A strange world

Chapter 1031 Section 262. An Apple Pie

"How was my performance?"

Compared to Annan's ease, Renato was much more worried.

His worries were coming true: Annan's status was getting higher and higher, and he was even valued by Clo, so he had to face the king and the head of the parliament.

Annan was the soul of Liberty City. Once he was caught, it would be over...

Renaldo didn't know about the crystal of the Warlock Protection Association, so it was normal for him to think so.

This was also the consensus of most people: rather than looking at the potential of Liberty City, it was better to say that it was because of the power behind Liberty City.

With the relationship between Liberty City and the Empire, they always felt that the Montreal Golden Family was behind this war: it was just a civil war between the Montreal Family and the Montreal Family, and Liberty City was the gray glove of the Empire.

Annan's coming to the New King's City made them more certain: "Look, even Annan personally took the risk to come to the New King's City, isn't that proof?"

However, by accident, these people also stood more loyally on Annan's side. It is not a choice to choose between a fleet and a shabby ship.

"The kingdom's number one enemy is in the new capital, and it is respected by the king and the head of the parliament. Don't you think it's cool?"

"Cool?"

"It means exciting."

"No, and I don't understand... You are taking risks with Liberty City, why?"

Annan smiled, thinking that this was an obvious answer.

Annan got off the car at the fork in the road and returned to the Purification Court.

As soon as he arrived at the door, Annan saw Martin sitting on the steps, with his legs bent and his chin dragging, looking like a thinker.

"What's wrong with you?"

Martin asked, "Didn't Aunt Susan make an apple party today?"

"Uh-huh."

"Then where did you get the apple pie for me?"

"Take your time to think about it."

Annan walked around and asked Maria first, "Is there any movement from the Iron Maiden?"

After getting a negative answer, he and Maria moved the bed to the depths of the dungeon.

The dungeon guard pretended not to see it, and Maria also pretended not to know: "Do you want me to avoid it?"

"Why do you always want to avoid it?" Annan looked at Maria suspiciously, suspecting that she didn't want to be affected by bad luck: "Come and help me."

"What?"

Annan pointed at the iron girl and then at the bed, indicating that she should be carried over.

Before doing it, Annan said to the sleeping iron girl: "I'm helping you change to a more comfortable place. You don't want to sit on damp and cold bricks all the time, do you? I'm not sure if professionals will have uterine cold, but except for ascetics, I haven't seen many professionals willing to sleep on stones."

The iron girl is very heavy...mainly because of the heavy rusty torture instruments, and there is a shackle tied to the torture instruments.

Annan looked at the distance and said: "Just wear it like this...A-choo!"

"Don't blame me, who knows if taking off the shackles will break the seal."

Annan sniffed, put down the iron girl first, moved the bed over, and then moved the iron girl up.

The velvet bed had sunk into a circle of deep pits. Then Annan put in the table and magic lamp one after another, and put the cold thick soup that had not been touched on the table. Finally, there was some warm atmosphere in the dungeon.

Let Maria leave first, Annan went into the next cell and fell asleep silently.

Dark, damp, cold... The dungeon in the dream still maintained its original appearance.

Annan walked outside the iron girl's cell.

"The food has not been touched. Don't you like it? Or can't you eat it?"

"I just want to get out..."

Annan shook his head: "No, if you are released, you will release disasters... I can't let you destroy the new capital."

"Do you care about the new capital?"

"I care about the people here."

This was also the answer that Annan gave to Renato at the time, but he didn't say it.

Everything Annan did was to make the civilians pay the least price.

Everyone knows that the new capital is dangerous, but if they stay here for one more day, the nobles will not dare to oppress the civilians anymore, and dozens of oppressed people in the kingdom will wake up.

"Does the torture device make you unable to move?" Annan returned to the original question, "Can't you even open your mouth and swallow?"

"...What do you want to do?"

"Aunt Susan's apple pie is really delicious, sweet and sour, soft and greasy. Take a bite and you will feel like you are in an apple orchard in spring."

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Later, Annan asked Aunt Susan to make three more apple pies: one for Martin and the Iron Girl, and he and Maria shared the remaining one.

When Annan came to deliver the apple pies, Martin saw the truth: "It turned out to be tomorrow's apple pie!"

"What tomorrow's apple pie?"

"The apple pie you gave me yesterday is today's apple pie!"

"Yes, that's it."

Annan did not argue with Martin, so as not to be led into familiar territory by him. He put another one in the office to enjoy with Maria later, and Annan and Maria went into the dungeon again.

She watched outside the cell. Louise didn't like her very much, and nothing good would happen if she got close to her.

Annan cut the apple pie with a knife, and the soft apple sauce mixed with honey flowed out stickily, spreading the sweet fragrance in the cell.

He cut off a small piece and put it on the plate, and handed it to the Iron Girl.

The Iron Girl did not move.

"I guess you want to say that you can't do it yourself." Annan said, picked up a piece with a fork, and brought it to the Iron Girl's mouth.

The aroma rushed into the Iron Girl's nose unscrupulously, and her slightly opened lips made Annan's mouth curl up.

Even the orcs couldn't choose between the roasted meat and Aunt Susan's apple pie. How could it be easier to make a priest who hadn't eaten for who knows how long speak?

Annan fed the apple pie piece by piece to the Iron Girl with ease, just as if he was feeding Lily, Silly Cat and Little Spider.

Speaking of which, Silly Cat and Little Spider still hadn't sent back any news...

When I came to my senses, the whole plate of apple pie had been eaten by the Iron Girl.

"Do you want more?" Annan asked.

The Iron Girl pursed her lips in response.

There was still some jam on the corners of her lips, the pink lips, the light yellow honey, which was unbearable.

Annan took out a handkerchief and hesitated, "Uh... If you don't want to, let me sneeze."

The Iron Girl didn't let Annan sneeze.

Annan leaned over and touched the corner of the Iron Girl's lips with a handkerchief through his palm. Through a layer of soft cloth, he could still feel the soft touch of the girl's lips that made people feel excited.

When Annan seemed to be captured by the softness, the iron girl opened her lips slightly: "I have a pair of shackles on my feet, it hurts me so much, can you help me loosen them..."

"So you can talk." Annan glanced at the white ankles of the iron girl and shook his head: "No, you will release bad luck... wipe it."

Annan kicked the handkerchief, stood up and said to her: "Tell me what you want. Except freedom, I can give you everything."

"What... can you give me?"

"As long as I can give it to you."

"Then I said... what do I want from you?"

"Wait in line."