A strange world

Chapter 585 Chapter 242. Young Ancestor

it's over?

The intruders and guardians could not be seen in the dim night sky.

Annan rushed to the garden and saw her ancestor, who still looked like an old man, resting on a rocking chair, as if the previous battle over Liberty City had nothing to do with her.

But many people saw the blazing beam of light rising from the garden of the City Lord's Mansion.

"You are so beautiful, I am embarrassed to call you ancestor anymore."

The ancestor opened his still cloudy eyes and asked kindly: "What does little Annan want to call me?"

"How's Sister Aires doing?"

Ariès Montreal, the name of our ancestor.

"Then what do you call little Oulin? Niece Oulin?"

"What a good idea. She and I have our own discussions. She calls me brother Annan, and I call her niece Olin."

"Haha... I haven't been so happy for a long time." The ancestor laughed and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, "But who made our little Annan angry?"

Annan was not happy that his enemy was solved: "I was worried about you...I didn't expect you to take action personally...Won't this intensify the curse?"

The ancestor said kindly: "It's just that I don't have much power left after being cursed. It doesn't matter."

"Did they run away?" Annan looked at the bright night sky again.

"One ran away."

This means that the ancestors left behind one forever.

So in those few dozen seconds, the ancestor killed a legend? Or the ancestor who has little strength left due to the curse...

Annan hopes that the one who dies is Agarwal - he has defeated the enemy and solved the enemy, a win-win situation.

"What are you thinking about?" the ancestor suddenly asked with a smile.

Annan said with emotion: "I was thinking that my ancestor must have been pursued by many big shots when he was young..."

With such a powerful force, I am afraid that even the legendary demigods who have claimed the throne cannot defeat the ancestors... No wonder even that guy Olin is qualified to become the leader of the knights on the mountain.

Because she has a good ancestor.

"I'm not old now." The ancestor joked, laughing together with Annan in the garden.

Olmedo appeared at the second-floor window and did not disturb them.

"Phew...I laughed too much tonight, it's time for me to get wrinkles again."

Tonight's battle finally had some impact on the ancestor, and she became lethargic. Annan pushed the wheelchair back to the City Lord's Mansion, handed it to the maid Abby to take back to the room, told Olmedo the result, and came to the door of the City Lord's Mansion.

Luo Xi held a musket and guarded the gate of the city lord's mansion.

The shock just now turned into talk among the people of Liberty City. They all knew that there was a powerful being protecting Liberty City. Only a few businessmen who were not brave and had bad brains escaped from Gem Bay.

"You are already a soldier and you still come to see the door in person?" Annan stood next to him. What made him unhappy was that he was actually shorter than Losey.

"Lord Annan, the enemy's attack on the surface has been repulsed, but there may still be assassins sneaking in secretly."

"I thought you were frightened by the battle just now."

Annan joked, but Losi remained silent.

"Feeling hesitant?" Annan asked proactively.

Losey could not hide it from his loyal master: "Well... we are very weak..."

"Who do you think you are?"

Luo Xi raised his head in surprise and saw Master Annan pointing at the night sky unceremoniously: "In the battle just now, one of the two legends was seriously injured and the other died. Even if the dean was thrown into the aftermath of the battle, he would not be able to resist... And we relied on What? The entire Liberty City combined is just fuel for that flame."

"Ants shouldn't worry about being trampled to death by elephants."

But Losi, who had learned a lot, could no longer be convinced by Annan's few words.

"Lord Annan, I know it sounds...unconscious to say this, but can we really never get close to that height?"

"……not necessarily."

After a long silence, Annan stepped down the steps: "Follow me."

In the alchemy room not far from the city lord's palace, Annan saw the window on the second floor open, and Michael was staring at the night sky.

Previous battles had also left an indelible impression on him.

Seeing Annan, Michael waved his hand listlessly.

"How is the magic gunpowder improved?"

Luo Xi signaled to the two men stationed outside the alchemy room door and followed Annan to the second floor.

Michael replied: "I thought you were going to ask about the battle just now."

"What can you, a mage who is not an elite, see?"

"When can a warlock be so arrogant?" Michael said tit for tat. "I have some ideas for the candy you mentioned, but it will take time and... you know."

"Don't worry, the most important thing in Liberty City is money."

Losi watched Mr. Annan chatting with Michael, wondering why he brought her here.

Or did Michael take the initiative to look at Losey: "You came to my alchemy room with the Chief at night just to quarrel with me?"

"The scene just now made our Master Chief feel hesitant, so I came to tell him and you that the future of magic gunpowder will shine as brightly as it does tonight.

Michael sneered: "I don't believe it."

"When have I ever lied to you?"

"All the time."

Michael just didn't believe it. After all, he dealt with magic gunpowder all day long, making the magic gunpowder become as powerful as before... It was as outrageous as Annan suddenly taking out something and saying it could be sold for one million gold coins.

Wait a moment, the magic image seems to be like this... Is what he said true?

Michael wanted to confirm again, but Annan had already gone back with Losey.

In the City Lord's Mansion, Annan returned to the bedroom and saw a bulge in the quilt.

Lifting the quilt, the silly cat was huddled inside, its pupils dilated.

"Sure enough, it's you..." Annan reluctantly picked up the silly cat, "Our silly cat was frightened again."

The silly cat didn't resist, and it would always become particularly obedient at this time.

Annan sat on the sofa, put the silly cat aside, stroked its fluffy cat hair, and touched the leaf of the world tree in his pocket with his left hand.

"Tedel?"

"Tedel Moonstrider?"

The leaves of the world tree did not respond, and Annan continued to call: "Is the most beautiful elf in the world here?"

"……What's up?"

"We'll talk later if you're busy?"

"We're not busy anymore. What do you want to ask?"

"I have an elder who was cursed by the gods. She has become no longer young and lost most of her strength. How can I lift the curse?"

"There is no way, because that is the power of the gods..."

"What about just getting rid of aging? This should be just a side effect of the curse..."

"This is not a problem. Transfiguration can solve it."

"But my elder didn't use transformation... Is it because casting spells is a burden for her?"

"It's possible, but I don't think a being who would be cursed by the gods bothers to use transformation to disguise himself."

Annan recalled the scornful attitude of his ancestors when there was no curse. It was indeed like what Tedder described.

But you can find a way to break the curse of old age - who would resist being young again?