A strange world

Pretending to be a big shot may bring some convenience, but what if the big shot’s enemy is also a big shot?

Annan did not profit from it, nor could he prepare for attacks at all times. He only had countless troubles and hidden dangers. So I can only break the misunderstanding and prove that I am someone else - what could be better than breaking the disguise in front of a group of powerful people?

Andrew Luna felt that Annan's plan seemed crude and reckless, but it was indeed the best way to solve the immediate trouble.

A few hours before the banquet, the wizard's tower carriage returned to the tavern with a carload of chattering goblins.

Dorai fulfilled the agreement and came with his tribe. The dirty-faced gnome Dora is also among them.

These goblins were not as clever as Dorai, and were timid and dirty.

Annan asked them to take a bath first and asked Andrew Luna to buy ten pieces of children's clothing to replace their tattered leather armor and use them as work clothes.

The goblins quickly became proficient in the operation of the machine, and each Susan spinning machine began to be sent to the warehouse via carriage.

At the same time, it was getting closer to the evening of the banquet.

The address on the invitation letter is the special banquet hall next to the Lord's Palace in Breeze City - the banquet is not small.

Just right for Annan to shed his identity.

Annan arrived at Winchet Manor before evening. The Wine Lady swept Annan's mage robe meaningfully. After returning from outside the city, Annan put on a mage robe inscribed with four kinds of magic. The cleansing technique makes it unnecessary to wash, and the mage robe that can be worn on any occasion also saves Annan from having to rack his brains to choose a dress.

The wine lady, who had never worn the same clothes before, was also stunning this time: the lady standing on the stairs was wearing a long black dress with dark gold flowers, her slender legs stretched out of the skirt, she was noble and beautiful.

"Are you ready?"

"what to prepare?"

"After tonight, many merchants in Breeze will know your name and Susan Spinner."

The old butler helped the wine lady down the steps and got into the carriage parked outside the door. Then he whispered to Annan.

"Madam cannot drink. If a guest approaches Madam, it will be left to Mr. Annan..."

"I will."

Annan stepped into the carriage and sat opposite the wine lady. The intoxicating fragrance of roses filled the carriage.

The wine lady looked at Annan, who looked out the window, becoming more and more embarrassed as time went by and the lady smiled.

"I'm a little nervous..." Annan took the initiative to break the deadlock before blushing: "How long will it take to sell fifty Susan spinning machines?"

"Don't worry, sweetheart, it's just tonight." The wine lady said with a magnetic voice, "What you should worry about is how much cotton is stored and what if there are not enough spinning wheels."

"Andrew Luna is still purchasing and is now turning out ten Susan spinning machines a day."

"It's too boring to talk about this at this time, don't you think?"

The wine lady's lips and teeth were slightly parted, and the sweet fruity smell entered her nose. Annan looked out the window again at the noisy night scene.

"Fast and the others seem to have a good relationship with you?"

"Well, they've always taken good care of me."

Annan was lucky to know them when he was weak. Pinglin Town is like his novice village - if it appears in Breeze City, it may be a different ending, if it appears in the rat-infested south, it will be even more tragic...

After a journey of both suffering and enjoyment, the carriage drove into a bustling street with bright lights.

Annan, who had been in Breeze City for more than a week, came here for the first time.

Solemn and tall minaret-like buildings stand on both sides of the spacious streets, and you need to look up to get a full view of them.

Annan is like a mage in terms of "locking himself in a certain place for a long time".

Luxurious carriages bearing various emblems lined the streets. Annan's carriage joined them and slowly stopped in front of the spacious stairs as the team progressed.

Annan stepped out of the carriage, turned around and held the catkin that looked like a girl sticking out of the carriage, and stepped onto the steps with the wine lady, dispersing the light of the night.

Countless scented candles and constant magic lights illuminate the hall like daylight, and the soft blankets spread under your feet are like walking on the clouds. Young maids shuttled between the wine tables, and minstrels played cheerful music.

No matter the scale or splendor, it is far from comparable to the dinner party in Pinglin Town.

The beautiful wine lady and handsome Annan attracted attention, and a nobleman walked towards them.

"Mrs. Torre, long time no see."

"Yes, Kirk."

The two, who seemed to be old friends, neither hugged nor kissed hands.

"This is..." The nobleman seemed to have just discovered Annan and asked in surprise.

"You just came back from outside, and you still don't know the latest news in the city? Does his hair still make you think of something?"

The nobleman named Kirk was confused for a moment, and suddenly felt undisguised fear and fear, and left in a hurry without saying a word.

"The wine lady..."

"I don't like him, he's a nasty guy." The wine lady's cat-like magnetic voice brought a smile: "My sweetheart is angry? Anyway, you are going to clarify your identity later."

"But now they are avoiding them like the plague." Annan looked around at the guests who were starting to move away from them, "They seem to be afraid of me?"

"It's not you they're afraid of."

"Olmedo..." Annan read out the most suspicious name, "Then how can we discuss business now?"

"Be patient, sweetheart..."

After enduring the strange gaze and rejection and wandering around the banquet for a while, Annan knew what the wine lady made him wait for:

A big shot was invited to the banquet: the twin ministers from the Principality of Keating, Lord Flanning.

It was a middle-aged man with bald forehead and thin body, standing on the stage and saying something. He seemed to be speaking in lingua franca, but Annan couldn't understand it at all.

"Where is the Principality of Keating?" Annan asked.

"A neutral principality located between the south and the north. Your fifty spinning wheels are prepared for him."

The twin ministers stepped off the stage, surrounded by many guests. The excitement was theirs, while Annan and the wine lady were deserted.

But he suddenly noticed this side, restrained his formulaic smile, and took the initiative to approach.

"Mrs. Margery." The twin ministers Franning said something Annan could understand, and then looked at him, "Then you must be Levis Reeves, one of the twelve kings of the North."

"I'm not."

Annan was surprised that the rumor actually reached his ears.

"A lame disguise."

"What do you mean?" Annan asked him.

"Let's stop this boring topic." Twin Minister Franning looked towards the north outside the terrace, "Why don't we look at the snow-capped mountains in the distance?"

"I'm going to solve something."

Annan no longer hesitated, put down the juice in his hand, and stepped onto the stage.

"I want to clear up some misunderstandings here."

The excitement of the banquet turned into small whispers, and they looked at Annan at the same time.

Facing the different eyes, Annan took a deep breath: "I am not Levi's Reeves."

After a brief stagnation, chaos suddenly broke out——

The guests screamed, stampeded, cried, and ran away, as if Annan had torn open the skin and revealed the terrifying body of the blue dragon.