A strange world

Chapter 368 Chapter 26. First meeting

"That's Annan's cat, you shouldn't say that."

"I just told him it was a good opportunity."

Annan came back to his senses due to the conversation between Xiana and Ai Xue. He said nothing and watched them quarreling quietly.

The woman came back quickly and reluctantly handed Lily to him.

"What's wrong?"

Lily let go and jumped into Annan's arms. Olin Montreal and Annan said, "It's your turn."

"I……"

Annan could not refuse the encouraging look from Vice Dean Boris, so he had to hand Lily over to Alice first and go out with the woman.

Passing through several corridors on the way to the gardens, the collection is the invisible line that separates the true nobility from the nouveau riche. Compared with many nobles, the Reeves family is considered to have a rich heritage. After selling so much, there is still some left, but it is completely incomparable to this manor... The collections placed in the corridor contain a sense of history. .

Annan saw a large oil painting on the wall. It was a shining, beautiful girl wearing a wide-brimmed hat, with a dead red dragon in the background.

Annan slowed down: "Is this you when you were young?"

"...This is our ancestor."

Well, no one is born that old...but seeing such a beautiful girl in the oil painting look so old now is really touching.

I continued to follow the woman, but I felt like she had become a little colder. Why?

Stepping out of the mansion and passing through a cold-resistant garden that still blooms in winter, Annan and Oline Montreal came to see their ancestors.

"What do you want from me?" Annan's respect for her was second only to Teacher Meier.

"It just reminds me of a friend. She is also a warlock..." The ancestor's ears suddenly seemed to be getting better.

"Is that warlock an elf?"

"What did you say?"

"No." Orin Montreal answered for her ancestor.

Annan grabbed the book on the table, rolled it into a paper tube and put it to the old woman's ear: "I said you were so beautiful when you were young!"

"That goes without saying." The ancestor showed his naughty side.

After a few words of conversation, the ancestor curled up in the recliner and fell asleep. Olin Montreal and Annan quietly left.

"My ancestors like you very much."

"That goes without saying." Annan said proudly: "Do you know what people in the north call me?"

"how?"

"Succubus of the North."

"Pfft..." Xiana and Ai Xue's aunt, Olin Montreal, recognized as the iron lady in the imperial capital, couldn't hold back her laughter. "Don't do this in the empire, you will be laughed at..."

Succubus is not a good word.

After laughing, her relationship with Anan became closer.

"Why would a legend have his ears cursed?" Annan asked in confusion.

"It's not that the ears were cursed, it's that the curse was weakened and only affected the ears... and the body." The ancestor was very happy today, which made Olin Montreal's mood improve. It was difficult to say more: "That's why the ancestor Over two hundred years old, he has already aged like this."

After sending Annan outside the restaurant, Olin Montreal did not go in again and asked Annan to tell them that if they had anything to say, just talk to the housekeeper or the servant.

"Won't you tell them?"

Orin Montreal, who had returned to her normal style, did not answer and left with her leather boots on.

Annan walked into the restaurant and recounted what the woman had told him.

The vice president is going to register at the Imperial Capital Etiquette Department.

"I'm with you." Annan said.

Alice and Xana also wanted to follow, but Vice Dean Boris refused them. And the steward who learned that they were going into the city sent them a carriage directly.

The family emblem on the carriage can be seen in every department of the imperial capital - it represents the supreme existence of the Tatoon Empire: the Montreal Golden Family.

Boris seemed to be floating when he sat on it, while Annan only felt that the velvet cushion was really soft.

Not long after driving out of the manor, Annan asked the groom to stop first and ran to the open space on the side of the road to open the portal.

Layla, who was napping while leaning on the ogre with her arms around the fishing rod, woke up in a start, and looked around the portal: "Where's the sea!"

"There is no sea, and there are no lakes and rivers." Annan answered before Leila asked, "Go and tell Eli Gravel to build a wheelchair for me to use later."

"I am your sister, how dare you order me?"

"I'll look for you to see if there's a lake nearby in the next few days."

"I'll go right away." Leila ran away holding the fishing rod.

"Is there anything else?" the ogre lowered his head and asked.

"No, um... I just arrived in the Imperial City and am temporarily staying in a manor owned by the Golden Family in Montreal."

After closing the portal, Annan returned to the carriage.

"Is that... a portal?" The vice-chancellor's lips trembled.

"Um."

"Your magic tool?"

"no."

During the rest of the journey, the vice-dean was shaking like an epilepsy - because Boris suddenly realized that they could really bring the title of "Champion Warlock" back to Syltovis...

He looked at Annan with burning eyes, and no words could describe his mood at this moment: "I...I love you!"

"Vice Dean please respect yourself."

"I mean, you are the hero of Salz College!" Vice-President Boris said enthusiastically: "From now on, we will discuss our own affairs. You call me the Vice-President, and I call you Mr. Annan."

Realistic Boris doesn't want to miss the opportunity to hug the dragon's legs. A warlock who can open a portal at the age of sixteen can become a legend at the age of seventeen, but he cannot bring down the gods from the Kingdom of God at the age of eighteen?

"...It doesn't have to be like this."

"I understand! You want me to keep respect in my heart!"

Annan stopped talking nonsense and allowed Boris to continue to flatter. Maybe the academy in New Star Moon Bay can bring him over in the future.

The imperial capital that had gone away in the morning was getting closer and closer now. The layers of buildings stretched around the mountain peaks, like a tower reaching the sky. The lack of walls seems to be the confidence of the center of Tatoun's empire.

But unlike Annan's imagination of pouring a basin of water on ten people, eleven of them were nobles, and there were rich people everywhere... Annan, who was approaching the imperial capital, first saw an unusually dilapidated shack community in the lower city.

"What's the population of the imperial capital?" Annan asked.

"Like several million...?"

It should be more than that. This city is even more exaggerated than the Rat Man's nest... with a population of at least tens of millions.

"Are there many poor people in Syltovis?" Annan asked again.

"Of course not many, there are 'only' a few thousand people in the ghetto—"

The few percent of people who are poor are certainly not that many. There is no cold winter, and it is close to the strait. People without diseases can survive with a little diligence.

That shack looks like it can hold a few thousand people. Doesn't it look like the imperial capital is in good condition?

At this time, the vice president realized what Annan was saying: "We are in a low-city area, not a place for poor people to live. There is a lower-city area below the low-city area."

"Where is it?"

The vice president pointed to his feet.

Through the goose down carpet in the carriage, Annan seemed to glimpse a dark city lingering beneath the imperial capital.