A strange world

Chapter 1411 45. No old man can refuse glasses

Archbishop Tomac told Annan everything he knew. As the spokesperson of the old gods, Archbishop Tomac knew many secrets.

As they walked and talked, Annan and Archbishop Tomac quickly became familiar with each other.

Annan was somewhat concerned about what Archbishop Tomac was talking about as "more important things", but he did not dare to ask, for fear of taking on responsibilities beyond his ability.

"Your otherworldly tree also seems to come from the withered world."

"You already know that?"

"When we arrived at the port," Archbishop Tomac raised his head and looked in the direction of the Lord's Mansion. "Your city is filled with an aura similar to that of the World Tree."

"Is it obvious?"

If it can be discovered as soon as it arrives... then the process of the elf's detection will probably be greatly shortened.

"No, your otherworldly tree represents the resistance of native creatures to the weirdness."

Doesn't that mean that one day in the future, when the existence behind the weirdness appears outside of Allen's world, the Other World Tree will be able to help a lot?

To prepare for a rainy day, we need to find a way to get more death row prisoners to feed the Other World Tree!

Can ratmen be used as fertilizer?

Since they are intelligent and have faith, the effect should be similar to that of humans, even if they have less humanity... but there are more of them!

Annan was thinking about the origin of the ratmen and unknowingly came to the coastal street.

The ratmen are easy to deal with. You can ask the ratmen elders to send them to you from the front line of the Dimon Kingdom, or just follow the empire to fight against the ratmen.

Coming back to his senses, Annan saw Archbishop Tomac looking at the tavern, smelling the aroma of wine, his wrinkled face revealing the intoxication that only drunkards could have.

At this moment, Archbishop Tomac suddenly lost his divine aura and turned into an ordinary old man.

Annan walked around the tavern and said with a smile: "No, you are too old."

"Heh..." Archbishop Tomac laughed, "Before I became a follower of the lady, I was a well-known drunkard."

"You have such a past?"

"Yes... If the lady hadn't saved me from the mire, I would have died in the dirty and smelly alley next to the tavern when I was young..."

Annan was a little curious, but Archbishop Tomac was unwilling to talk about it, so he returned to the original topic: "Is there really no way for us to call back the princess' soul?"

"Son, if you want to revive her, Wilhelm may be the only way."

“Wilhelm…”

"There are some ancient schools and wizard towers that retain the assets of ancient wizards. There, you may be able to find knowledge related to other worlds."

This is a good idea, but it is not easy - Annan's influence is not strong enough to cover Wilhelm.

Annan made a second choice and said, "Can we borrow the lady's power to call back the princess' soul?"

"What do you want to do?"

"I don't know. Let the princess stay around the temple fragments for a while and try it out?"

"I don't think it will work, but... maybe we can try."

After all, there is no better way.

"Don't be so impatient. I haven't taken a close look at this place yet."

"You want to smell the wine?"

Annan smelled the scent of wine lees blown by the sea breeze. No wonder Archbishop Tomac was so greedy that he couldn't walk.

But Annan really didn't dare to give him alcohol - what if something happened?

Moreover, he was an archbishop when he came out, and became a drunk old man when he returned. How could he explain this to the saint and the bishops?

"I'm too old and it will take me longer to see things clearly." Archbishop Tomac was still making excuses.

Annan didn't believe it and pushed his wheelchair quickly past the tavern.

When he came to the park again, a group of girls gathered in the distance caught Annan's attention.

They were holding flower-woven headbands and were stopped outside by Luo Xi. They were allowed in after some negotiations.

"Huh? Someone comes to give you flowers?" Annan asked in surprise.

Archbishop Tomac said, “I feel like they’re for you.”

"I?"

They watched the girls walk up to them. The girl in the lead, Annan, looked familiar. He remembered that they were the women he had rescued from the slave knight.

"Lord Annan... we want to express our gratitude to you..." The girl pressed the petals stiffly, "but we just found a job and haven't received our salary yet, so the sisters..."

She held up the wreath, one corner of which was deformed by her pinching.

"Oh, I accidentally--"

"Oh, it's so beautiful, is it for me?" Annan's eyes seemed to be shining brightly, and he couldn't wait to take it and put it on his head.

"How is it, is it suitable?"

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The nervous girl gradually relaxed and smiled: "You look like an elf prince wearing it..."

It’s just that this elf prince is a little short.

"Have you all found jobs?" Annan asked her.

"Well, Sister Fischer let us work in the spinning mill and provided us with dormitories and wages." The girl excitedly expressed her gratitude to Annan again.

"Then start a new life. I have experienced that kind of pain, so I hope you don't have to go through it again."

After watching the girl happily return to her companions, the girls' discussion could be heard faintly. "This was not arranged by me," Annan still had to explain.

"I know. We knew your fame when you came."

Pushing Archbishop Tomac through the park, Annan saw a shop on the roadside and suddenly changed his mind and pushed him into the shop.

"Welcome, Mr. Annan. Your arrival brings honor to our store!" The store manager pushed aside the clerk and approached enthusiastically, smiling so hard that his eyes could not be seen. "I guess this is Mr. Victor?"

"You are mistaken. He is Archbishop Tomac of the Church of Fortune."

The store manager gasped, so frightened that he didn't even dare to flatter.

Annan waved his hand: "Find a pair of glasses for the archbishop."

"Yes, sir!"

The store manager pulled the clerk back to accompany him and went to search behind the counter.

"What are glasses?" Archbishop Tomac asked Annan.

“Something that allows you to see the world clearly.”

“The world has always been clear to me.”

"That's not what you said just now."

The store manager found the glasses but didn't dare to approach. Annan walked over, took the glasses case, opened it, took out the glasses and pointed them at Archbishop Tomac's face.

"Son, you know I'm the Archbishop, right?"

In response to Annan's offensive behavior, Archbishop Tomac simply spoke calmly.

"What did you call me?"

"The Son."

Archbishop Tomac fell silent.