A strange world

Chapter 912 Section 143. Visitors from the Kingdom of Rekanel

The Knights’ Office.

The Knight Clerk came in with a pile of documents.

Olin looked up and said, “Leave the important ones, and leave the rest to you.”

“Are you going out?”

“I want to go back early, Annan is here.”

A beautiful face appeared in the Knight Clerk’s mind, and he was suddenly enlightened.

“…I mean, he and his Free City are just outside the city.” Olin frowned slightly.

“I understand…”

The Knight Clerk’s expression made Olin frown even deeper, and then he heard him say, “No important business today,” and turned to go out.

Olin was about to call him, but the clerk came back with a smile that made her inexplicably unhappy: “Captain Olin, Master Annan is here.”

“Let him in.” Olin sighed.

Soon, Annan, wearing a cloak, walked into the office.

"Why are the betrayers here?"

Annan asked directly, which surprised Olin: "What?"

"I saw the carriage of the Montreal family when I came here."

Not the Golden Family, but the Montreal family of the Kingdom of Recan.

Olin took off her long silk gloves: "...They are also on the list of the victory parade."

List? In what capacity can the Kingdom of Recan hold a parade, prisoners?

"Who allowed it?"

"Another voice of the Empire."

Okay, it's another damn political struggle.

"If you need it, I can tell you."

The situation is not complicated. The Kingdom of Recan is not a piece of iron, and the Empire is not either.

The moderates of the Empire met the opposition of the Kingdom, so they had a common topic.

Annan certainly knew that it was wrong to kill everyone in the Kingdom of Recan. Apart from anything else, many soldiers and people may not be willing to follow the Kingdom...but what about the royal family?

Is there any good person in the Montreal family?

"Really?"

"Who knows..."

With Olin's character, before investigating clearly, she would first arrest these branches and interrogate them one by one. Unfortunately, her words don't count.

"Where is Princess Saiers?"

"Bauhinia Manor, the Elders Council placed her there."

...

Bauhinia Manor is located on the hillside of Montreal Mountain and is named after a garden of bauhinia flowers.

When Annan arrived, Princess Saiers was wearing an apron, tying her hair on the side, and wearing gloves to prune leaves and branches in the garden.

After nearly a year of recuperation, Princess Saiers' figure has returned from being skinny to plump.

The servant walked over and whispered, Princess Saiers raised her head, looked at Annan and smiled, took off her gloves and apron and walked over.

"Are you here to attend the victory parade?"

"Well...are there any guests coming?"

"You are the first one this month...why do you ask?"

No wonder Princess Saiers gave Annan a cold feeling after not seeing her for a few months, like a lonely lady for a long time.

"Because I saw--"

The servant who came over interrupted Annan: "Your Highness, some people came outside and wanted to see you."

"It seems that my place is going to be lively for a rare time." Princess Saiers smiled, "Who is coming?"

"They said they are your people."

Princess Saiers looked at Annan in surprise.

"Well, I saw them..."

"I'll drive them out!"

Princess Saiers stood on Annan's side.

"No... Let's listen to what they want to say first, what if they are the same as you?"

Princess Saiers nodded, asked the servant to take the guests to the reception room, took out a handkerchief to wipe her hands, untied her hair, and let her long hair fall on her shoulders.

The noble princess of the kingdom in her memory is back again.

Annan followed Princess Saiers to the reception room and saw three people: a girl, a man, and a middle-aged nobleman.

The first two had obvious Montreal blood characteristics.

"Cynthia..." Looking at the girl, Princess Saiers said in a complicated tone.

"Aunt! I'm so glad you're okay!"

The girl named Cynthia threw herself into Princess Saiers' arms.

Princess Saiers wanted to keep a straight face, but she still smiled. She gently touched the girl's head in her arms and looked up at the man: "Anok..."

"Sister..." The man named Anok's face was no less complicated than hers.

"It seems that my brother the king sent you here on purpose..."

"That's not the case!" Cynthia raised her head from her arms, "I know you are still alive, so I asked them to bring me here."

"Yes, Princess, Her Highness Cynthia knew you were in Montreal and kept clamoring to come with you." The nobleman smiled.

"Who are you?"

"Monson Montreal, the current parliamentarian of the kingdom."

Princess Saiers let go of Cynthia and introduced: "He is Annan Reeves, the King of the North."

"It's you!"

Cynthia and Arnock exclaimed at the same time, and Cynthia screamed: "It's you who made us isolated and helpless!"

Annan is largely responsible for the notoriety of the Kingdom of Rekanel, but...

"Isn't it all because you colluded with the ratmen, betrayed your people, and killed the Holy Grail Knights?" Annan stared at Cynthia coldly, making the young princess feel a little scared and hide behind Princess Saiers.

Princess Saiers suddenly stepped back and responded to Cynthia's unbelievable eyes: "He is right, we deserve it."

Cynthia was ashamed, and Arnock was blushing with no way to defend himself. Only Monson Montreal was a typical politician, and he smiled flatteringly: "Mr. Annan, I think we have some misunderstandings... The kingdom did do many things that should not be done, but it does not represent everyone. Even within the kingdom, there are many people who criticize this practice...

Monson Montreal's explanation is fine, but Annan sensed a certain falsehood, as if he was covered with a disgusting layer of human skin.

Annan didn't know if he had a preconceived idea, but... at worst, he would apologize to him if he made a mistake.

"Put away your hypocritical attitude, do you think I don't know the purpose of your coming to the empire?" Annan stared at Monson Montreal and said deliberately.

Monson Montreal and Annan looked at each other, and the smile gradually disappeared: "So, what does our King of the North have to say?"

Annan overestimated his disguise and sneered: "Go back and tell your king to wash his neck... My collection room is missing a king's head. "

"Mr. Reeves..." Monson Montreal emphasized Annan's last name, "You seem to have forgotten one thing. This is Montreal Mountain, my last name is Montreal... and you are nothing."

Annan was about to speak, and suddenly the admonition of the Grand Marshal rang in his mind: Even if you have already thought of how to kill the enemy in front of you, you must talk to him with a smile on your face.

Annan did not confront him, but asked:

"If I remember correctly, you will participate in this victory parade?"

"Yes."

"How many people?"

Monson Montreal put on a vigilant face: "What are you going to do..."

"Just asking."