Chapter 842 Section 73 The Story of Broken Teeth

"It's a nezumi who grew up in the North...... Like all slave rats, it is driven by the low instincts of the rat people, and knows nothing but eating and pulling ......"

The tavern guests rarely heard the story of the nezumi man as the protagonist, and listened to it with relish, but in Annan's eyes, it was a little sparse and ordinary. He also thought that the story of the bard was the dynamics of the northern rat people.

What's the matter?

“…… The Thirteen Supreme Kings imposed an alien order in all human empires, and it didn't take long for it to be discovered by a group of mercenaries. As a nezumi, it was supposed to die like a wild dog in the wild, ironically, because the nezumi was also of an alien race, and it survived because of the alien order and was caught in the dungeon. ”

"It has befriended many races in the dungeon, whether they are enemies or friends outside, and here they are all prisoners of the human ranks. The aliens have renounced their external feelings, and they have learned the lingua franca of their time with them. ”

"Originally, it was useless, because they were just the achievements of officials, and one day in the future, they would be used as a stepping stone for promotion and taken out to be hanged...... Until the day comes. ”

"A deputy warden who calls himself Olmeshao appears in the dungeon, and he tells the aliens that he will get them out......"

Annan sat up a little straighter, not thinking that the bard was telling his story.

But it's still not about business.

"Some of the alien prisoners believed, some didn't, it didn't think about anything. The idea is a luxury for the slave rat. But the deputy warden did, improving the living conditions of the prisoners, having the jailers clean them, and finally rescuing them from the dungeon. Although there was an alien rebellion during this period, a small number of people chose to believe that Olme was just right and that it happened to be inside. ”

At this time, the deputy warden revealed his identity: he said that he was the king of the North and the master of Starmoon Bay, Annan Reeves.

The eyes of the guests were focused on Annan, mixed with applause and cheers.

At this time, Annan realized that the protagonist of the minstrel story was a broken tooth......

But isn't the broken tooth in Hell Mountain?

The bard continued after the applause had subsided, detailing that Broken Tooth followed Annam back to Starmoon Bay, and then fell north and followed him to Liberty City...... It's like a transparent person who has been watching the life of a broken tooth.

Annan's sense of déjà vu intensified, but looking at the bard's face, he was sure that he hadn't seen him......

If only it were a woman, I would definitely not forget it.

When the bard spoke of Hell Mountain, Annan sat up. Because it tells even more about what happened in Hell Mountain than Annan - especially when they retreated to the ground, Broken Tooth took the opportunity to escape, mingled in the rat tide, and rescued a boy and escorted him all the way to the Great Wall in the north.

Guests who knew that the story was "based on real events" cheered for Broken Tooth.

Annan breathed a sigh of relief and smiled: "Is it on the Great Wall of the North now?" ”

He was already thinking about how to reward the broken tooth. Citizenship? It already is. Published in Voices of Freedom? This is what it was meant to be......

How about having it set up a nezumi squad in its own name? The north nezumi have the ability to communicate even if only one out of 10,000 nezumi is able to raise a legion.

There may be a chance to become the fifth nezumi legion after the Guards Legion, the Hellfire Legion, the Musketeer Legion, and the newly formed Foreign Aid Legion.

"It and the boy lie in the wilderness behind the Great Wall of the North."

All of Annan's beautiful imaginations vanished with the bard's words.

The tavern was silent, and Annan stared at him deeply: "What do you mean?" ”

"It died, like a wild dog."

"Why?"

"The front-line commanders of the Orr Empire, who considered it a spy and a deserter, executed it and the boy...... But at least at the end of life, it found its worth. The bard sang in an aria.

"Lord Annan, do you like this story?"

"How do you know?"

As Annan's voice became indifferent, Losi, who was standing beside Annan, was like a sharp sword, full of sharpness.

The bard stroked the lute: "It doesn't matter. ”

"Look at him."

Annan and Lossi said, stood up, and answered the gazes of the tavern guests: "It is called a broken tooth, as you can see...... It is a hero. But some erased its exploits and slandered it as a spy and a deserter......"

"I'll give it an explanation."

The tavern guests were equally indignant, and even went to the recruiting office to sign up, wanting to go to the front line to beat the Orr Empire.

Annan returned to the city lord's mansion and asked Ormedo to investigate at all costs, pouring several bottles of magic potions into his mouth and opening the portal.

It wasn't the agreed time to open the door, and after a while, Fermi rushed back underground.

"Lord Annan, is something wrong?"

Annan's expression looked even more solemn than theirs.

Annan told Fermi the story of the bard, and Fermi was slightly stunned, saying that Broken Tooth had indeed left during the scuffle, but he did not know what would happen after he got out.

"Is Elimoas still there? Entrusting her with a trip to the Great Wall of the North, I need to confirm. ”

With that, Annan tossed Mr. Svarro's amulet to Fermi, "Give it to Elimoas." ”

In case the Orr Empire wants to kill people.

"What are we going to do?" Fermi asked.

"You are still nominally at the command of the Orr Empire at war, so I will not drag you back for the time being, and continue to hold the camp." Annan said.

He waited in his office for hours when the portal fluctuated.

Swaro appears in the office. He looked like he had made a run himself, with a straight face, but not angry...... Because the mage behind him held the outline of two bodies, one large and one small, covering the mage's robes.

Annan walked to the two silhouettes in silence and lifted the mage's robes.

The dead nezumi lost the hideousness of his life, like a big mouse...... And the strange boy seemed to be asleep, but his face was covered with mud.

"How can they do that......" Annan muttered.

"This is the aristocracy." Mr. Swaro spoke.

The history of the rise of mankind is the history of the aristocracy, and the history of the aristocracy is the history of their exploitation.

The family uses the bloodline as the hub, uses the power of cohesion to gain status and wealth, and then monopolizes it, claiming to be the master of the commoners.

This made the arrogance of the nobility deep-rooted, and the older it was, the more so.

Not everyone is as forgiving as the Olmedo family, and it is not uncommon for nobles to kill commoners - even the Olmedo family has produced an Augusta who has been corrupted by the nezumi and attacked the king of the north.

As an upstart in their eyes, Annan is half of his own people, half of his own thorn.

(End of chapter)