Chapter 566 223. The Helping Hand of the Ancestors
Princess Sales’s emotions when she saw Mount Montreal for the first time were the same as Annan’s, with a little more faith and intimacy.
For the Montreal family, Mount Montreal is undoubtedly a sacred mountain and 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 said betrayed the country and a traitor to 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 what you told."
When he saw the gate of the manor, Annan told the story of the 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 be punished...
"I'm not that Excellent..." Princess Sails' eyes dimmed.
"It doesn't matter, there is Mrs. Winter."
Fortunately, Princess Seles did not favor her brother. She raised her head, her eyes seemed to have aged by more than ten years. Staring at Annan: "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 Rekaner Kingdom.
His revenge is naturally just.
Arrived in front of the manor, Annan found Oulin standing at the door, seemingly waiting for someone.
“My ancestor 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.
Only now, one is determined and curious, and the other is flickering and fearful.
“Welcome home.”
Princess Sayers’ shoulders trembled slightly.
She didn't even cry when Annan rescued her from the dungeon.
It seems that the Montreal 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: "Is our ancestor in the back garden?"
"Yes."
"I have something to ask my ancestor...you'd better come with me."
Annan wanted to hand the princess over to the housekeeper, but she suddenly said: "Can I meet that person..."
Olin originally wanted to say that not everyone can meet their ancestors, but Annan did it for her Answer: "Yes."
Oulin had no choice but to lead them to the back garden.
The ancestor with glasses on his nose is basking in the sun on a recliner.
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 Sails, 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 cannot blame a bloodline who is locked up in a dungeon and tortured for no reason," the ancestor said lovingly.
Princess Sails’ eyes became moist again.
"So, little Annan, what do you want to do by telling me this?"
"The Kingdom of Rekaner wants to put on 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..." < br>
"I'm worried that the people on the mountain will feel...embarrassed." Olin thought 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?"
< br>“I can’t accept bad people disguised as good people, tampering with history, and deceiving mankind.”
“That’s great, I support you!”
Annan scratched his head shyly: "So..."
The ancestor said with a smile: "I don't think I have been to Liberty City yet..."
Olin looked at the old man in surprise. Ancestor, Annan hesitated to speak: "You are welcome to come to Free City as a guest, but..."
"Don't underestimate me, it's enough to teach some little mice a lesson."
Annan discovered Ou Lin. If you nod to yourself, then there is nothing to worry about.
The ancestors affectionately asked Princess Sales about her past. During this period, Olin told Annan: "There is new news. The Laurentian family, one of the twelve kings in the north, is in Montreal Mountain."
Thinking of Mars' hometown. Lord, Annan decided to go over and have a visit.
The once glorious Lawrencet family now has not many people left. To his surprise, Annan saw the old head of the family.
"You are 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 saved the old patriarch, but he didn't want to do it anymore. Saw Annan.
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 go back to Mount Montreal soon. Give the small box containing the second prince to Princess Sales to reunite the siblings, and then bring the ancestor over.
“Evelin!”
Annan called Evelin’s name in the living room.
Maid Abby pops up. "Where did Evelin go?" Annan asked her.
"I don't 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...what are you talking about?"
“Let’s fight, be 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!"
(End of this chapter)
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