Chapter 1363 Section 285 Final Preparations

Chapter 1363 Section 285. Final Preparations

November 17th of the Saint Laurent calendar.

Annan, the Blue Dragon Clan, and the Skaven reached an alliance in the Golden City Council Hall of the Broken Mountains.

The content of the alliance is: The Broken Mountains are the common property of the three parties, and the Blue Dragon Clan is responsible for management, governance, and exclusive taxation. The three parties must help each other and jointly resist foreign enemies, limited to the Broken Mountains.

Francois, who served as the recorder, wrote in great detail: In general, this is only a limited alliance, but like the first bud of life, it is a beginning, a starting point that a "faction" dreams of - humans, dragons, and Skaven, three races that have nothing to do with each other, are bound together by interests and friendship (doubtful).

It will not be the moment when the legend of the bard raises the scepter of power, but it will be the beginning of a number of legendary stories such as "the wheel of history slowly turns" and "he will always remember this peaceful afternoon".

The old patriarch and the Skaven elders left the council hall one after another, and Anan deliberately slowed down and waited for Wilson to come out.

Although he and the Broken Mountain people were served as menus, Wilson was not sad at all, and was even a little happy - he never thought that he could get a share.

Those hard laborers working in the mines could not even get their wages, let alone share the profits with the mine owners.

As for Melanie... Although they have different positions and are still enemies of the great lord, to be honest, it is difficult for Annan to have a bad impression of her.

It has nothing to do with her beauty, but Mrs. Melanie is really miserable - her son was killed by her husband, her faith was torn apart by her husband, and even her husband is about to be judged.

What could be more desperate than depriving a woman of her husband, son and career?

Mrs. Melanie was able to dress up exquisitely to attend the parliament, which was already very strong.

"I'm sorry about Elvis." So when he looked at her, Annan said a polite word for the first time.

"This is all Raymond's fault. I should have known that he had gone mad since the day his body expanded uncontrollably..."

"What are you going to do next?"

"Sir, I am going to go to the church and pay for Raymond's mistakes bit by bit on his behalf. I hope you agree."

"I am not the Son of God." Annan shook his head.

"Everyone saw you call the lady and get the lady's holy object."

Well, Annan couldn't explain his relationship with the goddess of wealth.

When the "Son of God" has opportunities and dangers. First of all, the doctrine of the Church of Wealth is loose, and it does not restrict the believers to believe in several churches at the same time. And as the world's hegemony changed from elves to humans, the goddess of wealth who worked behind the scenes also gained a lot of faith.

Her status is higher than that of gods such as the God of Nobility, the God of Armor and the God of Guardian. In the heyday of the church, from Wilheim to the Allen continent, every town where people gathered had his church.

It is not an exaggeration to say that he is the most believed god by humans.

After the turbulent years, the believers have been looking for their gods. If they knew that the Lady's Son appeared in the Broken Mountains, they would soon flock to it.

The radicals, ambitious people in the church and believers of other churches would try every means to find out what happened in the Broken Mountains.

If Annan could take on this wave of attacks, the believers would be the rivers that nourish the farmland. If not, they would be the tsunami that destroyed everything.

In the past, Annan went wherever he wanted. After this incident, he either stayed at home or hid his identity.

He had to hurry back to Free City... Oh, yes, Free City was right above his head.

Annan looked up and looked at the floating city with shadows, and his heart was much more at ease.

...

When Annan and Ilimoyas returned to Free City, the City Lord's Mansion had taken over the Golden City and captured a large number of nobles with its extremely high administrative efficiency.

Regardless of strength or reputation, they had no chance to fight against Annan, so they could only beg that they had donated a lot of money to the church, hoping that Annan would forgive them.

They asked the wrong person. If they donated to the Free City, Annan might just deprive them of their noble status out of consideration. But the donation to the church... Annan didn't get it.

Annan was sitting on the sofa in the lounge holding the snoring Lily. When he was thinking about these things, he heard crying outside the City Lord's Mansion.

Not long after, the guards and a bunch of people came in and said to Annan: "Lord Annan, there is a woman crying outside and wants to see you."

Annan looked at Ilimoyas sitting opposite awkwardly, and glared at the guard fiercely: "I'll give you a chance to say it again."

"She claims to be Mrs. Philen."

Annan breathed a sigh of relief and asked the guard to bring the person in.

Before he saw Mrs. Philen, a miserable cry came from the corridor.

"Our agreement is still valid. How much evidence have you collected?"

Mrs. Philen cried and said that she had not had time to look for her when she returned home, and was imprisoned in the bedroom by her husband.

Annan thought, "Who is in charge of the trial of the nobles?"

"Lord Annan, it's Commander Little Smoo."

They said a name that was not unexpected.

"Where is he?"

"Prison."

No mistake, one sentence, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar, one look!

Annan looked at Mrs. Fellen: "Do you want to go with me?"

...

"Sir Jaker McKinney, allowed his relatives to oppress the common people, plundered the deeds, annexed the land, and was hanged."

"Knight Kayden Robinson, tortured the knight's squire, took pleasure in oppressing the common people, and dragged Donald's family to death, and was hanged."

"Lord Brendan Alvin Carlton secretly colluded with slave traders to sell his own people. He also let his nephew control the gang, collect protection fees, and hanged tax refusers, including his nephew."

Listening to the names that were still alive and laughing in front of her not long ago being marked with hanging marks, the cold voice echoing in the dungeon was like a god who sentenced death, making Mrs. Fellen tremble.

If it weren't for her love for her husband that inspired her, she would have been unable to help but tremble in Annan's arms.

What surprised her was that the one who made such a cold voice was actually a thin man.

"Lord Annan, why are you here?"

"She is the wife of President Fellen, and she wants to inquire about her husband." Annan introduced.

"President Fellen...it's not his turn yet."

"I know." Annan turned back and said to Mrs. Fellen: "You can wait here, I'll leave first."

He still has a lot of things to do.

It's not an excuse. The sudden change of the great lord of the Broken Mountains from a human to a group of dragons will inevitably trigger a series of reactions.

The blue dragon tribe has no experience in ruling a territory, and it is almost impossible to imagine friction with the locals.

Annan thought of a way to use the influence of the Fortune Church to convey the element that "blue dragons are friendly." However, there are not many living people in the Fortune Church, and he has to gather the surviving priests and nuns first.

And——

"The news that you are the Son of God is spreading. If you don't want to bring more instability to the new Broken Mountains, you'd better leave first." The old patriarch sent a young dragon to remind Annan.

"Got it, we will go back after the trial of the old nobles tomorrow."