A strange world

Chapter 926 Section 157. Take the ruins of Sorendor

Everyone showed a puzzled look.

Only Annan whispered to Orin: "What is a mixed blood?"

"It is an illegitimate child born to a non-noble, servant, or commoner."

Annan then showed a slow "no wonder". No wonder Isa chose not to keep one... The contradiction between pure blood and mixed blood is deep-rooted.

Monzon actually thought he could control this "mixed blood".

The murderer has been caught, and the only thing left is how to deal with him.

Janice said that the etiquette department will detain him on his behalf. Because the deceased and the murderer are both from the Kingdom of Rekanel, with special identities, Isa should be sent back to the Kingdom of Rekanel.

Isa, who had been obedient, raised his head at this time and struggled: "You can't let me go back! They will torture me to death...Annan! I killed them for you, let me go to your city! I also know many shameful secrets of the kingdom-"

Everyone's eyes were focused on Annan. He was silent for a while and then said: "Do you think I will thank you?"

"What...?" Isa was stunned.

Monson and his men are not guilty of death? Perhaps. But Annan simply dislikes the means of assassination, and -

"Although he dislikes Monson's character, he should trust you, right? Until the moment you killed him from behind, he firmly believed that you could do it."

Isa was stunned, and suddenly roared with veins exposed: "Annan! You are no different from those nobles! Damn you, why do you -"

Janice cast a spell to shut him up before he could say anything more unpleasant.

Olin was a little surprised: "I didn't expect you to be such a person..."

"That? I lied to him." Annan shrugged, "I just don't want to get into trouble. The dead are from the Montreal family, and the ones who did it are also from the Montreal family. Isn't it good for me to stand on the shore and watch the fun?"

They walked out of the big house, and Olin said thoughtfully: "Do you think he is telling the truth?"

"Is there a problem?"

"He said it too easily, as if... he chose to expose a secret to hide a bigger secret."

"It depends on your interrogation skills."

On the other side, Janice invited Barron: "I mean what I say. Newman, I will write a letter of recommendation tomorrow for Barron to rejoin the job."

Before the city guard officer Newman had time to be happy, Barron shook his head and refused: "No, being a city guard means patrolling all day, and I can't afford to offend the nobles. I'd better be a drunkard..."

Janice frowned and said: "I don't know what you have experienced in the past, but your ability should not be buried-"

"What's wrong? Sister Janice." Annan came over and asked.

Janice's slightly sarcastic face suddenly became lively, and she briefly recounted what happened.

"He is a talent."

"I have a suggestion. Since he is unwilling to return to the city guards, let him be a consultant. When there is a case, let him go with you and pay him some money."

Annan looked at Barron again, "To thank you for helping me clear my name in a few hours... After the future commercial street opens, the tavern will be free for you... How about half price?"

"You are such a generous nobleman." The old man with rosacea saluted Annan staggeringly, "If you are attacked one day, I will help you solve the case without money."

"Then it's settled." Annan smiled, not caring about the offense of the drunk Barron.

Annan said goodbye to Janice and followed Olin back to the manor.

Olmedo was waiting in the hall. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw them come back. He looked at Annan and said, "It's good. He doesn't seem to have suffered."

"How can he not suffer? I was forced to read books in the cell for half a day."

Olmedo looked at Olin: "Can you keep him in for a few more days?"

...

The next day, Annan, who was about to discuss the commercial street, learned bad news: Isa died in the cell.

Olin said it was just an accident. No one expected him to commit suicide...

Isa's behavior of simply confessing his crimes obviously did not fit the image of a criminal who was not afraid of life and death. It seemed that he really didn't want to return to the Kingdom of Rekanel.

Whatever secrets this "mixed blood" had hidden behind him, they disappeared with his death.

After washing and having breakfast, Annan went out to do the last thing before going home.

"Lord Annan, I will be responsible for discussing the commercial street with you."

At the back door of the Moonlight Opera House, Annan met with officials from the Imperial Ministry of the Interior.

The official from the Ministry of the Interior introduced several documents in his hand: "Starlight Wine Street is located next to Ferdon House. If you choose this place, there will be no shortage of customers; there is also File Road, which is the only way for outsiders to come to Montreal Mountain-"

The streets introduced by the official are all good, but Annan has his heart set on someone else.

"Didn't Olin tell you? I want this place." Annan pointed to the ruins around him and said, "Look, such a good place, it would be a waste to abandon it."

"Uh..." The official's face froze for a moment, and he remained polite: "I'm afraid it won't work. You should take another look at these..."

"This is different from what we agreed on." Annan's smile gradually faded, not sure whether the official acted on his own or Olin didn't make it clear.

"Lord Annan, the ruins of Solendo are related to some of the empire's past, and it can't be handed over to outsiders."

It seems to be the former.

"I only want the ruins of Solendo. If you want to go back on your word, I'll let... Sister Aries talk to you."

Annan rejected the documents handed over by the official, feeling strange... Oulin did not stop him, indicating that the royal family no longer cared about this past, who was making trouble?

"Sorry, it's really not possible." The official ignored Annan's threat and said with a polite smile.

"Then I won't accept it."

"Well, if you change your mind, you are welcome to come to the Ministry of the Interior to choose land at any time."

The official returned to the Ministry of the Interior and breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Annan was not as difficult as the legend said, and was even easy to deal with.

"How was it? Did you meet Annan?" his colleague asked him.

"Well, he wanted the ruins, I didn't give it to him, and then he said something about Aries..."

"Aries?" His colleague was thoughtful.

"Do you know her?"

"I seem to have heard of her... Oh, I remember, the ancestor of the royal family was named this." After saying that, his colleague saw him trembling with a pale face.

"What's wrong with you?!"

...

"Lord Annan, this is the title deed of your Solendo Garden. Because it is still a ruin, we will exempt you from the high land tax before the commercial street is built, and notify the Ministry of Finance to exempt the commercial tax for the first three years of construction--"

The Ministry of the Interior, which has always been criticized for being bloated, bureaucratic, greedy, and inefficient, suddenly burst out with unimaginable efficiency, so fast that Annan didn't even have time to shout "Ancestor, I was bullied by the people of the Ministry of the Interior."