A strange world

Chapter 412 Chapter 70. Return trip

Annan's drunkenness disappeared at this moment, and the black eyes that regained consciousness stared sharply at the woman in front of him——

"Olin?" Annan's tense body relaxed again.

"Why don't you call me sister anymore?" Ou Lin put down the wine glass and frowned at Annan who was losing his temper: "Have you never drank before?"

"No."

Annan was still looking at Ou Lin blankly.

She wore a light-colored silk waist dress. Her slender legs, which were always blocked by leg armor, supported her well-proportioned figure. Her healthy muscle curves separated her from those ladies who could not even move chairs. Miss distinction.

It's just like the oil painting in the manor that depicts the ancestors' youth...

"You are actually your ancestor who has become younger, right? There is no reason for that tomboy to look so much like a woman." Annan reached out to touch Ou Lin.

Olin slapped Annan's palm away, ignored his offensive words, and scanned the surroundings vaguely. She was relieved that she was not seen by the troublesome Xiana niece... Who can be angry with a drunk pretty boy.

"Remember what I said?"

Ou Lin thought for a moment, then lifted Annan up like a lame patient, "I'll take you to the terrace to sober up."

"Remember..." Even though Annan's thinking has become slow, the memory is still fresh: "Arcana can core 400,000 gold coins."

"That's not it."

They came to the terrace, and Orin didn't notice Alice following them.

"You only get 20% off when you buy something from the Imperial Procurement Department."

"No..." Olin sighed and threw him in front of the guardrail, "I said, don't let money corrupt your will."

"I am not sleeply!"

Usually Annan didn't dare to speak loudly to Ou Lin, but tonight was a special case.

"Whose money bag fell there?"

"Mine! That's mine!" Annan immediately lay down on the ground, struggling to regain focus with his black eyes and search for the money bag.

Da da da--

Alice appeared on the terrace at this time and saw Annan kneeling at Olin's feet, as if he wanted to lick her feet.

"Did I disturb you?" Alice asked calmly.

"I just lied to him and said there was a money bag on the ground."

Alice believed that Annan was indeed such a person, and stood around Annan and Olin.

"How did you meet?" Olin asked curiously.

Alice is calm and smart, and is calmer and smarter than many people Orin knows. Her father is a mage who has embarked on a legendary journey, so it stands to reason that she has no chance to meet Annan.

"A beautiful encounter."

The brightly lit Montreal Mountain looks like a giant torch. The moon in the night sky covered the plains in the distance with beautiful silver gauze, which was finally reflected in Alice's eyes.

If Alice hadn't remained calm, Orin thought she had fallen in love with Annan.

"What about you?" Alice asked.

Orin wanted to touch her pockets and remembered that she was wearing a skirt instead of skirt armor. "What he did in the bottom nest was different from everyone else..."

Alice suddenly lowered her head, Annan was picking his toes...

"Why hasn't he gotten up yet?"

"Because I didn't find the money bag." Olin heard Alice's heart beating faster and thought about throwing her money bag to the ground.

"My baby...no one can take it away from you..." Annan hugged the money bag.

Ou Lin pulled Annan up, let him lie on the guardrail, and continued:

"You are his friend and you should advise him. He likes money more than anything else and is more greedy than a dragon."

"Because you don't know what happened to Annan." Alice told the story of Xingyue Bay. Life there is abundant, taxes are extremely low, both nobles and poor people can sit together, elves and orcs shake hands and make peace... "Annan just wants to provide a place of refuge for all kind-hearted beings."

"He's not the first, but do you know why their traces are missing?" the silent Orin whispered. "Because they all failed."

"Annan is different, he will succeed."

Alice thought of the nobles applauding excitedly because of the magical images, of the common people knowing what was happening on the ground beneath their feet because of the magical newspapers, and of the Susan spinning machines, muskets and cannons——

"I firmly believe that."

"vomit--"

At this time, Annan, who was lying on the fence, suddenly made a sound of vomiting.

Olin lost her temper and shouted: "Don't let him spit it out!"

…

Annan woke up from a hangover.

I didn't see Martin when I opened my eyes... This was the first good news. He's still in his bedroom...that's the second piece of good news. There is no strange woman next to my pillow... This is the third good news.

"Doesn't this world even have the magic to restore consciousness..." Annan muttered to himself and sat up.

"Yes, but Alice asked us not to use it on you. She said she wanted you to remember this feeling." Amy poked her head out of the living room door: "Have you drank a lot?"

"I don't remember...but the glass was never empty."

"The vice-dean said we are ready to go back, will you come with us?"

"Well, I'll pack my things and then go to Montreal Manor."

There was nothing to organize, Annan just put his and other people's things into the magic ring, went to the hall downstairs, and said goodbye to the players from other colleges.

In nine colleges, Annan received ten invitations to be guests - one of which was a note privately slipped to him by Ellie.

Before leaving, Annan went to the hotel where Angelo College was staying to visit the necromancer Henry.

"Henry! The champion warlock is looking for you!" His companion banged on the door.

"Wait a minute! I'm gluing the undeveloped embryo to its mother and burning it with flames..." Henry shouted from the door.

"What do you mean?" Annan asked Henry's companion.

“It’s just wrapping chicken legs in egg wash and roasting them.”

"Necromancers also eat human food?" Annan arrived and was surprised.

"We are only dealing with the undead, not the undead." The door opened at this time. Henry wanted to lose his temper but didn't dare. He took off his apron and asked, "Shall we leave now?"

"No rush, I'll hire you first. Your task now is to find more necromancers for me - those who want to order the camp, it's best not to be evil." Annan waved his hand, and a box of gold coins appeared next to him, "This It’s 500 gold coins. After you find the Necromancer, ask them to come to Syltovis to find me.”

"good……"

Henry stared blankly at the box of gold coins - as a necromancer, the only people who trusted him were skeletons and corpses... This was the first time for a living person.

When he was about to say something more, Annan had already gone out and returned to the carriage, and set off again.

Coming down from the Montreal mountains and seeing the manor in the distance, Annan suddenly thought of being drunk at the banquet last night...

"Am I not losing my temper?" he asked Alice.

"Except getting down on the ground and grabbing Orlene Montreal's purse."

Annan covered his face first, and then fumbled for the mage's robe. Damn it, my drunken self didn't know how to put the money bag into the magic ring.

After thinking about it carefully, Annan took out his notes, turned to the "Annan's Fables" section, and wrote a new story: Cinderella.

"You remember what happened last night, right?" Alice narrowed her eyes.

Annan stretched his head and hands out of the car window and cheered into the wind:

"Go home! New home!"