A strange world

The red arrow that merged into the fire cloud flew from the west and fell into the window of the Reeves family castle.

The young girl sat at the desk by the window, quietly reading the damage report on her collar. The magic lamp radiated light, covering her with a hazy shimmer.

The injured farmers and damaged houses can be healed and rebuilt, but the real problem lies in the farmland contaminated by the Skaven.

What scares humans is not only their reproduction rate, but also the fact that farmland and water sources will be polluted wherever they pass.

The shocking figures in the report, the losses caused by Levi's attack, and the resulting riots mean that this year's harvest in Osu Lund will be ugly.

There was only a month left before the autumn harvest, but they fell before the harvest.

Taking out the quill from the inkwell, she wrote beautiful notes on the report:

It is forbidden to drink stagnant water, the wells at the scene of the incident are buried, all water sources must be boiled before drinking, contaminated wheat fields are burned, and farmers' barns and homes are searched to prevent the residents who are concerned about food from hiding contaminated grains and causing corruption to spread.

A fiery red afterimage suddenly fell into the window sill and jumped to the desk, flapping its wings to dry the ink.

A smile appeared on Shujing's face. She moved the report away and took off the letter from Fire Crow's paw.

At this time, noisy footsteps were heard from outside the corridor.

boom--

Lively girls burst into the room with raised black skirts and shouts.

"Did your idiot brother write again? What did he say!"

"He said he knew what was going on in the territory and bought a thousand gold coins of grain and sent it back."

"The little boy who has been following me all day has grown up." Leila pretended to be mature and said happily, her smart eyes suddenly stopped: "Wait a minute, where did he get so much money!?"

"Levis...Annan is a warlock now."

"Eh...he can't be..."

"Don't always read those novels..." Itilia reluctantly handed the wrinkled letter to her sister.

"The words are still so ugly. Sister, you never mentioned him... It turned out that he robbed several thousand gold coins from a villain." Layla puffed up her chest proudly, "He is indeed the pride of our Reeves family. .”

"Is there anything you want to say to your brother?"

"Let him take care of it...No!"

Layla ran out as if she had barged in.

Dang——dang——

The sound of the curtain bell on the clock tower echoed in the fading night, and only Itilia and her shaking shadow were left in the bedroom.

Leila is a fool who never doubts her family and is either fighting or on the road to fighting all day long.

Itilia is not.

She was keenly aware that her brother's lack of reply for several days was not simply because of the "rat infestation and the city was closed".

Nothing can sever the ties between the Reeves family, not even the Skaven.

Itilia wrote a reply, hoping that he would tell the truth about what happened at home.

Late at night, the fire crow fell into the open window and woke up Itilia who was taking a nap on the chair.

In the light of the magic lamp, the crooked text briefly described how he was slandered as an impostor by the evil rat-men, and then imprisoned in a dungeon. He escaped with the help of Olmedo and his friends, and the crisis was resolved.

Everything seems to be getting better...

But is it really so?

Itilia lay in front of the desk and wrote: Dear brother...

…

Late at night, Francois carried the fourth treasure chest from the carriage into the bedroom.

Opening the lid of the box, those cute golden elves were lying quietly in the treasure box.

"Those slaves have been freed by me, and they know that you saved them."

The King of the North is in full swing, and Black Tierreis' backers don't dare to offend him. Unsurprisingly, Francois's caravan should fall apart after his "looting".

Francois found that Annan did not have much joy: "What's wrong with you?"

"My sister said that the crisis is not over yet, and the enemy is still around." Annan, who had just received a reply, said.

The secret society members are the good guys, Francois is the good guy, the Olmedo family is the good guys, the Countess is the good guy...so who is the bad guy?

"Do you have any ideas?" Annan asked him.

"We are still too weak now, or in other words, we haven't integrated into Breeze City yet..."

A king in the north who has no real power and is in trouble, a notorious baron, the only Jeffrey Olmedo also has a grudge against his father.

"Let's have another party," suggested Francois.

“We can only face the storm when we are strong.”

…

It is still the wine lady who prepares the invitations.

Annan, who had nothing to do, went to the city lord's palace in the morning and personally invited Olmedo to attend tonight's banquet. The young city lord readily agreed.

"What do you think of the Reagan Viscounty?"

Annan looked away from the bustling square outside the window: "I've only passed by there a few times."

"We are not far from the answer... After this is over, do you want to become a noble? I can give you that territory."

Just as Annan was about to say something, there was a rapid knock on the oak door.

"Come in."

The captain of the guard whom Annan had seen in the dungeon broke in: "The Viscount is dead..."

Viscount Reagan, who falsely accused Annan, died in the dungeon together with the hybrid giant guarding him.

Not long after, the second bad news came. Viscount Reagan's territory was also attacked.

Olmedo hurried to the dungeon, Annan returned to the manor, and was puzzled by the attack - the person behind the scenes was able to kill the hybrid giant and Viscount Reagan in order to cover up the evidence, why didn't he do it directly to himself?

In the afternoon, there was finally good news.

Katarina and the ogres made it out safely, taking the orcs with them.

A slow and heavy caravan drove into the manor.

Annan, who was standing in the living room, dismissed the maids, leaving only Della behind.

Two ferocious silhouettes and a familiar stench emerged from the steps outside the door: a brown orc with protruding canines and an ogre with pieces of cloth wrapped around his chest and waist.

The ogre stepped into the gorgeous and bright living room and looked down at the tiny human being. Its thick palms could easily grab Annan, and even Della had no time to save Annan before it took action.

But Annan still looked at the ogre candidly.

"I prepared a huge apple pie."

"I will fight for you." The ogre bowed his head in obedience.

Then Annan looked at the bonus orc.

"Shorty, take me back to Grogda and I will help you fight."

Annan accepted them and then began to arrange the first thing: a bath.

Annan has no real evidence that ogres and orcs have body odor, but cleaning and soaking just takes them from unbearable to slightly unpleasant.

Maybe a piece of meat cut from them would smell bad after being roasted.

The ogre, who was sitting on the grass and preparing to enjoy a large apple pie, looked at Annan: "Are you thinking of something offensive?"

"Are all ogres sharp?"

"Most of my kind are stupid and blind, but I am different." The ogre said, "The only difference between me and the two-headed magician is that I am missing a head."

"But you seem to have a bad sense of smell."

"Because we paralyze ourselves with familiar things." The ogre said like a philosopher.