A strange world

Chapter 566 Chapter 223. Ancestor’s helping hand

When Princess Seles saw Mount Montreal for the first time, her emotions were the same as Annan's, with a little more faith and intimacy.

For the Montreal family, Mount Montreal is undoubtedly a sacred mountain, their birthplace... second only to Wilhelm in importance.

Princess Sayers' expression showed a rare hint of cowardice... She was not qualified to come back here.

"I……"

"Don't worry, the atmosphere here is very good. I've met that emperor, and he talks a lot." Annan boasted, pushing the shy Princess Sales towards the suburban manor.

In this silence, Princess Sales said softly: "Clo is a strong boy..."

Annan spent some time and remembered that the person the princess mentioned was the traitor who betrayed the country and the people.

The dean slowed down and gradually fell behind Annan and Princess Sales.

"When he was a child, our father had always instilled in him the idea of ​​transcending the Golden Family. Everything about him was manipulated and controlled by his father... This obsession changed him forever..."

As Princess Sails told the story, a pitiful and hateful outline gradually formed in Annan's heart - but he didn't care.

Everyone has their own story. Or sad, or laughing, or angry. But there are some things you should do and some things you shouldn't.

"I also have a story, almost the same as yours."

When he saw the gate of the manor, Annan told the story of Mad Dog Archduke and Claire.

"...Later, Claire took advantage of the loophole in the mad blood and led her and her brother's souls to hell."

Claire is truly kind - not only did she sacrifice herself, but after saving her brother, she did not selfishly forgive him for the dead person, but sent him to hell to receive punishment...

"I'm not that good..." Princess Sayles' eyes dimmed.

"It doesn't matter, there is Mrs. Winter."

Fortunately, Princess Sails did not favor her brother. She raised her head and looked at Annan with eyes that seemed to have aged by more than ten years: "Promise me to kill him..."

"If I can do it."

No one is more qualified to do this than Annan. He is one of the twelve kings of the North who guard the North, and is nominally an old citizen of the Ruikaner Kingdom.

His revenge is naturally just.

Arriving at the door of the manor, Annan found Ou Lin standing at the door, seemingly waiting for someone.

"The ancestors asked me to come out to pick you up."

Olin's eyes fell on Princess Sayles in the wheelchair. They looked nothing alike, but their eyes were almost identical.

But now, one is determined and curious, and the other is flickering and fearful.

"Welcome home."

Princess Seles's shoulders trembled slightly.

She didn't even cry when Annan rescued her from the dungeon.

It looks like Montreal's golden family has accepted her. Annan thought. The survivors of the Montreal family...she and Lady Winter might even be published in the Empire.

Annan turned around and saw no sign of the dean. He might have gone somewhere to play again. Annan ignored him: "Are our ancestors in the back garden?"

"Um."

"I have something to talk to my ancestor about...you'd better come along."

Annan wanted to hand the princess over to the housekeeper, but she suddenly said: "Can I see that person..."

Ou Lin originally wanted to say that not everyone can meet their ancestors, but Annan answered for her: "Yes."

Oulin had no choice but to lead them to the back garden.

The ancestor with glasses on his nose was basking in the sun on a lounge chair.

It seems that older mages like to bask in the sun.

"Little Annan came to see me?"

"Ancestor, I have something serious to say."

Annan pretended to be mature in front of his ancestors and talked about the royal family of the Ruikaner Kingdom betraying the country and people and colluding with the rat people.

Princess Seles, who remained silent, lowered her head: "I'm sorry... When we realized what the betrayer was going to do, it was already too late..."

"It's not your fault, child. We can't blame a bloodline who was locked up in a dungeon and tortured for unreasonable accusations." The ancestor said lovingly.

Princess Seles's eyes became moist again.

"So, little Annan, what do you want to do by telling me this?"

"The Rekaner Kingdom wants to wear sheep's clothing... I want to expose their ugliness." Annan sighed helplessly, "But I am worried about being retaliated by the betrayer, so I want to ask if the empire can protect me..."

"I'm worried that the people on the mountain will feel... embarrassed." Olin thought carefully about her words.

"They feel embarrassed. Have they forgotten who carried us to become the Golden Family?" The ancestor snorted coldly and looked at Annan: "Little Annan, why do you want to do this?"

"I cannot accept that bad people disguise themselves as good people, tamper with history, and deceive mankind."

"That's great, I support you!"

Annan scratched his head shyly: "So..."

The ancestor said with a smile: "It seems that I haven't been to Liberty City yet..."

Ou Lin looked at her ancestor in surprise. Annan hesitated to speak: "You are welcome to come to Liberty City as a guest, but..."

"Don't underestimate me, it's enough to teach some little mice a lesson."

Annan noticed that Ou Lin was nodding to him, so there was nothing to worry about.

The ancestors asked Princess Sales about her past affectionately. During this period, Orin told Annan: "There is new news. The Laurentian family, one of the twelve kings of the North, is in Montreal Mountain."

Thinking of the old owner of Mars, Annan decided to go and visit.

The once glorious Lawrencet family now has very few members left. Unexpectedly, Annan saw the old head of the family.

"You're actually still alive!" He couldn't help but be surprised.

The old patriarch, who was about to speak, couldn't catch his breath. She clutched her chest and gasped for breath. The anxious old maid called the mage to treat the old patriarch, and finally rescued the old patriarch, but he didn't want to see Annan again.

After sneaking out, Annan went to the Moonlight Theater to visit the ghost, and flipped through the ledger perfunctorily. Annan and the dean returned to Liberty City.

He will return to the Montreal Mountains soon. Give the small box containing the second prince to Princess Sales to reunite the siblings, and then bring the ancestor over.

"Evelyn!"

Annan called Evelin's name in the living room.

Maid Abby pops up. "Where did Evelin go?" Annan asked her.

"I do not know."

Annan walked out of the city lord's mansion and pointed at the two guards outside the door: "You guys have a fight."

"Sir, what are you talking about?"

"Let's fight and make it realistic."

The confused guard did as he was told, and they started punching and kicking each other.

Annan looked into the distance, and not long after, he saw Evelin running towards this side holding the magic stone.

Wherever there is news, there are ace reporters.

Annan signaled the guards to stop and told Evelin the good news: "Mount Montreal has given permission, prepare a special chapter!"