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Chapter 1742, Section 375: No matter what, the money is mine.

Although Annan had heard similar words many times, this time they were spoken by the vice-chairman of the Imperial Court.

"I accept your terms."

Perfect timing! Annan also wanted to know what Chaos was up to in the north.

The deputy judge seemed unsurprised by Annan's reply and summoned Gandhi: "Bring the body here."

"I'm with you."

Annan walked over.

At this point in the story, something unexpected always happens, such as the body disappearing or being stolen by criminals... Annan didn't want to waste any more energy looking for the body.

The deputy judge watched their retreating figures, silently pondering Annan's words: "When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss also gazes into you."

Soon, Annan and his men carried the person over.

The deputy warden stood up, and Gandhi helped him to the body.

Baron Jim Kelly was already emaciated, and after being dead for several tens of minutes, he looked ashen and lifeless as if he had been dead for several days.

The deputy judge affixed the trial documents to the large hole in the Baron's chest, and Annan once again felt the divine power surging forth, drawing upon the magical vortex.

click-

With a soft crack like chains breaking, the deputy judge retrieved the documents.

"The prisoner is yours, but he must tell you everything he knows, and he must never show his face under this identity again."

"Don't worry, I'll make Jim Carrey tell me even how old he was when he wet the bed."

Jim Carrey?

“The new name I gave him.” Annan took a wheelchair from his magic ring, lifted the baron into it, and hurried toward the carriage.

Gandhi watched Annan's retreating figure.

"Deputy Warden, you seem to have a lot of faith in Annan Reeves?"

"Isn't it the same for you?"

Gandhi said, "I just think that someone who is the Lord of Liberty City, who would personally risk his life for Blackwatch, could not possibly be a bad person."

……

Since the Skeleton King was not suitable to come to Montreal Hills at this time, Annan opted to have the Black Widow come instead to preside over the lich conversion ritual.

In the basement, the person in charge, Sack, hesitated, "Lord Annan, isn't it a bit too much for us to do this kind of thing in the capital...?"

Annan asked him, "Who is in charge of the capital?"

"The Knights...and the Inquisition!"

"Oulin and the presiding judge are both my people, who can control me?"

If Annan used to be able to sleep wherever he wanted, now he can sleep with whomever he wants!

The greatest gain from the trip to the Montreal mountains was not rescuing Blackwatch, but gaining the approval of the court.

Despite being an outsider, Annan gained the trust of the National Army. This would become one of his greatest assets in the future.

"let's start."

As Annan finished speaking, the Black Widow poured out the potion needed for the ritual, and negative magic began to swirl around the Baron's naked body.

The temperature in the basement, filled with the aura of the dead, plummeted. The baron's withered body faded rapidly, like a painting submerged in water. His skin and flesh seemed to be burned by an invisible fire, becoming increasingly shriveled and merging into his pale skeleton.

"Unwilling dead, yearning for eternity, follow my guidance and reach the shores of eternity..."

The Black Widow began chanting a long string of incantations that Annan couldn't understand, which lasted for several minutes.
call--

A spark of soul fire suddenly ignited in the Baron's eye sockets. "Hiss...so cold..."

Annan was surprised that the first thing the Baron said when he woke up was, "Shouldn't hell be hot?"

Baron Jim Kelly awkwardly turned his head to look at Annan, who had already shed his disguise: "Should I call you Annan, or Young Master Olme..."

"Call me whatever you like, just don't blame me for keeping it a secret from you."

“I understand… why is it so cold?” Baron Jim Kelly, who was now just a skeleton, suddenly hugged himself and trembled uncontrollably.

Annan looked at Black Widow: "What did you mix into the magic?"

"I didn't add anything." Black Widow felt wronged. Apart from adding a drug to Annan's drink, she hadn't done anything else.

How could a novice lich be so cold that he's shivering?
Could it be because of the Obsidian Stigmata?
"Is it serious?" Annan asked him.

“No… rather than being able to overcome it, it’s a good thing.” Baron Kin Kelly stood up, asked Annan for a cloak, and the soul fire in his eyes flickered weakly: “Liches are the product of mortals’ pursuit of immortality, the price of which is the stripping away of all emotions. But this coldness makes me feel that I am still alive.”

“I apologize for disturbing you from your slumber without your consent.” Annan handed the Baron’s life box to it. “You can choose whether to end it at any time.”

Baron Jim Kelly did not accept the life-or-death casket that could decide his own fate: "So, Annan, you have awakened me from my long slumber. What do you need me to do for you?"

“I think you’re a genius. Your life shouldn’t end as an elite of the Chaos Cult, despised by the world… I need your abilities. Liberty City will be a better place because of you, and the world will sing your new song, Jim Carrey.”

"You got my notes?"

"Yes, I've given it to Tina. She's an excellent illusionist."

“I know her; she’s on the credits of Magic Imaging,” Baron Jim Kelly said. “I don’t care about reputation.”

Whether in life or now, after dying once, what the world says about him is unimportant.

Annan told Black Widow to leave the basement first, and instead of continuing to persuade the Baron, he asked him a few questions: "Do you like Emma?"

"Which kind of liking?" the Baron countered.

"Are there many kinds?"

"In the past, liking was about love and possession; later, liking turned into obsession."

"So, do you like Liberty City?"

Baron Jim Kelly whispered, "It's more like longing. To me, your Liberty City is the embodiment of everything wonderful."

“What about the magical image?” Annan asked again.

"It inspired me and made me believe that I am capable of anything in the world of fantasy."

"I'm not very good at persuading others..."

Annan extended his hand to the Baron: "So all I can say is, come on, let's invent something as great as the magical images."

"I don't think I have a reason to refuse."

Baron Jim Kelly looked at Annan's outstretched hand and extended his own: "It is my honor to be valued by the renowned Annan Reeves."

Hold the two hands together.

Annan let out a long sigh of relief, closed the distance between them and said, "We finally succeeded. You have no idea how much I paid to revive you."

Annan had no choice but to agree to the deputy judge's request to personally infiltrate the chaotic sect and risk his life to investigate—although he did so voluntarily, it was indeed a huge price to pay.

"I'll introduce you to Tina when we get back. I think you'll have a lot in common."

"Oh, by the way, there's one more thing."

Annan, gripping Baron Jim Kelly's hand, stared intently at it: "Where did you put all your money?"

(End of this chapter)