Alien world

Chapter 1877, Question 510: Am I a Heretic?

Because of the proposal of the youngest Crystal King, candidates were selected according to the order of becoming the Supreme King, and Annan, as the second oldest Skeleton King, was delayed in taking the stage.

Third from the bottom is the Gem King – the Or Empire, also a member of the Golden Family, has a similar environment to the Tathun Empire, except that the Empire is a barbarian kingdom, while the Or Empire is a noble kingdom – as they claim.

The candidate from the Orr Empire was a gloomy man with long, poet-like hair. Annan noticed that the candidate wearing glasses in front of the Black Gold King looked solemn, and the other candidates also showed caution after he said his name.

Philipn Verick... is a name I've never heard of.

He did not introduce himself or elaborate on his ambitions; after saying his name, he stood quietly before the jeweled throne.

At this point, eleven candidates had already been chosen before the Supreme King, and it was Annam's turn to make his grand entrance.

In a flash, Annan appeared before the Bone Throne, with the Bone King behind him and hundreds of gazes fixed on him, along with other candidates who were scrutinizing and examining him.

Annan was a stranger to them, but they were no strangers to Annan—unless you had been trapped in some ancient ruin for years and only recently escaped, it was impossible not to have heard of Annan Reeves.

"My God, it's actually Annan Reeves, the King of the North, the Champion Warlock, the Lord of Liberty City, the creator of magical images, newspapers, and popular singers!"

A gasp suddenly rang out from the front row seats.

Khamis VI's flamboyant shouts nearly caused Annan to give up this opportunity.

Annan had no choice but to pretend he didn't know the man and said, "I am Annan Reeves. You should know me, or have heard of me to some extent."

Annan picked up the parchment in his hand, shook it, and said, "I prepared a speech for today, and I memorized it every day, just so I could say it at this moment."

The other candidates looked closely and saw that the parchment was indeed covered with dense writing.

“However, I changed my mind. When I was brought into the Holy Council, Lilith—my tower spirit—asked me why, if I were to speak to the world, I wouldn’t choose a better way?”

In front of the twelve kings, all the lords, and the candidates, Annan threw away the parchment:
"She's right."

Abandoning empty speeches, Annan chose to improvise: "So I'm going to tell a story that has nothing to do with the candidate for Mud King, but about a small country that was destroyed when the McKenne clan went north."

"That small country was a democratic parliamentary system. When the ratman army arrived, the people were terrified, and the ministers urged the prime minister to issue an order immediately. But the prime minister said: 'No, I am only the prime minister. I can only obey the wishes of the majority of this country and cannot make decisions on my own.'"

"Although the ratmen are a formidable enemy, the council can only honestly call on all citizens to participate in the vote and choose a countermeasure. Because the northern city-states want to do something in the face of the ratmen threat, the non-northern city-states cannot empathize and are also out of touch with the news, so they voted against it. Thus, the first referendum ended inconclusively."

"The ratmen are getting closer and closer, and have already invaded the north. The decision to resist the invaders should have been made by the prime minister and ministers, but in order to shirk their responsibilities, they chose to waste time by holding another referendum. The northern city-states chose to conscript soldiers nationwide, while the non-northern city-states believed that the rat swarms posed no threat to them, but that conscription would send their people to the front lines to die, so they continued to vote against it..."

Some lords seemed thoughtful, while others discerned what Annam was implying.

“Annan Reeves, please don’t talk about things that have nothing to do with the royal selection.” A goatee-bearded nobleman in the fifth row suddenly stood up and interrupted.

Just as Annan was about to get to the point and was about to ignore him, he noticed out of the corner of his eye that he was glancing at the throne inlaid with jewels—the Gem King, the Great Empire of Augagol, or simply the Or Empire.

Annan understood; it was somewhat unexpected, yet also perfectly reasonable.

Just like how villains in novels always trip up the protagonist at crucial moments, his "tripping up" also appeared.

Whether it was at the behest of the King of Gems or not is irrelevant; Annan only needs to treat it as a slap in the face for the Orr Empire.

Annan faced him and said, "Who said it has nothing to do with Wang Xuan?" "Didn't you say so yourself?"

"I was just being modest. I am Wang Xuan, and I am speaking. How can it be inappropriate?"

"sophistry."

The goatee-bearded nobleman snorted, but there was nothing he could do about Annam.

Annan continued, "And so, small countries that should have been able to fight at the beginning of the war disappeared in the rat horde without even a decent resistance because of the divisions among the people, the irresponsible prime minister, the cowardly members of parliament, and the poor system. Many people even died thinking they were just a small group of rats."

"How dare you say that the great democratic parliamentary system is bad!" Another lord from the third row stood up and spoke up.

"Excuse me, who are you?" Annan looked over.

"Grand Duke of the Windmill Duchy".

"Oh it's you……"

Annan suddenly realized that his elder sister had mentioned it before—as a vassal of the Orr Empire, and also because she had recently taken the lead in trying to forcibly seize the local commercial street.

"If I remember correctly, your country seems to have a democratic parliamentary system?" he asked.

“That’s right, every decision in the Windmill Duchy is made by vote of the councilors and citizens. This is the greatest system!” The Grand Duke of Windmill raised his head and exclaimed.

"Hmm... I heard that you are the chosen nation of some deity?"

The so-called chosen kingdom is a divinely ordained kingdom that has chosen the church as its state religion.

"God of Light." The Grand Duke of Windmills was as proud as a ram.

Located in the very center of Middle-earth, the chosen land of the God of Light, the younger brother of the High King, and with its so-called "democratic parliamentary system," the Windmill Duchy can be said to have impeccable roots.

"Oh."

Annan nodded in realization, and those who knew him immediately knew what he was up to.

"The God of Light you worship must also have a council to decide matters big and small. It's definitely not a dictatorship by the God of Light, right?" Annan said bluntly, his eyes flashing with a dangerous light.

What row are you sitting in? So what if you're senior? You've been around for so many years and you're only in the third row? You're practically a weakling.

The weak are destined to be humiliated by the strong!
“You… heretic! Blasphemer!” The Grand Duke of Windmills was furious, his face flushed red.

"Heretical?" Annan pointed at himself in surprise. "I am the representative of the Lady of Wealth. I used to sit at her feet and listen to her tell stories of the past. You call me blasphemous and a heretic? So you're the Lady's adversary?"

Grand Duke Windmill's face turned pale instantly; he had actually forgotten that Annam had this other identity.

Lady of Wealth is not a powerful deity, but she has the widest following, and her influence on the continent of Allen far exceeds that of the God of Light and the Goddess of Fertility combined.

(End of this chapter)