A strange world

Chapter 637 Chapter 34. Don’t cry for me

Annan had a dream.

He dreamed that he had become a boy and followed the children of fishermen in the village to a hidden bay and saw a beautiful girl huddled in a shell.

The sun shines on her skin, which is as clear and translucent as mutton fat, and seems to radiate light.

The boy moved the rocks away, grabbed a handful of pearls from the bottom of the rock and gave them to him, saying that as long as she cries, there will be pearls and we will make a fortune. I'm just telling you, look at her, I'll go to the town and tell the mayor that each of us will get half of the money.

The boy ran out, and Annan looked at the girl in the shell curiously. Her beautiful cheeks contain both the joy of new things and the sadness of leaving home.

Doesn't she like it here? Yes...how can fish in the sea like land?

"Do you want to go back?" Annan asked her.

"I...want to take a look on land." said the girl in the shell. "He said he would take me to the big city to meet the dragons and elves."

"He is lying. He wants to sell you to the mayor." Annan said.

"What should we do?" The girl looked panicked.

Annan put down the pearl, stood up and walked around behind the shell, pushing the giant shell and plowing a deep mark on the beach.

Pushing the giant shell into the sea, Annan stood up and said softly: "Let's go quickly... don't cry anymore, go to a place where greedy people can't find you..."

Watching the shell slowly sinking into the sea, Annan woke up from what seemed like a dream.

The charred girl stood up from the blood pearl that had lost its power. The giant shell in front of Annan withered like a flower and turned into ashes.

The loose blood pearl began to collapse, burying all traces of her presence.

She finally rejected the Leaf of the World Tree.

Annan could understand what she meant. She wanted to go home, but she had been polluted by the land, so she had to return to the ocean in her dream to free herself in reality.

If only you were...

There seemed to be a sigh in Annan's mind.

Annan was suddenly surrounded by unprecedented sadness and murmured to himself: "I always thought I could change the fate of many people, but there are still too many things I can't do..."

Annan's sigh seemed to caress his cheek, whispering, please don't cry for me.

"I don't want to either...but I can't seem to control it."

The sadness made Annan want to cry, but the majesty of being the Lord of Liberty City made him suppress this emotion.

It is said that the Siren has the power to control other people's emotions, so the girl in the shell is the Siren...?

When the lingering sigh disappeared, the sadness that fell on Annan's soul gradually faded away.

Annan turned around and saw the dark eyes of the burnt girl looking at him.

"There are so many pearls here that it dazzles my eyes." Annan rubbed his eyes and glanced at the blood pearls still buried in them.

These things... Thinking of their origin, Annan will feel conflicted from the bottom of his heart, but they are valuable...

Since the girl in the shell didn't take them away, does it mean that she gave them to herself?

Thinking of this, Annan put the blood pearl into the magic ring. This evil thing is not suitable for jewelry, but it can be sold to the devil.

The accumulated blood pearls disappeared, and only some clothes remained in the empty wine cellar. Among them, the leather armor, weapons, and staffs were extremely conspicuous.

It seems that gold diggers have been here before, but they failed to see through the trap and resist the temptation.

In addition to these, where the girl in the shell withered, there was a flute.

Annan picked up the flute, which seemed to be an instrument made of the bones of some kind of sea beast, crystal clear.

Just think of it as a souvenir.

Annan put the flute into his pocket.

"Are you OK?"

The burnt girl shook her head, Annan picked up the magic lamp that fell on the ground and walked towards the ground.

The wine cellar was too empty for a shelter.

Annan searched around the manor in the dusk, and finally the Burnt Girl helped him find a cellar in the utility room in the garden.

At midnight, Annan stood under the cellar and looked up at the light above. The eruption in the royal city tonight was much shorter than the previous two days...

Is the princess getting weak?

In the early morning of the third day after entering Lost City, Annan crawled out of the cellar.

Annan first looked outside the city. There was still no movement from the southern countries, not even the gold diggers he met unexpectedly on the street not long after.

Those gold diggers dressed as mercenaries, holding weapons and wearing leather armor, stood in front, looking at Annan in surprise.

He doesn't look like a gold digger at all, so who would show up alone in Lost City?

Some of the gold diggers prepare to run away, while others prepare to fight and then run away - they are the best at this kind of thing.

Their vice-captain had the courage to ask: "Who are you!"

"I am the royal bodyguard. Outsiders, please get out of the way."

There is no way to cast spells in Lost City, and Annan doesn't want to have a dispute with them.

"Pretend to be a ghost..."

The vice-captain murmured and moved out of the way with his companions.

Annan continued to move forward, and when he passed the gold diggers, a soft whine sounded.

"Are you a spell caster...?" Their captain, a muscular female warrior stared greedily at Annan's face, "Catch him and send him to my room. I want to interrogate him..."

"Boss, will you still interrogate me?"

"Cut the nonsense!"

Annan stopped at this moment, and his black eyes fell on the gold digger captain: "Those who violate the rules should be punished..."

The charred girl emerged from his shadow.

"Weird! He is weird!!!"

Gold diggers are not afraid of their own kind, but they are so tortured that they just don't want to face the weird.

Before the Burnt Girl did anything, the gold digger ran away and disappeared into the distance.

Annan had no intention of contacting them and continued to set off.

When passing by a shop, the waiter in the shop stepped on the broken glass to greet him: "Guest, what do you want?"

Annan ignored him and moved on.

"What do you want... Our products are cheap and good-looking..." The waiter followed Anan with a fake smile, reaching out to catch him.

Snapped--

A charred hand grabbed the waiter's wrist, and the smirking waiter burst into flames, while the store it came out of emitted a dull, angry murmur.

The inner city is indeed much more dangerous than the outer city, but the benefits should also be much greater, otherwise gold diggers would not flock to it - Annan saw many weapons abandoned by gold diggers along the way. As for the fate of their owners... It shouldn't be too good.

Annan found a church as a refuge on the third night. Although the gods and believers have disappeared, the remaining power should allow the weird to avoid this place.

At least some of them should avoid this place.

Annan hides in the dungeon, which is where the church punishes criminals and heretics. However, considering that this church belongs to the good deity, Annan feels extremely at ease...especially after he lives in the deepest cell.

Facts have proved that Annan's peace of mind was false.