Alien world

Chapter 1893, Section 526: The Empire's Trust

"South of the Grey Peak Mountains and north of the Great Wall, but further ahead would probably be the Empire."

"border……"

The Imperial Minister's eyes were hidden in the shadows cast by his thick eyebrows. Annan, who had been observing his emotions, suddenly spoke up: "You didn't know?"

"Should I know?" the Minister of Military Affairs asked in an unfriendly tone.

The bad temper he had just displayed was directed at Annan; now it was directed at the rat-men who dared to secretly plot unknown schemes.

Annan pondered, "So the Empire was unaware...that's interesting."

First, we can rule out the possibility that the participants in the rat hole are from a chaotic sect that has been infiltrated like a sieve.

Annan explained, “Minister, I apologize for summoning you here so abruptly. As you have already seen, I inadvertently discovered the Ratmen’s plot, but I was worried that the Empire already knew about it and had taken corresponding action. In order to avoid disrupting our ally’s plans, I summoned you here.”

The Imperial Minister nodded, indicating that he accepted Annan's explanation.

Annan prepared to cast the spell again: "Since the Empire is unaware of this, I will send you back. Rest assured, I will investigate the matter of the rat hole."

“I’m not going back,” the Imperial Minister flatly refused. “This is an Imperial matter, and it’s none of the business of outsiders.”

Annan convinced himself that this was how the Imperials said, "Thank you for your kindness, but I'll do it myself."

The Imperial Minister was full of martial spirit, but Annan refused, saying, "If something happens to you, a high-ranking official of the Empire, sneaking into the rat swarm with me, a good thing will turn into a bad thing."

The Imperial Minister's response was to take off his coat, revealing an inner lining that could not be concealed at all, with several rows of buttons straining to hold it together.

He twisted his wrist, his arm swollen as if it could burst through his sleeve: "Ha, when I was adventuring in the Middle-earth, you were still playing house in the North."

What's wrong with playing hide-and-seek?

"Do you think I'd let you ruin my romantic underground trip with Black Pearl?"

Without a word, Annan Reeves, the champion of hide-and-seek, dispelled the spell and forcibly sent the displeased Minister of Military Affairs back.

He was unwilling but helpless. How could a muscle-bound mud-blooded being worthy of understanding the great magical elements?
After seeing the minister off, Annan took out the Leaf from Another World and contacted the Black Mole.

The sound that came back was intermittent. After more than ten minutes, it was almost out of the communication range of the Leaf of Another World.

Annan told Jerry to come back and join them, and asked the three gray mice for a map of the cave.

They certainly didn't have that thing, so they could only draw one for Annam based on their memory.

Pora seized the opportunity to ask, "Master, where are you going?"

Annan glanced at him and didn't hide anything from his new subordinate: "Go south along the rat hole and see what the rat-people's conspiracy is all about."

"Let me take you there."

"You, a gray-haired rat, can run around everywhere?"

"Fine, for your safety, you should stay and gather intelligence for me."

It's not that I'm afraid of Pora's disloyalty, but who knows if Black Pearl will find an excuse to kill her because she thinks she's a third wheel.

Annan wouldn't stand up for him then; at most, he'd complain about the Black Widow and withhold her future salary.

With a look of human regret, Paula returned to her companions, transforming into Annam's number one lackey, and began to distribute the box of money: it got half, and the other two got the other half.

"Why do you get the most!"

"Because my master trusts me more!"

"We've done just as much as you!"

"That master trusts me the most!"

With Kinnar in front of them, the three gray mice started fighting amongst themselves again.

……

Montreal Hills, Military Department.

The Minister of Military Affairs, who had been kicked back to his study, let out a heavy, labored sigh.

The Empire's allies are so rude!
The deputy asked cautiously; whenever the minister wore this expression, it meant he was very angry. "Your Excellency, what happened...?"

"Damn it, Annan, how dare you—go to the Ministry of Protocol and find—notify the intelligence department, and tell them—"

The minister hesitated several times before finally managing to utter a few words slowly and heavily: "That's all, you can go now."

The Minister of Military Affairs abandoned the idea of ​​sending his own people to alert the enemy and chose to trust Annan's wisdom.

Even if you don't believe in the wisdom of a sorcerer, you should believe in the wisdom of a chosen one.

Annan was unaware of the profound changes that the alliance brought to the empire; the words "reliance" and "ally" had never appeared in the dictionary since the empire's founding.

"Yes……"

The deputy felt something was off about the minister; it seemed like the champion warlock had just summoned him.
"Wait a moment."

He had just turned around when the minister called him back.

The Minister of Military Affairs, having changed his mind, said, "Prepare the carriage; I am going to see Master Larry."

……

"Jerry, I see you, come here."

In the underground beehive, Annan waved to the black mole that crept in stealthily.

Jerry ran over happily, but slowed down when he noticed three gray mice nearby.

Annan introduced the three gray mice to Jerry, but struggled to introduce Jerry himself.

Jerry's identity is very important. Not to mention the three gray rats who just joined him, not many people in Liberty City know about him.

"little Master!"

However, Bora had already called out.

Kandin and Lulu looked disgusted, but whether they were disgusted by Bora's lack of dignity or by her speed was unknown.

Annan tacitly accepted the name—he would watch the black mole grow up, and it was also Cathy's good playmate, so it was fine to call him that.

He told Jerry that he didn't need to send it, that he would go himself, and was about to return it to Liberty City when the magic around them suddenly surged spontaneously, reconstructing the summoning magic from before on the ground.

what happened? !
Annan looked surprised, grabbed Black Pearl, and protected her in front of him.

The magic circle took shape, and the outline shrouded in light was very familiar to Annan—the Minister of Military Affairs, wearing a coat, had returned.

"Minister? How could you..."

“It’s just a minor reverse spell. Magic is far more wondrous than you imagine, champion warlock.” He emphasized the word “warlock.”

Annan stepped out from behind Black Pearl: "Your Excellency, do you have any further questions?"

“There are many, so I want to see them for myself.”

Annan couldn't help but say, "Is it appropriate for a minister, second only to the emperor, to come and do spy work for me?"

"You, the chosen one of the kings, are also crawling through rat holes?"

Annan was speechless: "Alright, but I have one condition: you must follow my orders from now on."

"Are you teaching me what to do?"

"It has nothing to do with who teaches whom. We are a team and we need to avoid disagreements. Otherwise, I will have to leave the mess for you to clean up and go back to supervise the battle yourself."

"no problem."

"I was joking."

Leaving the Imperial Minister here, if everything goes smoothly, fine. But if the minister gets lost or encounters some accident, this alliance will probably fall apart.

Annam single-handedly caused the empire's highest loss of officials during the war with the forces of chaos.

(End of this chapter)