Alien world

Chapter 1784, Section 417: Philosopher's Sister-in-Law

Annan's gaze fell on the shadow under the hood, and he tentatively asked, "Sister-in-law?"

"What sister-in-law?" A cold voice came from inside the hood.

“Maria is my partner, her brother Jerry is your lover, so aren’t you my sister-in-law?”

Thinking of Jerry, a hint of softness flashed across his vertical pupils beneath the hood, before his expression hardened.

"You can call me Philosophy."

“Okay, sister-in-law Philosophy.”

Phyllis used Annan's rhetoric directly: "You are Maria's master. Jerry trusts his sister, his sister trusts you, so I can trust you too."

“Thank you, but I need to correct you first. Maria is my partner, not my servant.” Annan held up one finger. “We humans don’t have such a strict class system as the ratmen, at least not in Free City.”

“Awkward humans,” Philosopher’s sister-in-law said calmly. “I only have one hour to move around, and we can talk for thirteen minutes.”

At the counter not far away, the four-armed bee demon placed an hourglass on the counter.

Annan guessed that there might actually be fourteen or fifteen minutes left, but as mentioned before, the rat people really love the number "thirteen," and female rat people even take pride in giving birth to thirteen in one litter.

Annan cut straight to the point: "Was it your plan to have the Rat King participate in the bloody war?"

"Yes, it messed up the mission just like I did back then. I'm a priest, so I don't have to take responsibility for failure. The Rat King is different. Even if it's absolved of its sins, it can't become the Rat King again unless it uses a bloody war."

"Are you sure?"

"which aspect?"

Philosophy's siblings didn't know whether Annan was asking if the Rat King was confident of winning, or if he could gain power after winning.

"All of them."

Philosopher's siblings said that the bloody war was decided by High Priest McKenne and the various clans themselves, and they would not go back on their word. As for whether they were confident in defeating the Rat King, her answer was: "There are not many beings who can defeat the Rat King."

"So there is, right?" Annan had an idea. "Could we eliminate some threatening competitors off the field and help the Rat King become the final victor in the bloody war?"

Coincidentally, Philosopher's siblings had the same idea, but they hadn't been able to do it before.

It would be exposed the moment it appeared. Annan, on the other hand, was not suspected in this regard, and even if he were discovered, it could be said that the devils harmed each other.

The only question is whether the Rat King will accept this less-than-honorable victory?
"We are rat people."

Philosopher's sister-in-law's words carried a hint of self-deprecation: "The Rat King does indeed have several major competitors, including one you know. Is that succubus one of yours?"

"Well, sort of..."

"And the black dragon, is it also one of yours?"

"Well, you could say that..."

The black pearl is easy to explain, but Ruth's situation is a bit complicated.

In the end, Annan decided to tell his siblings, Firos, part of his purpose in disguising himself as a succubus. As a priestess of the Macken ratmen, she might know something too.

"Only the High Priest and the Elder know about the far north."

"Ok."

The mysteries of the far north are growing ever larger. No one knows what the demons and ratmen are hiding. "Give me a list of your competitors."

“The ratmen will bring it to you later,” said Philosopher’s sister-in-law.

Annan glanced at the nearly empty hourglass on the counter: "One last question, is Jerry with you?"

The gray-haired rat priestess remained silent. She didn't want to talk about her affairs with anyone, but she knew that Annan wasn't an outsider, and in some ways, he might even be their "benefactor": "The clan forbids gray-haired rats and brown-haired rats from mating. Jerry's only chance is to pass the trial, gain the opportunity to undergo a blood transfusion, and compete for the slim probability of transforming into a gray-haired rat..."

"is it hard?"

“It’s very difficult…” Philosopher’s sister-in-law lowered her head.

“If you can contact him, please pass on two messages for me. Maria hopes he takes good care of himself. And there’s something else I want to say…” Annan paused slightly, then said earnestly, “Liberty City is your support. We will overcome any difficulties together.” The distance that Philosopher’s sister-in-law had shown since entering the room gradually melted away at this moment.

After Firos and his sister-in-law left, Annan returned to Beludona's side.

"It seems you're confident now?" Berdona noticed that Annan had become much more composed.

"Absolutely as stable as it gets." Annan gave a thumbs up.

Whether Ruth wins, the Rat King wins, or the Black Pearl wins, in the end, it's Annam who wins!

Annan will lead Liberty City on the path to victory!

……

Philosophy's sister-in-law acted in accordance with her personality, and before long, Annan received a list delivered by a mouse.

Annan scanned the names on the list: Nazar the Dread Knight; Elegy of the Skinner; Ancestral Spirit of the Rotten Tyrant; Skullcutter... the Filthy Nest...

Just by hearing their names, you can tell how formidable they are.

In addition to their registered identities, the list also includes their approximate locations.

Would it be too noisy to kill them all?
As Annan was thinking this, there was a sudden noise outside the window. Just as he hid the list, Ruth climbed in through the window.

"Why not go through the door?"

Annan looked helplessly at Russ, who had returned looking like a thief.

"I hate the way that four-armed bee demon looks at me; it looks at me like I'm a thief..."

Is not it?
Annan thought to himself, then casually asked, "The bloody battle is in two days. Are you ready?"

"I was just about to tell you that I'm not coming back. I'm prepared to kill someone, or be killed by someone!"

The fanaticism in Ruth's eyes seemed more like that of an orc than a succubus, Annan had to remind him: "Don't forget the task Lady Biros gave you."

"You don't understand. Only by relentlessly pursuing victory can you have the right to lift the torch of victory!"

Compared to the earnest and pure-hearted Ruth, Annan was as despicable as an adult.

To prove he wasn't a dirty adult, Annan held out his hand: "Give me some money."

……

Ruth left with nothing. Even as she was leaving, she still couldn't understand how Olme could have said those words so calmly.

Because Annan is going to take out a bunch of competitors, he is indirectly clearing obstacles for Russ.

If Black Pearl hadn't never come back, Annan would have asked her for some money at least once.

In the empty cellar, Annan and Berudona are secretly plotting.

Will your uncle help?

“It is neutral,” Berdona emphasized.

Annan understood that they needed an "anchor point" to establish themselves in the rat-people city-state.

"If it's just the two of us, we'll have to resort to some less-than-honorable methods..."

"This is something you're good at."

"You're too modest. You're a devil. Who can outwit you with your schemes and tricks?"

"Don't underestimate yourself. You are a champion warlock who single-handedly made the demon legion commander run around in circles."

Annan and Berudona defered to each other, neither willing to let their image be damaged.

(End of this chapter)