Chapter 1196 118. The remaining two gifts
Bertula York didn't like it here.
Under Annan's personal guidance, he walked around Liberty City and believed that it was a hotbed of chaos, a minions of the abyss, a feast for the disordered, and a place of sin that should be purified by the Supreme Heaven!
There is no order at all here... Look, let ordinary people join the army, let succubi do business, give goblins citizenship, and allow civilians to go to school, it's all nonsense!
There is still a rat-man sculpture standing in the cemetery. What a sacrilege! ?
Bertula York did not show his good qualities, but as a charm... warlock, Annan was keenly aware that the executive sent by the third prince didn't seem to like this place very much.
But it doesn't matter, as long as the gift is delivered.
As the Elf King's Court repented and left Wilhelm's environment, Annan gradually realized that he didn't need the people there - not to mention that there was the second prince, the eldest prince, the House of Representatives and the king in front of the third prince, even the executive officer I have an opinion. Will the Kingdom of Paem send troops to Middle-earth to fight him because of this?
It is enough for him to manage the place in Middle-earth well. As for the outside... even the legendary mage has to fly for several days and nights. It is difficult for Liberty City's influence to radiate there. At most, the commercial street can be opened to maintain trade relations.
The two gifts sent by the third prince were one in his name and the other in the name of the kingdom.
Annan first followed Bertula York to see the former. The gifts from the third prince were dazzling: more seeds, mountain potions piled in boxes, and mountains of precious metals and magic materials.
These things are enough to make a small territory full of ambition.
This is only the second gift... what about the third gift?
Annan followed Bertula York to the deepest cabin. Even the door of the cabin was guarded by two archmages.
As they lifted the runes and opened the cabin door, Annan saw the unactivated treasure placed on the mithril base: a precious arcane energy core, or a medium-sized arcane energy core!
Annan suppressed the urge to rush over and lick it wildly, and said in surprise: "Isn't it too expensive..."
"You're worth it."
As expected of the Thirteenth Supreme King of Wilhelm, a gift is worth millions... although Annan's help in the Elven Court was worth the money.
Annan retracted his previous thoughts. It is still very necessary to maintain friendly relations with the Kingdom of Paem...
He and the King of Gold formed a deep friendship in the North!
As for Bertula York's little mood...it doesn't matter. Annan has at least three ways to make the executive happy: banquets, succubi, and helping him win the country!
Annan sent Bertula York to the embassy and urged Ingrid to send someone to move things off the ship.
The third medium-sized arcane energy core solved Liberty City's urgent need, but it only expanded outward by about 300 meters, which is almost as long as a "Rainbow City" street.
Apart from Annan who picked up money for free, the happiest people are probably the residents around the school. With the new arcane energy core, the school can expand outwards instead of demolishing the mansion, and everyone celebrates not having to move.
Annan wanted to build some momentum tomorrow and hold a banquet to promote the Paem Kingdom's visit. Unexpectedly, that night, the kingdom's executive officer took the initiative to visit the city lord's mansion.
"Betula York? Please take a seat." Annan came to the lounge and asked Layla who was passing by to help bring two hot drinks.
Bertula York looked at Leila. Even the maids here were shabby and had a pungent fish smell...
"Let me introduce, she is my second sister, Layla Reeves."
Bertula York said nothing, stopped her upper body, and sat on the sofa with her legs bent, her movements impeccable.
Annan thought that the kingdom's executive officer's visit at night was important. It was indeed the case, but it was not an important matter in his eyes.
Bertula York talked with Annan about order. He first praised Annan as a good lord and that Free City had the potential to become a big force, and then made some appropriate criticisms.
It is still the theory that "the sons of farmers are farmers, the sons of grooms are grooms, and the sons of nobles are nobles." They believe that only in this way can there be long-term stability.
"Let me give you an example...those refugees who have lost their homes, gangsters with no way out, they can only rot and stink in the mire of sin, but as long as they have a chance, they will become farmers with their own land. and honorable soldiers." "But as long as there is sufficient order, no one will lose their home and no one will be left without a way out."
"I have seen the most despicable elves and the noblest ratmen. How do you deal with accidents?"
"Keep an eye on them."
Bertula York gave Annan an unexpected and reasonable answer.
When order is strong to a certain extent, it can indeed keep an eye on every accident and avoid disorder.
"Is this the order you are pursuing?" But Annan shook his head and said, "Frozen people in ice is not called order..."
Annan thought that this conversation was going to end on bad terms, but he didn't expect that Bertula York's attitude suddenly changed 180 degrees.
"It seems that you already have a common topic with His Highness the Third Prince..."
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When Gale, who was worried about gains and losses, found Maria, she was staying in the library, flipping through a famous book.
Lindy, deputy director of the library and niece of the Wine Lady, glanced curiously around the corner.
On weekdays it is very rare to see a rat-man, but tonight there were actually two.
"When did mice also like to read books..." Mr. Victor muttered on the recliner.
Maria's ears twitched and she raised her head to look at Gale, who was walking towards her.
"Hello, Lord Priest..."
She remained in awe in front of Gale, but it was not certain how sincere she was.
Gale was not in the mood to care about her identity. She came to Maria to clarify her doubts: to explain Annan’s arrangement.
"I'm going to pick ten ratmen...what's your suggestion?"
Gale didn't communicate much with Maria. After all, gray-haired rats rarely had contact with brown-haired rats, and she had even threatened him.
Even when asking for help, her tone was stiff.
"Only ten?" Maria closed the book.
"Any questions?"
"The problem is that the number is too small. Since Annan believes you, let's find a hundred first." Maria probably guessed Annan's intention and said cooperatively.
The Tunnels are hiring, and who's better at digging holes than the Skaven?
Moreover, the Saints might be very happy to let the Stun Ratman help without paying any money...
"Are you sure?" Gale was doubtful.
"When I met Annan, he was only this tall." Maria gestured on her chest.
Gale looked at the height of the brown-haired rat's gestures and tried to keep a serious expression: "He is too now."
"I mean I know him well enough."
(End of chapter)