A strange world

Chapter 1023 Chapter 254. I need you

"For example, a piece of news said that Liberty City was doing a good thing by accepting refugees from the north. You published an article saying that Liberty City's move was just to use the refugees to gain political assets. There was also no security incident in Liberty City for thirty consecutive days. You said that the cost was that people lived under soldiers. Under surveillance. What I like the most is this. The prototype Knight Golem in the Mushroom House in Liberty City was successfully developed and purchased. What do you think the Knight Golem is used for? The legendary and epic professions are the pearls of the Allen Continent——"

Annan was a treasure trove, and Barr's mouth grew bigger and bigger: "Are you...are you really Annan?"

"I don't have to lie to a prisoner."

Barr finally believed Annan's words and sat there as if he was autistic, constantly switching between various emotions.

hiss……

Baal gasped at the thought of Annan being right under the king's nose, and even meeting Crowe.

"What's your purpose?"

"You know what my purpose is, but besides that, I also want to recruit talents, such as you."

"Me? Talent?"

"Barr, you are so arrogant. Your ability to tell lies with your eyes open is beyond our reach and we need to learn. I need you!"

"You gave me the award...eh?"

Barr said flattered and a little proud, and then realized what Annan was talking about.

"Who said that deceit and kidnapping are not talents? Call the black ones white, the dead ones alive, the dragons a dog... Your energy is far more powerful than you think."

Barr is just an ordinary person, unable to resist Annan's bewitchment and charm, and the last trace of hesitation emerged: "But I am a royal family, and taking refuge in you is betraying my surname..."

"Is your surname Montreal or Ricardo?"

"Montreal, of course!"

"The Montreal Gold Family is my friend and ally. Is your joining us a betrayal or a reformation?"

"This..." Barr was speechless, "I have a request!"

Annan frowned, and Barr waved nervously: "Opinions are just opinions... It's okay if you don't agree..."

The little remaining blood disappeared, and Baal could no longer refuse Annan and transformed into the shape of a free city.

Annan's brows widened. He was very patient with talents, otherwise he would not have forgiven him for assassinating him. Although Barr is a bit... partial: "What are the requirements?"

“Can I not cooperate with that Miss Evelin?”

News is Barr's strong point, and he can use his limited talents. Even so, he was almost beaten by the "Voice of Liberty", all because of that Evelyn. If the kingdom's mortal enemy is Free City, then Tabar's mortal enemy is Evelyn...

Barr and Evelin had fought dozens of times in the air, and generally they won more and lost less. This discouraged Barr, who had finally found a place to show off his skills.

"Okay, I'll let you be in charge of a newspaper alone."

Annan plans to put entertainment newspapers on the agenda.

It's not that there are no nobles in Middle-earth who have discovered business opportunities, but their entertainment newspapers are too... subtle, meaningless, and not as exciting as the bard's midnight show.

After all, as long as there is a reward, they can even tell you scandals about gods.

"I...I join Liberty City!"

Barr had no problem and expressed his loyalty to Annan stumblingly: "But how are you going to explain to the outside world..."

"Send you back to Liberty City and find someone to die in your place."

Annan was familiar with this kind of work.

The king didn't seem to care much about his cousin's life and death, so he could just find an excuse to execute him.

"okay……"

As for the assassin locked up next door... although he helped Annan a lot - he was guilty of assassinating Zishibal in public. But seeing Baal's look of contempt and disgust, Annan had no intention of joining him, so he would just die with the fake Baal.

After seeing Baal off, Annan and Maria walked out of the dungeon.

"You actually mercifully spared a person who had assassinated you... This would never happen in the clan."

Maria always compares rat people with humans, and the longer she compares, the more desperate she becomes.

"It wouldn't be possible for most nobles, but I don't really care about it."

Annan said as he stepped up the steps, suddenly turned back and stared into the dark depths of the dungeon.

"What's wrong?"

"The sound of breathing...did you hear it?"

Maria shook her head.

"Quickly go... let the president find someone to deal with that iron girl."

"You are the president of the court."

"...Then change the location."

Annan didn't want to get involved in the trouble left by the Guardian Church, and he didn't think he could get in touch with her with his own charm - not an elite, but at least a master.

However, Olmedo can help ask what the Iron Maiden taught by the new royal capital is... and before that, he will not come to the dungeon of the Purification Court again.

Annan made the smartest decision, but it was still a step too late.

That night, while meditating in the military minister's residence, a faint cry for help penetrated my ears.

"help me……"

Annan interrupted his meditation and opened his eyes. What followed was dampness, coldness and darkness. The smell in the air was very familiar to Annan...

The magic lamp was taken away? There should be light outside the window, and this coldness...

Annan took out the magic lamp from the magic ring. The light spreads out, illuminating the cell where you are

This is... a church dungeon?

Why was he here, or why was he dreaming?

"help me……"

The faint cry for help sounded again, and Annan identified the source: behind the wall was the Iron Maiden's cell.

"Who are you?" Annan asked.

As usual, the voice would continue to call "help me" regardless, but somewhat unexpectedly, she answered Annan's question: "We have met before..."

Annan stood up, not sure whether he was really captured in the dungeon or an illusion, so he didn't rush to get away from himself. He backed away from the unlocked cell door and went to the deepest part. Sure enough, he saw the girl shackled by iron armor.

"You want me to save you?"

"Only you can hear me...please help me..."

The chest did not rise and fall, the lips did not open and close, only the girl's voice sounded.

"How can I save you?"

"Open it……"

"It" refers to the iron torture instrument.

Annan stood in front of the cell without going in: "I have a question... Why were you locked up here by the church using special means?"

After the words fell, the coldness around him seemed to have become conscious, turning into pale hands to grasp Annan's soul.

There was a tremor deep in his heart, but Annan remained indifferent: "It's useless for you to threaten me."

Whether it's the Kingdom of Ruikan'er, the Demon Lord, or the Rat Men, no one has a greater background than the Iron Maiden. It’s not like he has never raised the god Annan before. He even allowed him to crawl on his hands, pick him up and rub his face. So whoever she is...get in line.