A strange world

Chapter 1295 Section 217. Not my own rat

It took Annan thirty minutes to walk out of the dance floor with a light step.

He didn't like banquets that much.

With his status rising, Annan no longer needed banquets to make friends with nobles. Usually, wherever he went as a guest, local invitations would come like snowflakes, allowing him to choose.

In addition, there were always countless dances at the banquet, and when he went back, the smell on his body was just like trying every perfume in a perfume shop one by one.

Late at night, the banquet finally ended.

The ladies left reluctantly, and Annan dragged his tired body back to the room.

"Are there any girls you are interested in?"

"Not at all."

In Annan's opinion, they were not as attractive as Gloria's panda.

"Oh, you are a warlock." Black Widow suddenly realized.

"Put aside your stereotypes. I've just seen too many beautiful women."

After all, Annan had been in the Elf King's Court for more than ten days, and had an encounter with the most beautiful elf in the world, Teddel. These human women who were only considered beautiful among humans could hardly attract him.

Annan walked to the window and was about to draw the curtains, but was suddenly attracted by the scene outside the window.

The Golden City outside the city wall was lit with endless lights, and the hazy snow covered the roofs and streets.

Annan didn't know if this was the first snow in Middle-earth, but it must be the first snow in the Broken Mountains.

It's another winter...

Unconsciously, I have been in this world for five years?

Thinking carefully, Annan has done a lot, but it seems that he has done nothing: he has his own territory, gained fame, and made a lot of money by relying on magic images...

But there seems to be nothing new. He built walls, filmed magic images, and made muskets in Xingyue Bay. After coming to Liberty City, he still built walls, filmed magic images, and made muskets...This year, he even invented only one magic train.

But there is no way, Liberty City has always been short of people. Even now, there is no shortage of population, but there is a shortage of talent.

Hmm... After returning, formulate a five-year plan to make Liberty City vigorously upgrade its technology?

Knock knock knock...

The faint knock on the door awakened Annan from his deep thought. His sight moved away from the blurry Golden City and the reflection on the glass. He tiptoed to pull up the curtains and looked back at the door.

"Not outside."

The Black Widow shook her head at him and pointed at Annan's lower abdomen: "There."

"Please respect yourself."

"I mean behind you."

"Oh..."

Annan made way, and the second "knock knock knock" sound happened to come from behind the dressing table.

Annan and the Black Widow looked at each other and pushed the dressing table away before the third knock sounded.

As the dressing table moved away, the dark rat hole on the wall and a fat rat head lying at the hole emerged together.

The rat head, which looked like a mole scratching the edge of the rat hole, stared at Annan for a few seconds and said sharply in the common language: "The elder asked me to deliver intelligence!"

"Really amazing... You can even enter the Golden Palace." Annan exclaimed.

Black Widow seemed to have thought of something, and her face was uncertain.

Annan had some guesses about what the Stoon ratmen were doing here.

For such a large Golden Palace, even if a gold brick was pried away a day, it would not be a small amount... Who knows how much gold in the Golden Palace was dug away by the ratmen.

No wonder the rat elders appeared here.

Annan suddenly felt sorry for Commander Raymond. The efforts of the Raymond family for dozens of generations were all taken away by the ratmen.

"Hehe!"

The rat head snorted complacently, retracted into the rat hole, and stretched out a claw holding the rolled parchment.

"Why did you deliver the intelligence again?" Annan took the parchment.

"What are you delivering again?" The rat head popped up.

"Mora is not one of you?" Annan suddenly realized something.

"What is Mora?"

"Nothing..."

Annan lowered his head and opened the parchment.

The information from the ratmen was the same as Mora's, but more detailed. In addition to the five territories and towns, there were also witnesses who accused Annan.

Among the names of the witnesses, the most eye-catching one was Killian Raymond's name, but Annan was not surprised. As for the rest of the names, he guessed that they were survivors or actors hired by the great lord.

Interestingly, the information from the ratmen and Mora was the same, which meant that they had real information.

It was natural for the Stunn ratmen to do this, and the ratman elders were not stupid enough to deceive themselves with false information. But why did Mora help himself?

And his attitude was also... humble.

It was like what some fans saw him in - but Annan didn't believe that Mora had seen the magic video, or was his own fan.

"Black Widow..."

"Don't ask me, I don't know anything." Black Widow shook her head.

Since it wasn't the Black Widow who did it, then who else could it be... Annan suddenly raised his head: "You read my thoughts?"

The Black Widow, who maintained the spell, smiled charmingly: "It's just that the way you think is so charming, I can't help it."

I almost forgot that she is the infamous Black Widow, and rules have no binding force on her at all.

Dela is still the most suitable to be a guard, rarely attracting attention, and sometimes I even ignore her around.

It's a pity...

"Don't be so pessimistic, maybe she will become a succubus and come back to find you in a while?"

"You still read!"

"You didn't even give me time to remove the spell." The Black Widow said resentfully.

At this time, the rat head said sharply: "I want to go back!"

"Wait a minute."

Annan called it to stop, took out a piece of steak from the magic ring and handed it over.

"Human thing, okay!"

The mouse's head showed humanized joy, holding the steak and retreating into the mouse hole.

Annan pushed the dressing table back to its original position and blocked the rat hole.

"Stop prying into my thoughts, Lucia."

Suddenly Annan called her name sternly, Black Widow showed a serious expression: "Okay."

Annan opened a corner of the curtain and looked at the Golden City in the snowy night.

By this time, Wilson and the others should have already taken action, right?

…

The open coal hills handled large amounts of goods and slaves every day.

As the interest of Feilun Trading Company, there are strict guards here. There are three masters alone, and there is also an elite knight who is not inferior to any cavalry regiment.

"The three masters are an archmage and two great swordsmen. They mainly stay in the town on the edge of Coal Mountain. Coal Mountain will stop mining open-pit mines in winter and turn to mines. So even if we are unfortunately exposed , and you have at least fifteen minutes to prepare.”

On the mountain road to Coal Mountain, the Oscuras mercenary group and members of the free folk sat on a long line of carts. Their hair and shoulders were covered with thin snow, and they swayed with the bumps, listening carefully to the whispers of Little Small, who played the role of the groom.

"We are likely to be separated after entering, so after the operation begins, it must be divided into three stages: first, find companions. Second, judge whether to hibernate or encourage the miners based on the current strength. Third, launch with the force of a violent storm riot."