even figured out what was going on when he was half-forced to buy the complete set of "The People's Singer" magic stones and a bunch of models.

Seeing Anan eagerly rush into the shops as soon as he entered Freedom Street and empty the shelves, the Baron looked at him strangely: "Why have you been urging me to buy things?"

"Since you've never been to Liberty City, you can only learn about it through these things."

"Understanding Liberty City doesn't necessarily mean you have to buy anything..."

"Most of Annan's talent lies in these creations. How can you understand him if you don't buy his things?"

"That makes sense..."

Baron Jim Kelly was persuaded, and the waiter's eyes lit up: "Sir, you have excellent communication skills. Would you be interested in applying for a position with us? High salary guaranteed—"

"Not interested in."

Without a second thought, Annan refused, pointing to the shelf and saying, "I don't want this one, and I'll wrap up the rest."

Before long, Annan, carrying a large bag of goods, pushed the Baron out, then went into the shop next door, and their conversation could be heard.

"I don't need glasses..."

"Can you see what a person looks like from fifty meters away?"

"Do not……"

"Then I'll buy... Hello, could you show me those crystal glasses?"

"I have a wheelchair now..."

"They're all so old. Here's the latest model, with folding and padding features. It's lightweight and breathable, a must-have for seniors at home."

"I don't drink..."

"This is no ordinary wine; it's a distilled spirit produced in Free City, and even the dwarves who have tasted it say it's excellent."

Before he could even admire the street scene after arriving at Freedom Street, the Baron inexplicably bought a whole bunch of things.

"Can you still take it?"

The baron, with shopping bags hanging from his legs, hands, and even neck, asked helplessly, but he wasn't angry.

"I can't take any more."

Annan, whose belongings were no more numerous than the Baron's, asked in a low voice, "Baron, do you have a place to stay?"

Where should I find accommodation since this is my first time here?

"It's alright," Annan said, indicating it wasn't a big problem, and then asked the waiter, "Do you offer delivery service?"

"Where would you like it delivered to?" the waiter asked with a smile.

"Is a bottom nest okay?"

"Uh, there will be an additional delivery fee..."

Annan's expression brightened: "Money is no problem. Please deliver all these items to the small house on the third stone pillar from the left in the treasure level."

"Cough cough cough..."

Baron Jim Kelly coughed forcefully, and Annan leaned over to ask, "Are you feeling unwell again?"

"No... cough, let's go somewhere else."

Annan realized something, straightened up, and changed his question to, "How much will it cost to deliver it to Mondstadt?"

"Gentlemen, Mondstadt is far away, and the travel expenses are high..."

“Just name your price, and we’ll decide whether it’s suitable or not,” Annan said, keeping his eyes on the Baron.

What else could the Baron say?

Money wasn't that important to him, especially since he had captured so many nobles; their wealth was enough to buy half the goods on the street.

They quickly made their way to the theater, browsing from shop to shop.

"Is that the Moonlight Opera House?" the Baron asked. "They say that moonlight shines into the Moonlight Opera House at night, and ghosts dance on the stage?"

(End of this chapter)