Alien world

Chapter 1745, Chapter 378: Is this even possible?
"I didn't ask you for compensation, so you don't need to deny it."

The rat-man priest laughed in fury, then suddenly changed his tone: "With a brain so distorted, you're definitely a demon. This place has been exposed, and the humans are coming soon. If you don't want to be caught, come with me!"

"Hey, even though you're a mouse yourself, you can't slander me..."

Annan followed the ratman priest and the other rats in the stronghold into the tunnel—everything was as Annan had expected.

If Annam were to infiltrate other strongholds of the Chaotic Cult, he would be unfamiliar with the area and know no one. Even if he managed to disguise himself flawlessly, he would still be suspected of having problems.

The ratmen are different. They are Stun ratmen, and based on Annan's understanding of Stun creatures, they have a penchant for collecting various races to improve their bloodlines.

Moreover, being a male succubus, they couldn't possibly give up on him.

Following the gray-haired rat priest through the underground labyrinth that never changed direction, Annan could sense that they were moving forward while also descending, as they were fleeing out of Montreal Hill.

The tunnels were a mix of new and old, suggesting the ratmen had been secretly digging them for a long time. However, with this prison break exposed, whatever their previous plans, they had to abandon them.

After wandering around in the tunnel for several tens of minutes, when the only way to find out was by guesswork, a faint light appeared ahead.

As I emerged from the hole, fresh air from the outside rushed into my nostrils.

Annan looked back; they had already left Montreal Hill.

Albek, I'm back!

As expected of the ratman clan, who are most skilled in disguise and assassination, the ratman priest actually dug up a carriage buried not far from the cave entrance, and then disguised himself as a merchant and slowly drove towards the outskirts.

Inside the carriage, the gray-haired rat priest finally had time to question the suspicious male succubus.

"Who do you belong to?"

Baron Jim Kelly.

"How come I don't remember the Baron having succubi under his command?"

"Because I am his assistant in his evil creations, unlike you."

The gray-haired rat priest said nothing more; everyone in the Chaos Cult knew that the Baron had been capturing nobles and tinkering with some kind of nonsense.

“The baron is dead. You’ll be following us from now on,” said the gray-haired rat priest.

"Why should I?" Annan shouted. "I'm not a member of your Chaotic Cult. I was just helping out along the way."

"I can get you into the Chaos Cult."

"Who cares?" Annan asked, looking uninterested.

The gray-haired rat priest rasped, "What the baron can give you, we can give you too."

“I get a good salary from the Baron every day, while you ratmen are so poor…” Annan crossed his arms and looked at the gray-haired rat priest, giving it a deep and unforgettable eye roll.

"Ten times," the gray-haired rat priest uttered. "Come, my men, I'll give you ten times more than the baron."

"It's not that I don't trust you..."

Without further ado, the gray-haired rat priest tossed him a money bag.

When Annan opened it, he found the purse filled with gems the size of pigeon eggs.

“Actually, I am half a Stoan ratman.” Annan’s eyes were firm.

Is it worth spending a bag of gems to rent a succubus?

From a human perspective, buying a rare male succubus is worthwhile. From a ratman's perspective, succubi don't have much meat on them, and they're not within their aesthetic range, so they know nothing about them.

But for the priests of the Stunn clan, a male succubus could bring them a hundred times the benefit—because it could impregnate a female ratman and give birth to a ratman with succubus blood.

As the gray-haired rat priest fantasized about bringing the male succubus back to his tribe to receive the high priest's reward, the carriage gradually slowed down.

"The carriage ahead, please submit to inspection!"

With such a major incident occurring in Montreal Hills, even if the court turned a blind eye, martial law couldn't have been lifted. The gray-haired rat priest gripped his spine staff, preparing to force his way in, but Annan stopped him: "Let me handle this."

Annan leaned out of the window and saw the city guards and a group of knights setting up a roadblock at the intersection. The knights looked familiar; they seemed to be Oulin's men.

As they looked toward them, Annan lifted his cloak, revealing his succubus features.

"I am Annan, carrying out a secret mission from our ancestors."

The knights and city guards were momentarily confused, but when they saw Annan roll up his sleeves, revealing a corner of his gold bracelet, they were filled with awe.

"I'm sorry, Your Excellency Annan, I didn't recognize you just now."

"It's nothing, I'm going over there."

Without the slightest hesitation, the imperial soldiers moved the roadblocks to let the carriage pass.

Turning back, Annan met the gray-haired rat priest's ambiguous smile: "Annan?"

"In human territory, what could be more convenient than this identity?"

The gray-haired rat priest remained noncommittal: "Legend has it that the Annamite creatures have succubus blood?"

"Is there such a thing?"

……

North of the Montreal Mountains lies a small town called Tower.

It is called this because Tazhen is famous for its bone handicrafts, especially a small Jingguan made by gluing skulls together to form a tower-like tree.

The Empire has an ancient tradition of erecting a mound of enemy skulls in front of their homes during the New Year to display their honor. However, as the Central Plains has become more peaceful, the collected skulls have been lost or damaged due to improper maintenance or various accidents, such as being cooked by children or broken during snowball fights. In addition, with fewer enemies, they can only buy tower trees in Tower Town to stand in front of their homes.

Large quantities of "raw materials" are delivered to Tower Town every day, making it difficult for the Chaos Cult to detect their use of it as a retreat point.

After entering the town of Ta, Annan followed the rat-man priest out of the carriage and walked on the street.

The shops lining the street are all craft stores, and everywhere you look, there are all sorts of bone creations. There are skeletal seats made of tibia bones for the frame, rib bones for the backrest, and skull bones for the armrests; there are skull wind chimes made by children from other tribes that jingle in the wind; and there are hand bone weathervanes on the eaves.

Of course, the most common type is the tower-shaped skull tree, ranging from one meter to three or four meters in height. There is even a giant tower tree that looks exactly like a mature pine tree standing at the crossroads.

Compared to the human towns next to the empire, it looks more like a small town under the jurisdiction of some skeleton kingdom.

Annan asked a five-story tree, about half a person's height, "How much is this?"

The hawking apprentice replied, "One gold coin."

Even by Montreal's standards, that's not low.

"And this one?" Annan pointed to the tower tree next to him, with its protruding jaw and grotesque skull, clearly resembling an orc's head.

"Also 1 gold."

Orcs are warriors, so it's only natural that they should be priced the same as humans.

"Do you have an Elf Tower here?" Annan asked curiously.

The apprentice gave Annan, who was hiding in the black robe, a few strange looks: "This is out of stock, it has to be made to order."

"And what about the dwarves?"

"Dwarfs don't sell."

"why?"

"Dwarves have flat heads. They have to build six or even seven layers to be as tall as other races with five layers. If they sell them cheaply, they lose money. If they sell them expensively, nobody wants them."

(End of this chapter)