Chapter 921 152. Go home
“No more?”
Gaal saw Losi grinning as he tied up Fermi and took off his plate armor, breathing loudly.
"Huh...it's over." Losey said.
"It's over! It's over! It's over!" The goblin was jumping around.
"Go away and make noise, mung bean sprouts!" Gal waved his battle ax to drive away the goblins and continued: "Gall spent several days just walking on the street?"
Losi explained: " Do you think of it as... a celebration after your tribe defeated the enemy?"
"Gaal understands, you humans are so boring."
"How will you orcs celebrate, barbecue and eat meat? "Losie asked curiously.
"We will wrestle around the campfire, barbecue, and be chosen by women to have children." Gal said in a dull voice.
"That is indeed richer than us..."
"You did a good job, great boys." The one-eyed instructor Lyric came over at this time, "You are more popular than the Black Watch and the Blue and Gold Guards. , do you know how many noble ladies are out there coveting your bodies?”
“How many?” Laughing, energetic lads love this.
"Okay, put on your regular clothes. The Imperial Etiquette Department will prepare a banquet later." Lyric looked at Garr, "As for you guys..."
" Garr doesn't like it here, Garr wants to lead The soldiers return to Liberty City."
"I'm afraid not, there is a big shot asking you to go," Lyric said, "Don't ask me, I don't know who it is."
Very well. Come on, people from the empire are coming, open the portal and send the soldiers from Liberty City to the foot of the mountain, where a banquet belonging to the coalition is being held.
In the palace garden around the mountain, a banquet of big shots was going on at the same time.
Annan, who stole the show at the victory parade, was welcomed - not only women, but many nobles were also interested in Annan's magical musket that civilians could use.
Although I have heard about magic guns for a long time, seeing it with my own eyes is another matter.
Annan didn't know what the magic gun was selling for now, so he passed it on to Olmedo and asked them to go to Liberty City to discuss trade.
Ten minutes into the banquet, Annan barely escaped from the enthusiasm of the nobles, because a real big shot came: Freemond Ollie, the Minister of Etiquette of the Empire.
Because of his niece Isabel, Annan had a good relationship with Fremond Ollie, or in other words, Fremond Ollie admired him.
Except that Annan never stayed in his own territory like a decision-maker, nor did he behave like a nobleman on weekdays, every step he took was traceable.
"Will the emperor come?" Annan asked in a low voice.
Fremond Ollie shook his head: "This is not the occasion for His Majesty to appear."
Annan felt regretful that he was both a young man and he had not yet met the young emperor face to face. Opportunities for contact.
“If you want, you can come and attend the imperial meeting in three months.”
"Forget it, who knows where I will be at that time."
It is obviously impossible for Annan to stay in Liberty City for three months...
Freemond Ollie and Annan Stayed for a while and then walked away. Annan started the main business tonight: getting to know nobles everywhere and enriching the list full of noble names.
In the middle of the banquet, there was a sudden noise outside the banquet door.
A group of fully armed guards broke into the banquet with their weapons pressed, and walked straight to Annan with the sound of armor scraping.
"Your Excellency Annan Reeves, please come with us." A cold voice came from the helmet.
"Sorry, let me settle some things first." Annan apologized to the lady he was talking to, then looked at the guard: "What's wrong?"
"We need you to participate in an investigation. This is a special order from the Ministry of War." The guard showed a parchment with the two-headed lion emblem of the empire.
Annan's black eyes swept across the guests who were looking over here, but did not see Freemond Ollie.
What qualifications does the empire have to arrest itself?
"What is the reason?"
The guard lowered his voice: "The special envoy of the Kingdom of Montreal was killed."
"Is there such a good thing?" Annan thought. Fake surprise.
The guard did not respond to Annan, but just stepped aside to make way.
"Okay, my suspicion is indeed not small... But if it weren't for me..." Annan pointed to the guests around him, "How will you solve the damage to my reputation caused by this misunderstanding?"
Annan is completely dissatisfied. Worried about being framed... But if he had known that this would happen, he would have picked out a men's dress from his ancestor's wardrobe and put it on before coming.
"The Imperial Military Department will be fully responsible."
"Okay, I'll go with you."
Annan followed the guards out of the lively banquet, in the cool autumn The night wind blew in his face, he narrowed his eyes slightly and got on the carriage heading to the dungeon.
On the way, Annan saw the city guards and cavalry patrolling frequently. It seemed that the assassination of the special envoy made them busy.
Ten minutes later, Annan was taken to the dungeon.
A middle-aged man in black uniform stood in front of the dungeon door and introduced himself: "Hello, Lord of Liberty City, I am the warden."
Annan, who looked around curiously, took it back Eyes: "Hello, do you need to cover your eyes?"
"No, you are not a prisoner yet."
The warden said coldly, signaling the guards to take Annan to the cell.
The cell they prepared for Annan contained a magic lamp, a bed, a table and a chair, a toilet covered with a curtain, and even a bookshelf filled with books.
Much better than Annan imagined.
Annan walked into the cell and let the guard close the cell door behind him. He walked to the bookshelf and took out a book at random: "History of the Continent of Allen"
Opening the title page, it turned out that the whole book was the story of the Saint Laurent Calendar, without the Elven Calendar.
That's right. The Elven Calendar lasted for tens of thousands of years, so how could a book be finished?
Annan wanted to glance at it casually, but found some allusions that were quite interesting, so he sat by the bed and read them with interest.
What woke Annan up was the sound of footsteps outside the cell. He raised his head, and the jailer stopped at the door: "The warden wants to see you."
...
Annan came to the interrogation room.
It's said to be an interrogation room, but it's actually more like a reception room. There are no gloomy torture instruments and dirty blood that cannot be washed away. Combined with the special cells, Annan guessed that this dungeon should be used to imprison nobles.
There was a stranger sitting next to the warden, who asked familiarly: "How do you feel?"
"It's so comfortable, I'm not used to it." Annan shook his head.
His words are sincere. If you were to rate the dungeons you've stayed in, this would definitely be a perfect score. There is everything here except no servants on call. As for the lowest one... it should be Breeze City Dungeon.
Mainly at that time, Annan was mistaken for the King of the North and had no power. After being captured, he was at a loss. He was in danger at any time and had the highest sense of crisis.
Annan sat across from them: "So can you tell me what happened?"
(End of Chapter)