A strange world

Chapter 499 Chapter 156. You don’t want your own... to be... by me, right?

"Don't I have any privacy in my city lord's mansion?"

In the evening, Annan became furious when he learned that the rumors had spread throughout the city.

Layla came back at this time carrying the fishing rod.

"Leila!"

Annan remembered that only Leila was present in the morning: "Did you tell the truth about the taxation!?"

Leila shrank her shoulders: "I just said something to an old fisherman while fishing...", but then she raised her head again: "Why are you talking to me? You should call me second sister!"

Annan said with emphasis: "Second sister, have you suddenly been unable to catch fish recently?"

"how do you know……"

"Deserve it!"

"you--"

"Sister! Leila went out fishing again!"

"How...wow--"

Leila quickly ran away.

Ingrid looked away from Leila's back: "How are you going to make money, new magic image?"

"It's not the time yet. We have plundered too much money from the nobles in recent months...wait and let them recover for a while."

Annan casually picked up the book next to him, and then realized that it was government affairs and not a knightly novel, so he had to read it a few times under Ingrid's gaze...

"Expedition?"

A line of familiar text appeared in front of me.

"The expeditionary force and the demons began to encounter each other in the Thunder Rift Valley, and suffered heavy losses... Even the expeditionary forces united by various countries were unable to fight against the demons?"

"Because it is a demonic tide, and we can only use the snow mountain fortress to block it."

And when one-third of the northern fortress fell, there was only a flat river left from the northern border to the middle-earth.

"They shouldn't be able to get through, right?"

Annan faced the threat of demonic tides when he was in the north, and he also faced the threat of demonic tides when he came to Middle-earth. Didn't he come to Middle-earth in vain?

"So we have to add another Great Wall to the North." Annan put down the heavy news, "Does Girardi know?"

"He's obsessed with playing cards in the pub these days."

Because no one knows him, there is no need to worry about assassination.

"Send him the news, and remember to ask him about the mad blood." Annan said. As a future northern ally, he has the responsibility to resist the demonic tide. "Where is Alice?"

"Went to the hospital with the deputy city lord."

"Olmedo?"

"Um."

Annan ran to the hospital and found Alice and Olmedo surrounded by children.

"Alice, is your father usually short of money?" Annan paid attention to Mr. Swaro.

"Why do you ask?"

"If there is such an opportunity, it only takes a few dozen minutes to make a trip and you will get a thousand gold coins..."

"You want to hire my father?"

"This is not an employment...well, this is an employment. So would Mr. Swallow be interested?"

"Father likes to buy a lot of books to fill the bookshelves, but books have always been expensive... I think he will agree to it, as long as it is not an assassination."

"Of course not, do you want to listen together?"

“I promised Evelin to visit her tavern.”

"have fun."

Separating from Evelin, Annan went to a secluded place not far from the hospital to activate the amulet.

Mr. Swaro appeared with a cold face. Before he satirized himself like Professor Snape, Annan quickly said: "The attack of the Mad Dog Archduke allowed some towns to monopolize the box office of my magical images. I need a powerful being to get it back for me." I can give you one-tenth of this money. Please help me Mr. Swaro!"

"I do not need."

When Annan thought that the commission had failed, Mr. Swarovski said: "Prepare for me a cart full of books about the Principality of Montaburlo."

"Leave it to me! There's one more thing -"

"One tenth right?"

Annan can endure loss, but cannot bear to gain and lose again: "I won't ask anymore..."

Mr. Schwaro looked down at him with disdain, but did not move away.

Annan breathed a sigh of relief.

He knows his strengths and weaknesses: it is difficult to focus on something for a long time. So he never concealed this, but let people who were better than him do the work: Ingrid was good at peeling off cocoons, so he let her take care of government affairs. Itilia is sensitive to numbers, so let her handle the finances. Olmedo had experience in governance, so he handed Liberty City over to him.

Mr. Schwaro is the voice of wisdom, so let him help you think.

Annan took out the cursed crystal from the magic ring and recounted the news revealed to him in the void world by the gray-robed mage.

"Anyone can activate it, but the president of the Mages Association gave it to me. I guess he wanted me to be a scapegoat."

"You were right not to agree to him." Mr. Swaro stared at the cursed crystal filled with vicious souls. "A demon who can blaspheme the golden bloodline is equivalent to a god. Any harm done to him will only come back... "

"What if I let someone else inspire the curse?"

Mr. Swaro looked down at Annan: "Do you think the demon king, who is like a demigod, has no ability to look back?"

"Any way to kill the Mad Dog Archduke will result in backlash?" Annan began to feel that it was difficult...

But Mr. Swaro said: "His soul went crazy because he endured the gaze of the Demon Lord, but the Demon Lord will not continue to stare at a creature that has lost its value."

Annan's black eyes sparkled: "Does this mean I can sell this crystal to the Mad Dog Archduke?"

A trace of confusion flashed across the face of the epic mage Swaro who embarked on the legendary road: "...Isn't he an enemy?"

"So I will take away his wealth, abolish his status, trample on his dignity, and let him hang like dust in front of the square after he loses the gaze of the Demon Lord, and his bones will be transformed into skeletons to enslave for generations!"

Annan's coldness only lasted for a few seconds before returning to the warmth of the sun: "But now I'm worried that he will lift the curse after knowing it..."

"This is a vicious curse on the soul that cannot be lifted."

"That's good."

It seems that the gray-robed mage really hates the Montabur Locke bloodline.

"Alice is in the pub, do you want to see her?"

The ominous wind blew across his cheeks, and Annan suddenly felt that Mr. Swaro's temperament had changed from Snape to the Red Devil.

Annan quickly added: "Evelyn is with her...that's Ruth."

"……Need not."

Mr. Schwaro prepared to go back, "Tell me those towns."

"Well... there's one more thing..."

…

"I changed my mind."

The Mad Dog Archduke smiled ferociously: "Mr. Dar, I want to see the... hell you described."

At this time, a seemingly harmless magic bubble floated in.

The eyes of Mad Dog Archduke, Gray Robe Mage and Lord Lorraine fell on it.

"A voice transmission spell."

After the gray-robed mage finished speaking, the magic bubble suddenly exploded, forming an ominous spar pattern. A young voice then sounded in the hall:

"I picked up a 'Mad Dog Archduke's Soul Curse Crystal'. This seems to be yours? What a coincidence... Mad Dog Archduke, you don't want your curse to be triggered by me, right?"