Annan stared at the Centurion lying dead before the Teleportation Portal as though he had seen a ghost.
But then he remembered there were several Centurions—maybe even dozens—and relaxed. His next thought was whether she might try to extort him over this.
"Is she really dead?"
Annan checked again. "Take her to the Alchemy Room... No, bring her here. I'll have the Skeleton King examine her."
The Centurion's body seemed to be a highly lifelike Magic Puppet. If the Skeleton King could figure out how it worked, they could use what he learned in the Goblin Golem they were trying to reproduce.
"Hmm... Let Olmedo know the Centurion has 'died,' too."
Annan closed the Teleportation Portal, left his Bedroom, and told a servant there was a body in his room that needed to be taken to the Skeleton King.
"Why are you going around telling everyone I'm dead?"
The Centurion's voice rang out as she walked out of Annan's room.
Annan did not even look surprised. "If you came here, what happens to Free City?"
"I'll send another one over. I don't have many of me in the Southern Kingdoms."
Annan narrowed his dark eyes. "You're not planning to stir up trouble in the Blood Council, are you?"
"Do I seem like that kind of person?"
"I didn't say I'd object."
"I am!"
The Centurion's strength was hard to gauge. She might be another Legendary figure... But she had no airs, and she acted as though she were half chaos incarnate. Unlike that coward at Breeze City's Mage Tower, who looked tougher than anyone and ran faster than anyone, she seemed worth relying on.
"Do me a favor," Annan said. He told her a little about the situation here. "Stop their plans."
"I'm only good at causing trouble."
Annan chose