Alien world

Chapter 1818, Section 451: Don't delay your uncle's money-making.
Did something go wrong?
However, Dad said she had just received a letter from Irilanze a few days ago, and that she was temporarily delayed due to some matters concerning her tribe and would not be able to return until later.

Relieved, Anan headed straight for the station.

On his way there, Annan had prepared to tell the black mole the truth, but when he saw the black mole, covered in dirt and full of expectation, emerge from the ground, Annan suddenly couldn't bear to tell it that "the rat-man elder is dead."

Olmedo's deduction was not wrong; Annan did indeed fall for it.

The reason it didn't work earlier was simply because Annan and she had the same idea, and then Annan won the move.

The black mole was still hopping around: "Did Uncle send you? What did it say?"

"Your uncle said... it's busy, so you can have fun in Liberty City."

Annan decided to tell a white lie; after all, children can easily forget things when they're playing.

"Can I go see it?" the black mole asked, missing his uncle.

"Don't stop your uncle from making money!"

……

In the end, Annan did not tell the Black Mole the truth, but only told Maria and Gale.

"Gail, can you and Black Mole take over the positions of elders of the Ratmen?"

"impossible……"

Gale shook her head. It was true that she was a gray rat, but she was just a gray rat noble without any real position. This was evident from the fact that the rat elder had asked her to seduce Annan. If Gale had a higher status, it would have been the rat elder who had come to seduce Annan.

Maria didn't need to ask. Letting a brown-haired rat be an elder of the ratmen was like letting a goblin be one of the thirteen supreme kings—even a madman wouldn't do that.

As for the black mole... although there is a system of inheritance among the ratmen, it is not even a ratman.

With the Ratman Elder dead, the Bloodthirsty Clan behind him will surely put forward a new Ratman Elder, and no one knows the new Ratman Elder's attitude towards Free City.

Why was it that Annan had been in one-way contact with the rat-man elders all along?

Ultimately, it was the ratman elder who insisted on getting involved—although judging from his final self-destruction, he didn't seem to be so loyal to the clan, but rather controlled by fel energy.

"Never mind who succeeds us, as long as it covets the benefits of the Broken Mountains, it will definitely contact us."

Having largely resolved matters in Liberty City, Annan, along with Albek, stepped through the portal leading directly to Montreal Hill.

The Montreal Hills welcome their loyal, uh…brother.

A few days later, the Montreal Hills had completely changed their appearance.

Every household hung their fathers' treasured armor and weapons outside their doors. There were far fewer pedestrians on the streets and far more patrolling soldiers, giving the impression that war was imminent.

Annan guessed the same way. The war mobilization was complete, the fattened nobles had been slaughtered, the self-inflicted suffering had been staged—if they didn't act now, it would be like a nobleman who had been feasting every night suddenly stopping his banquets and instead going to church to pray every day. He claimed he had heard the gospel of the Lord, but who believed him? Everyone would probably think he was simply incapacitated—

Ugh, this damn chaotic thinking, I need to change back to normal right away!
At Albek's request, Annan handed him over to the court and then forced Gandhi to lead him to see the Hundred-Faced Demon.

With a pastry offered, the shapeshifter transformed him back into a human.

Annan changed into a mage's robe, waved the loose sleeves, and said that his own clothes were still the most comfortable to wear.

"It's still clear-headed after I turn back, and I'm not affected by the abyss," Annan remarked.

"The Abyss? It wouldn't affect you anyway." The shapeshifter grabbed a pastry, poked a hole in it with her long, slender finger, and then sucked on it. "You only transformed into a succubus; your soul is still human. You've never been to the Abyss, so how could it affect you?"

For the sake of the two pastries, the ever-changing demon said one more thing, but Annan didn't appreciate it.

"I do not believe!"

Doesn't that mean his behavior during this period was all genuine?
This is impossible!

……

"I was just about to teach this demon who had offended me a lesson when the black dragon appeared..."

Later that evening, at the Montreal estate at the foot of the mountains, Annan massaged his patriarch's shoulders and briefly recounted the adventure.

During this trip to the North, Annan encountered far too many beings he was currently powerless to deal with, and desperately needed to replenish his sense of security. What could be more reassuring than the loving laughter of his ancestor?

Upon learning of Annan's return, Oulin left the Knights a few minutes early and returned to the manor.

She handed the reins to a servant and learned that Annan and the old lady were in the garden, so she walked around the mansion. As she approached, she heard Annan coaxing the old lady.

"Sister Aries..."

Every time she heard that piercing "Airiyes," Oulin felt as if Annan was stepping on her face with his boots, a burning sensation that she didn't know whether to feel ashamed or in pain.

The rumors circulating outside that Annam was of royal blood were sometimes not without merit. Not to mention outsiders, even the children of the Golden Family wouldn't dare to speak to their ancestor like that.

"Sister Oulin is back?"

Annan, trying to act innocent, accidentally let slip what he was saying.

"elder sister?"

Oulin suppressed the chill, but the price was that a layer of bumps appeared on the skin behind the armor.

“Let’s each stick to our own way. I’ll call you ‘elder sister,’ and you can call the Ancestor ‘ancestor,’” Annan said.

O'Lin didn't want to be disgusted by Annan anymore, so she said that she had met a priest from the Inquisition on her way back and asked her to inform Annan to come over when he had time.

It's probably Albek who woke up.

"I'll go over now."

Annan, who was squatting next to his ancestor, stood up.

"Oulin, you've just come back and you're already taking Xiao Anan away from me?" the old ancestor complained.

Annan quickly coaxed, "Sister Elies, I won't leave today. I'll come back to keep you company later."

He suddenly had a bold idea.

"Or, shall I take you with me?"

"No."

"Okay."

The ancestor and Oulin spoke at the same time.

"It's ok."

The old ancestor said with a smile, "I haven't been to the mountain for many years."

In recent years, the patriarch has rarely left the estate, and he didn't even attend the grand events hosted by the Montreal Golden Family.

Annan's first reaction was not to become arrogant because of his favored status, but to frown.

The old maid came over and pushed the old lady away to change her clothes. Annan asked Oulin, "What has happened on the mountain recently that I don't know about?"

After a few seconds of silence, Oulin revealed a secret known to only a very few people: "...Three days ago, the emperor was assassinated."

"Hiss...!" Annan gasped. "Could it be another act...?"

"No one would dare to be so bold."

If it's not a staged performance... then it must be real!
"The emperor is injured?"

Olin shook her head: "The assassins did not enter the palace gardens around the mountain, but the royal family still considers it a disgrace that has not been seen for hundreds of years."

Annan nodded in agreement: "What's the difference between this and urinating in front of the palace gates? Sorry, I'm still influenced by the Abyss mindset."

Not many people know about this yet. If someone tries to test you, just pretend you don't know.

"Don't worry, I'm a genius at playing dumb."

(End of this chapter)