A strange world

Chapter 1032 Section 263. Banquet of the Councillor

Annan placed the magic lamp, so that the gentle halo could spread in every corner of the cell, and left the dungeon with Maria.

The Iron Girl sank into the bed, pursing her lips, as if savoring the sweetness of apple pie...

"I thought you would not be able to help her open the shackles."

"This trick can't fool a warlock."

Annan can only deceive women, but no woman can deceive him.

Even a shrewd dragon like Ilimoyas had to hand over the treasure obediently, and the temptation of the Iron Girl was really lame.

Coming out of the dungeon, Annan bumped into Renato's confidant who ran over. He handed Annan an invitation.

"Whose invitation?" Annan lowered his head to tear open the invitation.

"The Councillor."

Annan looked up in surprise.

The invitation was indeed signed by the Councillor, inviting Annan to attend the banquet tomorrow night.

Unable to figure out the Councillor's thoughts, Annan ran back to the official residence with the invitation.

"Has the Councillor held a banquet before?"

"Rarely, but not without." At this time, Renato advised Annan not to think too much.

There were many people at the banquet, and many of them were big shots. The Councillor might not know anything, and might just invite big shots from the new capital to the party.

"Am I also a big shot?"

"You are a hot future big shot." Renato said casually.

Annan was still a little worried, because he had just come out of the Iron Girl's cell... Could he still be affected by her bad luck?

It was also very simple to confirm, just know who was on the Councillor's invitation list.

Renaldo said he would help investigate.

Annan was idle anyway, so he looked through the list provided by Sheriff Milburn and picked someone he didn't like.

"I'm doing the work of the Purification Court. I suspect you have the Free Blade."

He put the blame on them with ease. If they didn't resist, he would go in to collect evidence and arrest them. If they resisted, he didn't even need an excuse to go in and collect evidence.

This trick worked for Annan every time. It's not that he stereotypes that all nobles have dirty asses, but in the Kingdom of Rekanel, it's hard to have a clean ass.

Annan intercepted a part of the seized property and sent the rest to the palace.

This is probably the reason why Clo trusts Olme - other officials not only ask for funds in various pretexts, but also put all the money they get into their own pockets. Olme not only does his work for free, but also gives money to the palace. And he is efficient and does not embezzle.

This is also the reason why the nobles hate Annan. He seriously undermines the unspoken rules of the new capital. Everyone is playing hard to make money. If you don't do this, aren't you putting us on the fire?

But the military minister is standing there, and they have to weigh themselves if they want to touch Olme.

The nobles who have no choice but to settle for the second best, and instead send gifts, invitations, and even women to win over Olme.

Annan, who returned to the Purification Court with a group of prisoners, suddenly realized that the head of the parliament was acting as a matchmaker for the nobles?

But the Senate President mentioned by Renato is not such a person.

As the Senate President who is high above and a legendary wizard, there is no difference between the nobles and the commoners in his eyes. Such a being will never look down on the mortal world.

As for the invitation list, Renato got a part of it: many princes and ministers were on the invitation list, which could make Annan feel a little relieved.

But Renato became worried.

Because there was another name on the list: Agarwal.

"Are you going?"

Renato was worried that Annan would not be able to control his emotions at that time.

"Why not? The Senate President's relatives died in Breeze City and he could pretend that nothing happened, why can't I?"

Annan's mind flashed the powerful and flamboyant flame figure. I wonder who is more powerful between him and the Demon Lord?

After a long interrogation, Annan had a bad taste in putting Sheriff Milburn and the captured nobles into adjacent cells.

At least let the nobles know who killed him.

Annan came to the depths of the dungeon again, and the faint noise came from a distance, which made him wonder that he could still hear it so far away.

"Miss Louise, what do you want to eat today? Apple pie, soup, or me?"

The Iron Girl was silent for a moment, and chose the fourth one: "Please let me out..."

Annan shook his head and repeated the answer he had repeated several times: "No, you will release bad luck."

"I won't release..."

"I want to protect...what did you say?"

"I won't release bad luck..."

"Really?" Annan confirmed again and again.

"Well..."

Annan took out the devil's contract: "Then let's sign the contract!"

The Iron Girl said softly: "I can't move, please help me unlock the shackles..."

Annan stopped: "Don't you still have a mouth?"

The Iron Girl's words were just a lie. She refused to sign the contract with her mouth, and made Annan fall thirteen times on the way out.

If Annan hadn't been soft-hearted and put away the crystal in advance, the unlucky one would definitely be the Iron Girl.

There was really no good way to resolve the resentment of the Iron Girl Annan, but there was someone in Liberty City who could...

Annan asked the nun at the orphanage for advice, and she gently said: "In addition to feeding, you also need company."

"How do you company?"

"Talk to her, tell her stories, and coax her to sleep..."

Annan seemed to be thinking.

The next day, Annan came to the depths of the dungeon with a bowl of hot soup.

Iron Maiden refused to speak or open her mouth, so Annan sat beside the bed: "How can you have the strength to hiss if you don't eat enough?"

Annan bounced up as soon as he touched the bed.

My butt seems to be swollen...

Looking at Iron Maiden who still didn't speak, Annan had no choice but to put the soup aside: "I'm going to the banquet and will come back to accompany you later." After saying that, he rubbed his butt and walked away.

Deep in the dungeon, which gradually regained its tranquility, a chuckle rang out.

…

The Senator's manor was adjacent to the palace, almost separated by a wall. But for the power of the Councilor in the kingdom, this is nothing.

The long street outside the manor was filled with luxurious carriages and guests, but not many people paid attention to Annan. It seemed that he was overthinking it. He was just one of the guests at this grand banquet.

However, as the most talked-about person in the new royal capital recently, someone soon took the initiative to find him.

The energetic noble lady invites Annan to dance.

Even though he is trying his best to look ugly, Annan still has a good-looking skin.

Following Renaldo's suggestion and finding something to do for himself, Annan held her hand and followed her to the dance floor, dancing closely to the soothing music.

The aristocratic lady had some thoughts in mind. She put her arms around Annan's waist and slid it down bit by bit... When it landed on her butt, Annan suddenly arched forward.

"Don't be so hasty..." The noble lady smiled coquettishly, her eyes as charming as silk.

"No, it's because my butt is swollen..." Annan explained.

Butt...is swollen?

The noble lady didn't know what she thought of, so she quietly released her hold on Master Olmei's hand, and walked away with an excuse before she finished dancing.

She would hate herself to death if she knew what she was missing, but luckily she didn't know. And after tonight, the nobles may send men to Annan.