Chapter 1150 72. Enemy
"Hiss..."
Not long after, a suppressed groan of pain came from under the wings of the elf dragon.
Annan crawled out with blood dripping from his mouth. He first checked the status of the elf dragon. After all, it was an extraordinary being. Its injuries were not serious and it was still trying to get up.
Annan told him not to move around, climbed up, and ignored the crushed grass juice and soil all over his body, complaining to Prince Aidan above his head: "You are just treating your friends who come to see you like this?"< br>
Annan, who pretended to be calm, sank to the bottom of his heart... The amulet didn't respond, and the surroundings were banned?
His protection is impeccable, not even the monarch of a country can muster so much protection. But there’s only one thing I’m afraid of—the Forbidden Demon.
But the Forbidden Demon is also the nemesis of all spellcasters.
Prince Aidan lowered his eyes and stared at Annan, who was pretending to be dissatisfied. He should have withdrawn his murderous intention from the enemy little by little.
“I told you to stay in the Messenger Village.”
"I want to, but your brother insisted on asking me to come to you." Annan hid his inner emotions and held up the mithril necklace: "Are you really not thinking about it anymore?"
"It's too late. ."
"Why is it too late? You are the prince, I will take you back now, and the kingdom will help you hide the evidence of your crime-"
"Because it has already started."
< br>Annan was slightly startled, then looked around.
There was no inexplicable fire or roar, and no elf noticed the movement here and came closer. Prince Aidan had plenty of time to talk to Annan...and kill.
"Your brother told me a lot about your ideas, your ideal country..."
"What do you think?"
"Still the same sentence "That's too extreme." Annan shook his head.
“Having known the ending of Lost Country, do you still think so?” Prince Aidan no longer has any murderous intention towards Annan.
"These are two different things. We all know who the real murderer is. And your prejudice against order is too deep."
"Prejudice?"
"Have you ever seen real despair? I I've seen it. I come from the North, which has become a paradise for rats and demons.
The endless tide of rats comes like a wave, and the cracked earth spurts out terrifying flames. Life is worthless, and the smallest order is a luxury.
And the Kingdom of Paem is still under the jurisdiction of the Thirteenth Supreme King... How could it be worse?
"Let me tell you a story, Annan." Prince Aidan said softly: "One day, a rich man and a beggar rode in a carriage together. The rich man sighed, and the beggar asked him what was wrong. The rich man said: 'I It’s so troublesome.’ The beggar didn’t believe it and said, ‘You have food to eat, clothes to wear, money to live in, how can you be troubled?’”
“The rich man replied. 'Why not be distressed? We are distressed because our desires are not satisfied, but your current distress can be satisfied with money. When you are as rich as me, you will also have the same distress. '"
Annan thought thoughtfully: "So at the end of the story, the rich continue to suffer, but the beggar still doesn't understand the suffering of the rich?"
"Who knows."
The future Maybe that will happen in Liberty City too.
After citizens who have escaped poverty no longer worry about survival, they will inevitably think about higher-level issues. They will be confused and go astray, so they need guidance... But at least for a few decades, this won't happen.
Annan did not want to argue with Prince Aidan about this: "Do you know how many people will die if you do this?"
He lowered his eyes, as if he were a statue without emotion: "Human beings The history of rise is the history of killing."
Realizing that he could not persuade Prince Aidan and had no chance to control him, Annan changed his words: "Then, for the sake of my friends, can I kill Irelanze. Leave it to me?”
“Look, don’t you only care about the people and things you care about?” Prince Aidan shook his head and chuckled: “We all know that even if she is returned to you, you I won’t let it go...so let me continue to hold her as a hostage.”
"You are so despicable."
"It sounds better than executioner." Prince Aidan didn't care. Annan took a deep breath and deliberately said in anger: "Then I can only continue to chase you until you change your mind."
Sure enough, Prince Aidan frowned and said with He said humiliatingly: "Do you really think you can catch me? If I hadn't taken the initiative to show up, you would have been led by my nose like a dog..."
"You mean a cow?"< br>
"What?" Prince Aidan was slightly startled.
"Farmers will put iron rings on the noses of cows, so that the cows will be led by the nose. Have you never seen cows?"
The murderous intention that just arose in him came again. Fading away, he stretched out his palm towards Annan.
The mithril necklace in Annan's hand was suddenly taken away by a force and fell into the hands of Prince Aidan.
I can’t go back...
As if bidding farewell to his past self, he slowly raised his hand and gently but firmly grasped the mithril necklace into pieces.
The torn pieces scratched Prince Aidan's cheek, cutting off a strand of blond hair, each one reflecting his cold face.
"That's it. Don't follow me anymore. I can't guarantee then..."
"Whether I will kill you or not."
Rudolph The top of his eyes lit up, and as the bright light flashed, Prince Aidan's figure disappeared, and everything returned to silence.
Feeling the magic in the air filling up again, Annan gasped like a drowning man being saved.
Annan no longer doubts that Prince Aidan can do it... For the sake of his ideal, he can let the kingdom that raised him fall into war, let alone a just... new friend.
Withdrawing his gaze and falling on the grass where the mithril necklaces were scattered, Annan rushed over and lay down in the grass to rummage around.
Mithril is a good thing. 1,000 pounds of gold coins cannot be exchanged for 1 pound of mithril.
After collecting the mithril necklace, it was broken into dozens of pieces. I am afraid there is no possibility of recovery...
It's impossible to give up. Yrilanze hasn't been found yet, so Annan can only continue...or cooperate with the Elf King's Court?
But do you have any information that can help the royal court?
Tell the truth to the royal court?
That may prevent the war from starting, but the kingdom will not thank itself, and the elf mentor cannot save it.
No...
Annan suddenly realized a problem... Since Aidan didn't care about the death or injury of the kingdom and the elves at all... how could he avenge the Lost Country that had nothing to do with him?
......
"The elves who participated in the original decision-making have been protected."
In the Elf Garden, the elders gathered in front of the flower pond to discuss the arrangements.
At some point, a wind elf elder twitched his ears and walked outside the flower garden.
She saw elven guards stopping a human.
“What happened?”
“That Annan Reeves is here.”
“Send someone to return him to the Messenger Village.”
The entire presbytery was busy, and she had no time to mess around with a human boy.
As a result, before she could go back, Annan forced her way in and shouted at her through the elf guards: "That's a cover! He didn't want to avenge the Lost Country at all! His real target was someone else!"
(End of Chapter)