A strange world

In the early morning, Annan was awakened by the noise.

The deputy warden appeared outside the dungeon, notifying Annan and preparing to go to the Inquisition.

"Are those congressmen all old men?" Catalina vented her dissatisfaction at being woken up. "Only old men would have nothing to do so early."

Annan sat up from the bed, sleepily went into the "bathroom" to wash up, and used the cleaning skills of the mage's robe to clean away the dust and stains on his body.

The deputy warden and the guards left, leaving only the guard chief still outside the dungeon.

Annan, who regained consciousness, asked him: "Is there anything I should pay attention to later?"

"Don't worry, the City Lord's preparations are perfect, and you will be able to go out soon."

It sounds like something is going to happen at the Inquisition...

"I always want to know which legislators are on our side."

Annan needs to distinguish between well-intentioned questions and false traps.

The captain of the guard thought for a moment: "Congressman Heimer, Councilors Albad and Leicht are on our side. Councilman Newman and Councilor Brand may be unfavorable to you, and the other councilors are neutral."

"You have to remain cold and fierce." The ogre suddenly suggested.

"Why?" Annan turned around and asked.

"Those human nobles will try their best to tear off a piece of flesh from your body, but as long as you are more vicious than them, they will shrink their heads like quails."

"Second." Katarina said concisely.

The captain of the guard urged: "Are you ready? We are about to leave."

"good."

Annan remembered these congressmen, passed the cell door opened by the guard captain, stood outside the dungeon, turned around and looked at everyone.

Stirkin lay indifferently in his wet haystack, with the orcs and ogres looking at him like two shadows, and Black Tires was repeatedly changing his face and tangled - because he no longer had to buy food at thousands of times the price. , and because he is no longer qualified to struggle.

Annan said to the ogre: "I will find a way to get you out of trouble after I go out."

As for Katarina, it was even easier for her to go out than Annan.

Heitierres, who didn't care about changing his face anymore, rushed to the locked cell door and hurriedly begged: "Your Excellency Annan, for the sake of 2,700 gold coins, please take me out too..."

"Only 2,700 gold coins..."

The gold coins that almost exceeded Pinglin Town's ten years of tax revenue did not satisfy Annan.

Heitierres quickly changed his words and said: "If you can let me out, it will be 4,000 gold coins..."

"Forget it then. 1,300 gold coins is not worth the favor I owe."

"No! No...it's 4,000 gold coins. I made a mistake." Black Tierres changed his words with a smile: "5,000 gold coins is more appropriate, and there are more! There are many beautiful slaves in my manor who have not yet been sold. You You can choose at will..."

"Okay, I can get you out of the dungeon."

Annan asked the guard captain to wait for a moment, and said to the ogre: "Ogre, please prepare a paper and pen for our Mr. Black Tierres."

Heitierres hesitated and asked cautiously: "Mr. King of the North, should we wait until we get out..."

"Then just write 3,200 gold coins."

"No, no, no... 5,000 gold coins."

Black Tierres hurriedly wrote the IOU, printed a valid handprint, and asked the ogre to take it away with a look of pain on his face.

"Look on the bright side, you only need a few roast chickens to get out of trouble." Stilkin sprinkled salt on the wound.

Annan got the IOU and followed the guard captain outside in a much happier mood.

Apparently this trip to the dungeon wasn't entirely a bad thing...

Wow – Wow –

In the dark corridor ahead, several guards were escorting a criminal, with the sound of chains clanking from far to near.

Annan took a look out of curiosity, causing the prisoner to curse fiercely: "What the hell are you looking at?"

"It's good for you too."

Annan greeted with a smile, which made the unkempt female prisoner stunned. She stopped and stared at Annan blankly. She was pushed by the guards and disappeared into the depths of the dungeon with the sound of iron chains.

"The King of the North..."

The captain of the guard handed Annan a piece of gray cloth.

Annan walked up knowingly, and then stepped onto the steps.

…

The circular courtroom filled with morning light was solemn and solemn.

As the silhouette covered with gray cloth walked into the courtroom, the courtroom echoed with whispers and returned to silence.

Annan took off the gray cloth, and the slightly dazzling sunlight made his eyes narrow, and then he straightened his waist.

At this moment, it was clear that all the members of the court surrounding the prisoner's seat were taller than Annan at the bottom. But Annan seemed to be looking down at them, and the MPs with their heads lowered needed to look up at that figure.

Annan quietly looked around at the parliamentarians above, feeling some admiration and some hostility.

The trial begins.

Annan followed the guard captain's prompts, lowered his eyes and remained silent. Listen quietly as they lay out evidence against their identities.

First, as an example of a magical image, the Scavenger appears to testify that Levi is the Corruptor.

Then the young man who was beside the mayor at the banquet in Pinglin Town said that Levis was not like this. The people of Olmedo brought the Fire Crow that only the Reeves family could control.

Next they actually brought ogres and orcs. The congressmen were in an uproar, covering their noses and frowning, although they could not smell the stench they emanated from their distance.

And they were forced to take baths twice a day by Catalina.

No surprise, the ogres and orcs jointly pointed at the deputy warden, saying that he asked them to falsely accuse Annan, and the deputy warden collapsed on the ground in fear——

"Can an ogre and an orc serve as a witness?" A thin-cheeked congressman sneered at this time: "And we all know that the King of the North has a unique love for foreign races, which stems from his warlock bloodline. Perhaps , this ogre and orc have become the men of the King of the North."

Annan looked at the thin congressman and no longer remained silent: "What's your name?"

"This has nothing to do with the trial."

"But it was relevant once I got out."

The MP shut his mouth.

Olmedo in the gallery smiled.

The ogres, orcs, and deputy warden were brought out of the Inquisition, and they persisted in bringing Black Tires with them. Not knowing what he was promised, Black Tires said: The ogres and orcs were bribed by Annan, and they once conspired to pretend to be the King of the North——

"Mr. Presiding Judge."

Annan took out the note with Hetierrez's handprint, "This is Hetierrez's IOU. I think he is deliberately setting up a trap for refusing to repay the debt."

"You members may not know that Heitierres was imprisoned for transporting gold ore privately..."

The remarks made lawmakers frown.

It is the consensus of all nobles and believers that alchemical power must be in the hands of royal power and divine power. Black Tierres's behavior naturally stood in opposition to them.

Desperate, Hetierrez's testimony was dismissed.

Finally, Olmedo stood on the witness stand and concluded the trial:

"A gang of Skaven are trying to lure us into trapping the King in the North, just like they did when they attacked the caravan."

The presiding judge, who was always listening, announced the result of the trial:

"The existing evidence is not enough to support that His Excellency Annan Reeves is not the King of the North, nor is it sufficient to confirm that the King of the North has committed crimes in Breeze City. So——"

"Annan Reeves, not guilty."