Chapter 1324 Section 246 Night Chat in the Tavern

Chapter 1324 Section 246. Night Talk in the Tavern

Annan suddenly envied Joan.

Ilimoyas was indifferent to the wealth she had plundered.

If it were him, Ilimoyas would make him see no gold from beginning to end.

But to some extent, it also shows that Ilimoyas is frank and unpretentious in front of him?

Annan, sitting in the tavern, comforted himself.

It was completely dark outside, and when Annan was about to spend the night in the tavern, there was a knock on the door of the tavern.

"It's closed these days." Annan said to the outside.

What's going on? Didn't you see that the lights in the tavern were not on?

But the knocking continued, and Annan had to go around the counter and open the door of the tavern.

Creaky——

The cold air outside poured into the tavern, and Annan squinted his eyes, but didn't see a figure outside the door.

A child's prank?

But there was no footprint in the snow at the door.

Confused, Annan closed the door. Just as he turned around, he saw the outline of a cultist robe sitting on the stool in front of the counter.

"Who are you?"

"Sir Annan Reeves, we met earlier."

"I don't remember seeing a guy who hides his head and shows his tail."

The only person Annan remembered was Mora, but he was in a gray robe and there was no faint smell of decay.

"Sorry, the great lord is watching here, and I have to avoid being discovered by them."

The outline lifted the cloak, revealing a somewhat familiar face.

"Are you the priest?"

Annan remembered that he had seen him in the Fortune Church, and vaguely guessed the purpose of his sneaking here.

"What do you want to talk to me about?" Annan pretended to be confused.

"Sir Annan Reeves, you are a smart man, let's be frank. The Fortune Church hopes to cooperate with you."

The first to discover the disaster were not lions and wolves, but insects, birds and beasts.

The Fortune Church lost its power and became a mascot-like existence, but its old broad foundation still exists in the Broken Mountains.

And they are more informed than the Raymond family.

"I refuse." Annan said decisively.

"Please don't rush to refuse, Mr. Annan Reeves, you need our help. The Raymond family's rule in the Broken Mountains is deeply rooted, and countless nobles and merchants depend on them for survival."

"They exclude outsiders, but they will not exclude the church. We will help you become the new king of the Broken Mountains."

"I understand, but my answer is still no." Annan was not interested in being the king of the Broken Mountains, and he didn't even ask how the Fortune Church would help him.

The pastor didn't speak, he was waiting for a reason.

"I have no ill will towards your Fortune Church. On the contrary, the Fortune Church is the first church I visited in this world, and I have touched the toes of your goddess."

"What?"

"Oh, the toes of the statue."

Annan changed his words: "Until now, there are statues of ladies and some believers in my territory. I am very willing to cooperate, communicate, and even form an alliance with you."

The pastor felt that Annan was telling the truth. His mood eased: "In this case, why do you still refuse?"

"Because of interests."

Annan stared at him deeply: "We all know what the purpose of the Church of Wealth is. I will leave here eventually, and the people standing on people's heads will just be replaced by another batch."

The success of the Raymond family is inseparable from the church. If the great lord had not escaped from control, they would just be the spokesperson of the Church of Wealth.

"Don't you plan to take this land?"

"Is it spring all year round or is it rich in products?"

This made the pastor incomprehensible: "Mr. Annan Reeves, which side are you on?"

"The people's side."

The pastor left without any results. He had nothing to say to this unreasonable unbeliever.

Annan closed the door, hung the bolt, and slowly turned his head.

"You have been eavesdropping for so long, come out."

No one responded in the quiet and dark tavern hall.

Annan returned to the counter with the "clack" sound of hard boots stepping on the wooden floor, and his voice echoed throughout the hall.

"You can continue to play the cat and mouse game, but I won't let you down if you're caught."

Rustle...

The darkness in the corner began to wriggle, and the seemingly solid wall panel was moved away, and a hunched figure crawled out.

Annan took out the magic lamp, letting the diffused halo shine over there, watching the ratman elder crawling up

To be honest, the ratman elder crawling out of the rat hole somewhat destroyed the cold and mysterious image it has always maintained.

"How did you know I was here?" Even the questioning became friendly.

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"I don't know, I just remembered that you are everywhere, so I tried it." Annan had a proud expression of "I tricked you out."

The ratman elder was gloomy and unkind, and Annan was indifferent, after all, he saw this guy crawling out funny with his own eyes.

"It's not a good habit to eavesdrop on your allies, elder."

"I was just... passing by."

"You're lying."

The eavesdropping can be explained as a coincidence at best, or secretly eavesdropping on your allies at worst. The rat elder didn't want to have a conflict with Annan, so he said, "The human overlord already knows that your people went to the Broken Mine and are planning to do something."

"What?"

"I don't know."

Annan narrowed his eyes slightly: "You're not very honest, my friend."

"Because you shouldn't come here, you should develop in your own nest and shoot more "Tom and Jerry"! When will the new episode come out?"

"I don't know." Annan returned it.

"...That human thing overlord intends to let the Oyster Gang clean up your people and stir up disputes between you and the human things behind the Oyster Gang." The rat elder had to tell the truth.

Annan frowned: "He wants to hide behind and reap the fruits of his labor again?"

Raymond's style of doing things is just like his size-he won't do it if he can avoid it.

"But you said that behind the Oyster Gang...they work for others?"

"Round Table Brotherhood, Hastek of your human cans..."

Hastek is the rat language, and the corresponding common language is almost the meaning of "subordinates".

As for human cans, Annan guessed that it refers to organizations such as the Knights.

"Tell me about the Round Table Brotherhood."

"You human things know Hastek better than I do..." The rat elder said as he retreated.

"Where are you going?"

The rat elder retreated to the hole in the wall and crawled back.

"I said, I'm just passing by."

"Are you sure you don't need my help?" Annan was still unwilling.

"No..."

With a cold whisper, the rat elder moved back to the wall panel and disappeared behind the wall.

Annan couldn't help his curiosity, walked over and moved the wall panel that seemed to fit tightly, and stuck his head in.

The wall was almost hollowed out, with only a narrow gap leading to the ground, which was almost impossible for a normal adult to get into.

At the corner, an outline disappeared like a cricket.

Annan restored the wall panel and squatted there thinking.

The Church of Fortune, the Stoon Ratman, and the Round Table Brotherhood...I didn't expect that the closed Broken Mountains would gather so many forces.