Alien world

Chapter 1825, Chapter 458: Flowers Need Green Leaves to Set Them Off
The man and woman in front had dark gold hair, while the blonde hair of the brother and sister behind him, who looked to be about the same age as Annan, shone like the midday sun.

They all bowed to their ancestor, and the head of the family, standing at the front, said, "Miss Elies, your arrival has brought great honor to this humble place."

Miss?

Annan dared not ask.

Oulin noticed Annan's confusion and said, "In the family, you are called 'Madam' only after you get married. Before you get married, you are called 'Miss,' and even if you are a thousand years old, you will still be called 'Miss.'"

Annan feigned surprise and said in a voice just loud enough for the ancestor to hear, "Sister Elies is so outstanding, how come she doesn't even have a husband? I know, she must be too strong and looks down on those her peers."

As expected, the ancestor heard Anan's voice, abandoned the younger members of the family who were greeting him, and looked at Anan with doting eyes: "Oh, hehehe, being with little Anan makes me feel fifty years younger."

Annan walked over and coaxed, "Where did you get fifty years old from? Isn't Sister Elies seventeen?"

The man clicked his tongue inwardly. Who would dare to speak to the ancestor like that? Those who are qualified would not say such things to the ancestor, and those who are not qualified do not even have the right to approach the ancestor.

The elder sister, however, had heard a lot about Annan. She looked at Annan with a smile in her eyes, wondering what good qualities he had that made Elies, who had only been able to receive care from one of her clansmen, Oulin, so indulgent towards him for so many years.

“This is not something you should be talking about, outsider.”

An untimely reprimand suddenly rang out. The girl behind the man saw Annan, with his low-class black hair, being so disrespectful to the ancestor and couldn't help but scold him.

Annan was a little unsure of their identities, and with the ancestor present, he obediently shut his mouth and cowered weakly behind the ancestor.

Is this all the Annan Reeves that the women praise him for?
The girl thought that Annan was nothing special, but then she heard her ancestor speak in a kind tone she had never heard before, coaxing, "My little Annan, don't be afraid... Hall, are you here to show me how to teach your offspring?"

Annan gently tugged at the ancestor's sleeve: "Sister Elies, let's not talk about this younger sister. She's right. After all, this is a matter for your family..."

O'Lin opened her eyes wide, as if she were seeing Annan for the first time.

The old ancestor's sisters' eyes twitched. Why... why did she see the shadows of those little bitches in Annan?

Ah, those are things I really miss...

The man glared fiercely at his daughter and quickly apologized to Annan.

Seeing her father, who held a high position, having to apologize to a boy about her age, the daughter was indignant, her eyes filled with resentment that said, "Why should I be the one from the Montreal family?" Before long, she made an excuse to leave with her younger brother.

On the other side, Annan also felt that scheming with young girls was pointless, so he bid farewell to his ancestors, called Peterson, and walked out of the banquet hall.

Not far away, in front of the second-floor handrail, several beautiful young girls dressed in gorgeous long dresses, looking like princesses, gazed at Annan on the stairs.

“That’s Annan Reeves,” Isabel said, pointing at him.

The girls nearby looked over, and the tallest of them, resting her chin on her hand, said, "She's not that pretty, so why are you all so obsessed with her and talking about her all the time?"

"Pruned flowers look best and need greenery to complement them."

As he spoke, Peterson walked over to Annan's side.

"Look!"

The tall girl looked again and immediately joined the exclamations of her friends: "Wow, he's so handsome..."

……

As soon as they walked down the stairs, Oulin caught up with them and saw Annan off.

"Are they all members of the Golden Family?"

"Hmm, and they're all direct descendants, children of our ancestors' brothers and sisters... Are you still holding a grudge?"

Annan denied it outright: "No, I never hold grudges."

I happened to see the girl with several female companions, who were whispering and gossiping about themselves. "...They're like fish bones, disgusting!"

Annam's meteoric rise in a short period of time made many important figures feel that they were witnessing a new legend, but on the other hand, the young, arrogant, and self-important scions of powerful families thought it was nothing special.

Annan deliberately walked around them, but when the girl saw Annan approaching, she shut her mouth.

She might be a little arrogant, but she's not stupid. Even the old ancestor protects her, and when conflicts arise, her father will only lock her up in confinement.

Annan, who was passing by them, suddenly stopped and asked, "Fishbone? What are you talking about, an assassination attempt? I know nothing! How could anyone in the Empire dare to assassinate the Emperor?!"

Faced with Annan's blatant attempt to cover up his true intentions, Oulin covered her face.

If you dare to insult the Lord of Free City, you must accept that your own emperor will also be insulted in return!
Annan's face was icy: "Moreover, the emperor's assassination is a matter of secrecy. How did you know? Who told you? It seems I need to inform the court..."

The girls were terrified and waved their hands repeatedly, saying, "No, no... we don't know anything."

"Better so."

Annan glanced at the smiling, innocent faces of the children, finally pausing on the girl's face: "Otherwise, it would be such a waste to use such a pretty face to build a mound of corpses..."

After scaring the girls, Annan left without looking back.

"Would you believe me if I said I accidentally let the abyss affect my sanity?" he explained casually.

Orin asked, "Have you been to the Abyss?"

"No, but I became a demon."

"letter."

"Ok?"

"You're noticeably... much more cheerful this time."

In the past, whenever Oulin saw Annan, she could hardly believe he was her age. He carried an unimaginable amount of pressure, but this time all that pressure was gone, and he had the vitality that came with his age—he was just a little too cheerful.

She added, "It's not a bad thing."

Perhaps our ancestors took a liking to Annam because he shouldered the heavy burden of saving the people of the North at such a young age.

Annan said nothing, but stood outside the banquet hall where the night breeze was blowing, and turned back to say, "No need to see me off."

"By the way, will you be going to the front lines?"

Oulin showed a hint of longing, but still shook her head.

Her only task from the beginning was to accompany the ancestor. The position of Knight Commander was merely a childhood dream, which she used as an excuse to ask her family to appoint her.

Her activities are confined to the Montreal Mountains; how could she possibly go to the front lines?

"What a pity... It's okay, I'll take pictures of the battles on the front lines and send them to you when I have the chance."

"it is good."

After saying goodbye to Annan, Oulin returned to the banquet.

She disliked banquets, but during this special period, even the ancestors couldn't ignore the clan's request and had to make an appearance.

A quick glance at the guests revealed that roughly one-fifth of them were blonde.

Many members of the family sent their children to them, hoping that they could be favored by the ancestors and rise to prominence like they were.

(End of this chapter)