Alien world

Chapter 1846, 479. The Lingering Ghost
Franning was puzzled, but Annan revealed his true intentions: "Do you know what cement is?"

How could Minister Franning not know about cement? This building material, which is made by simply mixing some lime, sand and water, can become as hard as rock and has long been known since the Empire used it on the Great Wall.

Just as the Principality of Keating was about to acquire the formula, it learned that the Empire had purchased it from Free City.

Even the Empire has to pay for it honestly, so how dare they forcibly seize it? That's not just slapping Free City in the face, it's slapping the Empire's backside.

“I promised Count Collins I would sell you some weapons. In addition, I can sell you the cement formula at a ‘low price’.” Annan put on an act of making a huge sacrifice. “I can’t defeat the forces of Chaos, but I can still do what I can, for the people.”

"For the people."

Frannin's goal was half achieved—after all, he hadn't expected Annan Reeves to actually send troops to support him.

The Principality of Keating is "poorer" than the Kingdom of Dimon—this poverty is not reflected in wealth, but rather in the fact that it has no shortage of resources despite its small land area.

However, it can be considered a blessing in disguise. A small area means no meat, and without meat, the rat people have no interest.

Despite both being plagued by rats, the Principality of Keating was far less affected than the Kingdom of Dimon.

Franning bowed deeply to Annan: "The Principality of Keating will remember your help."

"Just stop talking bad about me," Annan teased.

“I think after this war, they will have no right to be arrogant to anyone anymore.” Frannin smiled with relief. “I’m leaving now to go to Free City to discuss the details of the trade.”

Annan, who had assumed he would return with him, asked, "Aren't you staying to witness the Empire's new decree?"

"I have achieved my goal, and now I need to lobby other countries."

"I wish you success."

"Thank you."

After saying goodbye, Frannin walked outside.

Looking at his elegant but somewhat thin back, Annan seemed to see himself in Frannin.

They are the same kind of people, all bearing the burden of everything for what they are protecting.

However, Annan was not optimistic about Frannin's trip to seek aid. Making money together was one thing, sharing the burden was another. Why would those nobles, who were indifferent to the disaster, lend a helping hand?
Sending a cavalry unit or some supplies was already their limit. After all, the Principality of Keating was facing chaos in the north.

Turning my gaze away, I heard a faint arguing coming from the direction where Russ was.

She was having a heated argument with someone and seemed to be in some trouble.

……

"What are the Imperial Guards doing, letting such a filthy thing into the garden?"

A middle-aged official in a crimson suit emerged from behind Russ, staring at him with undisguised malice.

Chew, chew, chew...

Ruth was picking through the food at the table, unaware of the strange human next to her who was talking to himself.

The official in the crimson robes paused briefly, then had to speak again, making it more explicit: "The sacredness of the Huanshan Palace Gardens over the past thousand years has been defiled by a vile demon."

Ruth then realized that the person seemed to be talking about her, turned around, pointed at herself, and asked, "Are you talking to me?"

The lustful demon finally paid him any attention, and the middle-aged official's lips curled into a disgusted smile: "Is there a second disgusting demon here?"

Swish!
Ruth's tail instantly straightened like a whip, its tip gleaming coldly, capable of both flirting and killing.

She stared intently at the official's neck, licking her lips: "You reptile, how many lives do you have to dare talk to me like that?"

Just as the official was about to retort, the voice he had been hoping for rang out. "What is it?"

The lustful demon, who had just been threatening her, now hid behind the figure, who was a head shorter than her, looking aggrieved: "Annan, he bullied me..."

Annan sighed helplessly: "You're a guard, and you're crying to me about being bullied while hiding behind me. Is that appropriate?"

"That's right, but you told me not to cause trouble. I didn't cause any trouble, but he attacked you right away..."

Anyone else in this situation would have panicked and explained that they meant no harm. But the middle-aged official stood there, showing no intention of explaining.

Annan glanced at the somewhat familiar badge on his chest and realized something.

“Annan, you actually brought a demon here.”

Annan feigned ignorance—and indeed he didn't: "Excuse me, may I ask who you are?"

“Keller Simmons.” The middle-aged official slightly raised his chin as a greeting.

Simmons... is the surname of the Orr Empire.

"Oh, so it's the Pontiff of the Golden Family."

"What nonsense are you talking about? I am the Or Empire's envoy to Tatum," Keller Simmons quickly corrected him. If this were to accidentally get back to the Or Empire, it would cause some trouble.

"You're not?" Annan's tone turned cold, his temper shifting faster than flipping through a book: "Then how dare you overstep your bounds and lecture me in the Huanshan Palace Garden? How many heads do you have to build a mound of skulls!"

This didn't frighten the envoy of a country. Keller Simmons sneered, "Like master, like servant."

Russ was not ashamed, but rather proud.

“Ambassador, you took the initiative to speak with my guard. Are you trying to bribe her, or do you want to abandon the darkness and join Free City?”

Without giving the other party a chance to explain, Annan threw several buckets of accusations at him.

"Annan, you know me. Apart from you, all other humans are just reptiles in my eyes!"

Ruth quickly pledged his loyalty, and his eagerness to cut ties made Ambassador Keller Simmons's expression very unpleasant.

"I just came to see who would bring a demon to the gardens of the Mountain Palace."

"Have you finished looking at it? Can you leave now?"

If it were a prince or duke from the Orr Empire, Annan might have some idea of ​​what to do with him, but a mere ambassador...

“The rumors were true. You not only colluded with the ratmen, but also with the demons,” Keller Simmons said, covering his nose in disgust.

Annan didn't care about his performance: "Your voice is too soft. Why don't you stand on the stage and tell everyone, 'Annan Reeves is colluding with the forces of Chaos'?"

“If you can get the Empire to change its mind, I’ll call you that.” Annan gave him a thumbs up.
Keller Simmons was speechless after being hit.

Unable to get any interaction, Annan sighed in frustration: "Your Or Empire is really persistent... You can see your annoying figures everywhere except the front lines."

"What did you say?"

"I have to say, your Or Empire is really like a persistent ghost... You can see your annoying figures everywhere except the front lines."

As you all saw, it was he who asked himself to say it again.

“Annan Reeves, you—”

Annan interrupted him without any politeness: "Mr. Ambassador, I think I need to remind you that I am the main character at this banquet."

(End of this chapter)