Alien world

Chapter 1736, Page 369: The Day of the Execution
"Yeah, it's nothing special. Magical images aren't that interesting. I've seen them so many times."

Annan dismissed the baron's idea. Watching two hours of magical videos would only earn ten silver coins, barely enough to make a profit. He'd rather buy more things.

Baron Jim Kelly could only watch as Annan pushed his wheelchair, turned around, and drove further and further away from the Moonlight Opera House...

Having escaped the trap, Annan was unexpectedly confronted by an acquaintance.

Ahead, a group of knights strolled along the street.

Oulin?

What is she doing on Freedom Street? Is she looking for me?

Annan was worried about being recognized by acquaintances, so he walked past with his head down, but he was still suddenly called back.

"stop."

Annan tried to pretend he hadn't heard and continue walking, but was stopped by two knights on horseback.

Holding the baron's shoulder to stop him from making a move, Annan looked up: "Your Excellency, were you calling me?"

Olin's scrutinizing gaze swept over the Baron and landed on Annan: "You..."

“I am Drummond, and I am here with my uncle Jim Kelly to visit a friend in the Montreal Hills,” Annan said, rattling off his words like beads.

Oulin remained silent, looking Anan up and down, her gaze lingering on Anan's boots, revealing her understanding.

Annan was inexplicably annoyed. If he weren't afraid of being discovered by the Baron and the chaotic cultists secretly watching him, he would have definitely questioned her about what she meant.

That said, how did she recognize him?
Turning her gaze away, Oulin led her team to continue strolling down the street.

"You scared me! I thought I'd been discovered..." Annan said to the Baron on purpose, glancing down and suddenly realizing how Oulin had recognized him.

The ancestor gave him the golden skull bracelet, so he naturally knew his place in the world.

"Who is that girl?" the Baron asked.

“Olin, the commander of the Knights, a member of the Golden Family, a remarkable figure,” Annan said as he walked into a shop.

"Why are you still..."

"We've bought so much stuff, wouldn't it be suspicious if the Knights suddenly stopped buying? Consider this a way to calm our nerves..."

In two hours, he bought goods that nearly filled three carriages, squeezing out over a hundred gold nars. Annan finally stopped this money-spending spree and rented a luxury suite at the Dawn Tavern branch on Freedom Street.

We don't know what Baron Jim Carrey was feeling.

Annan felt incredibly fulfilled, another day of dedicating himself to Free City—what lord would be so personally involved in promoting the specialties of his territory?
The master bedroom terrace of the luxury suite offers a perfect view of the Moonlight Opera House, fulfilling one of the Baron's dreams.

Most of the items were returned, leaving only a few models on the table. The Baron looked at them and said, "I've never strolled around like this before..."

Although he had been shopping all the time, the Baron, who rarely went out, truly experienced a long-lost joy.

"Mr. Olme, I should thank you."

"You've said thank you far too many times." Annan hadn't expected the Baron to be so easily satisfied.

Moreover, the Baron wasn't inherently that bad; at least he wasn't like those lunatics from the Chaos Cult.

All I can say is that he's another person trapped in his memories...

As dusk fell and the lights came on, Liberty Street, lined with streetlights, was brighter than many streets in the Montreal Hills. There were more pedestrians than during the day, and the sound of magical images being projected in the distance made it seem like an open-air banquet was being held.

The baron gazed at this scene for a long time, then suddenly looked up at a shadow rising in the sky.

Annan understood why O'Lin was there; she must have resolved the flight restriction issue, allowing the reconnaissance airship to finally hover over the Montreal mountains.

Hanging on the airship was a cluster of stars, resembling an elliptical ring, with a line of glowing text in the center: [Advertising space available. For airship or advertising purchases, please contact Ms. Moni of Freedom Street.] Many people on the street looked up, curiously observing the magical text floating in the air.

Baron Jim Kelly was also watching, and after a short while, the bedroom door opened, making him turn around.

Annan, dressed neatly, stood at the door.

"Aren't you going to the Moonlight Opera House? Let's go."

……

Time quietly brought us to the last day of May.
For many, it was an ordinary day, but for many others, it was also a special day.

The Blackwatch Legion, who betrayed the Empire, will be executed on their final day.

The faint light that broke through the eastern horizon resembled the belly of a fish. The morning mist enveloped the streets, where the hustle and bustle had subsided. On the damp cobblestones, the dull, rhythmic sound of footsteps gradually echoed.

Priests clad in black robes emerged from the mist, forming two lines and solemnly leading the black-armored Nationalist soldiers and the dozen or so figures in the prison carts behind them.

In the circular plaza, the court's instructors stood like black walls on the perimeter, with only one entrance open to allow the procession of the Black Watchers to enter.

Covered in wounds and tortured, Albek and the others were led out of the prison cart, taken to the execution platform, and pushed to the guillotine.

As a barbaric nation that turned skulls into various collectibles and works of art, the empire did not promote the more "civilized" method of hanging, but instead still used the bloody and primitive guillotine to ensure that the skulls of the dead remained intact so that they could be piled up into mounds of skulls.

In comparison, they thought the Liberty City brothers were good in every way, except that hanging was too crude. The neck bones of those hanged were easily broken, damaging the integrity of the skull's spine, making it impossible to make a spine sword or staff.

The Blackwatch Legion Commander and the Chief Mage are not in the prison cart; their positions are too high, and their connections with the nobility are too deep, so they need to be interrogated.

The prisoner was escorted to the square, and then they waited quietly for the moment of execution to arrive.

As the morning mist gradually dissipated, more pedestrians appeared on the street. They gathered outside the human wall in the circular square and began to whisper among themselves.

"Why is it the National Revolutionary Army...? Who is the prisoner?"

"You don't know? They are the Black Watch..."

"Isn't the Blackwatch Legion fighting Chaos in the north?"

"How long has it been since you last checked the news? Blackwatch has betrayed us..."

"You're wrong. Blackwatch didn't betray us. It was Staff Officer Albek who betrayed us, causing the entire legion to be wiped out."

"Albek?"

"It's that old man..."

The whispers grew louder and louder until, at a certain moment, emotions were ignited, erupting into a thunderous roar.

Traitors deserve to die!

"Your head should be made into a mound of skulls!"

"You traitor, die!"

Albek and his companions lowered their heads, letting their unkempt hair cast shadows on their faces.

"How much longer?"

Gandhi glanced at the time and replied, "Your Honor, there are thirty-five minutes left."

"Beware of martial law; heretics from the Chaotic Cult may come to rescue their comrades."

"Yes."

The detection spells swept across the circular plaza, detecting the malice of the surrounding crowd. This malice was unleashed upon Albek and his companions without reservation... or perhaps it was them?
(End of this chapter)