A strange world

Chapter 656 Chapter 53. Weird Prison

"Lord Warlock, can you take us away?"

Annan came out and was surrounded by nobles.

Annan said bluntly: "It's more dangerous now than it was a few days ago. You will die on the road."

"I still want to see my niece again..." Ms. Alyssa grabbed Annan's hand and held it in front of her chest, her tone was helpless and tempting: "Fatima and I will 'thank' you together..."

"Damn it...if I were a woman, I would take off my clothes and beg him right now." A nobleman whispered jealously.

Annan was indifferent and took his hand out of Fatima's aunt's arms, "Hold on for a few more days, and I guarantee that you will all leave here alive."

They had no choice but to believe in the cake drawn by Annan.

Annan came out of the front hall, preparing to go back to the Church of Order to pick up those weird prisoners.

"Which of you is going out with me?" The Archmage stared at Annan's back and said suddenly.

"What?"

"We were deceived by him. He is just a boy." The Archmage looked around at the others. "He must have some way to avoid weird things. Follow him and let him take us out."

Finally, a few nobles volunteered and ran out of hiding with the hope of the remaining people.

The Archmage and the Crocodile Head each have their own cleverness.

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Not long after Annan left, there was a commotion in the palace. The archmage chased out with seven or eight nobles.

"I warned you guys..."

Annan whispered, ignoring the nobles who were shouting and chasing, and continued walking outside the royal city.

They wanted to catch up with Annan, but when they were still three to four hundred meters away, the tall tower they passed suddenly opened a dark doorway, and several shadow tentacles emerged to wrap around them.

"Help me! Help me—"

Annan heard a familiar scream among them. The fat noble was rolled up by the shadow tentacles protruding from the tower, and the archmage... He was torn in half by the two competing shadow tentacles, and his screams stopped abruptly.

Thinking that the fat nobleman's badge had indeed helped him, Annan asked the burnt girl: "Can you save him? Don't force it. If you can't save him, just forget it."

The charred girl merged into Annan's shadow, and then, the shadow tentacles entangled with the fat noble disappeared silently. The fat noble fell from a height of four to five meters. It was okay, he got up and staggered over to Annan.

A low tremor of dissatisfaction came from the tower that had been robbed of food.

Annan looked back indifferently: "This is the princess's territory. If you provoke me again, I will let her deal with you first."

Weird...how many legends does it have?

The restless tower retracted its wriggling tentacles at Annan's warning, closed the door, and returned to silence. Only the blood, water, and dirt scattered on the floor tiles bear witness to the previous tragedy—the survivors in the front hall must have seen it too.

"Thank you...thank you, sir."

The panting fat noble ran to Annan, clutching his stomach and panting.

"You're welcome, your badge helped me a little." Annan turned back and continued on his way, "Follow me, it depends on your luck where you go."

"We...where are we going...?" The fat noble was frightened by Annan's words.

"Go to the Church of Order first."

The fat noble suddenly felt blessed at this moment: "Sir, I know a material storage point of the church. The church people probably didn't have time to open it when they left!"

"...You should be able to get out of the royal city."

He handed out another magic ring like a treasure: "This is Andrius's magic ring that I just picked up..."

Andrius is the name of that archmage.

Annan looked at the valuable magic ring and said, "If you are lucky, you should be able to escape to the inner city."

The fat noble knew what to do, but he had nothing to offer: "Sir, I...I also have a beautiful niece, she will be fifteen years old this year..."

Annan looked at the streets outside the royal city: "...I am different from you. You have already reached your limit when you reach the inner city."

"I...I still have a flower garden in the north! I can transfer it to you!"

Annan's eyes fell on the fat noble's face: "Okay, your desire to survive made me see you standing in the outer city."

The fat nobleman felt a little relieved after receiving Annan's assurance...

Along the way, he saw countless weird things waiting for opportunities in dark corners, but they were all blocked out by invisible forces. The fat noble didn't know about the existence of the Burnt Girl and only thought it was Annan's power.

That idiot Andrius... what kind of boy is he? The power of the saint's arrival is estimated to be just like this...

The familiar Church of Order appeared in front. The fat noble looked at the lost church and let out the same sigh as Annan not long ago.

They walked into the church. Annan saw Candlehead standing outside and looked out. Just when he wanted to call it, it made a strange cry and ran back to the dungeon.

Was it scared away by humans?

Annan walked into the dungeon in confusion, and the fat noble who followed him saw a wonderful sight: the strange thing that made him tremble was trembling in front of Annan.

The reason why the candle head is afraid of the candle that is about to go out: it turns out that the crocodile head has taken away most of the weird things, and only a few of them are left here.

"It's okay, that's a good thing."

Annan didn't take it seriously: "It's better for them to leave now than to make a big fuss in Liberty City."

Although Annan wants to pretend everything to Liberty City, he does have some prejudices. The popularity of an elf and a ratman in Liberty City is different - there is nothing scarce about an elf, and Annan, the ratman, is willing to take it with him every day.

"They'll regret it!"

"Maybe they've been eaten."

The weirdos loosened up and got noisy. The slender dancing shadow approached the shivering fat noble and circled around him.

The artist Shasha wrote on the drawing board: "The slender dancing shadow asked if this is the food brought to us?"

"You have to get rid of this bad habit." Annan told them seriously, "Whether they are humans or other alien races, except for brainless ones like rat people and kobolds, do not include them in the diet."

"But if we don't kill we will become weak..." Candlehead said.

"There will always be a way." Annan said, "There is a vampire and an ogre in my territory. The former sucks the blood of livestock and stays healthy, and the latter even falls in love with sweets."

The fat noble didn't see what was written on the drawing board, but he heard Annan's words: "I...I don't taste good, it's all fat..."

Annan ignored him and continued: "We are leaving the city now."

Before setting off, Slug asked, "Should we have a name?"

Candlehead said: "Don't we have one? You are the crocodile head, it is the sketchpad man, it is the slender dancing shadow, and I am the candlehead!"

"It's not this, it's the name of an organization!" Slug twisted his body towards Annan.

"I don't know either."

Annan was not good at naming. The name "Free City" was stolen from the envoys of the Principality of Keating. But the most knowledgeable drawing board present was even less good at it.

"How about being healthy and happy every day?" it drew, but no one agreed. "What about a family that loves each other?"

"Let's call it Weird Prison first..."