A strange world

Chapter 70 Section 69. Alliance

"The evil sorcerer murdered the king on his arrival in his loyal city. But now the king has returned from hell, surrounded by the flames of vengeance, determined to take back what is rightfully his."

Annan looked at Michael who was talking in a low voice.

"Andrew Luna taught you to say that?"

"I specifically asked Luna to teach me." Michael handed a list to Annan, "But this is what many people really think. The twelve kings of the North who were plotted to take away their positions and lives as city lord climbed out of hell. , will take the most brutal revenge on those who murdered him."

"What's this?"

Annan took the list and saw many long lists of unknown and obscure names. This was a test for Annan, who had not learned common language for a long time.

"The nobles, rich people, and professionals who will come to visit you later will be on your side or bet on you."

"Are there any master professionals here?"

"No. Unless he is in big trouble, a master professional does not need to take refuge in others.

"Can I win over the master with wealth like the nobles of the South?"

"Masters are rarely short of money...with the exception of spellcasters."

"I think it's easy for mages to make money..." Annan said, such as sensing the magic stone. Even transcribing magic scrolls cost dozens of gold coins each.

“But we spend it faster.”

And Annan understands this very well - just the most basic meditation of a spell caster made him unable to make ends meet, and he was only willing to use low-level magic materials.

"But after you show some abilities again, there should be master-level professionals who want to join you."

"I was completely unprepared..."

"It doesn't matter, you can think about it slowly." Michael said, "You can even create a wonderful future for them to sponsor, and then take away all the money and move to another place to develop, such as going to the south. As long as you have money there, you can Let your enemies call you father, let the elves call you dear, let the orcs be your little brothers, and raise the dead.”

"What about the Reeves family?"

"Anyway, you only have the reputation of the Twelve Kings of the North." Michael said casually, looking at the clock in the corner, "Get ready, the first rich man to visit should be arriving soon."

Annan and Michael left the study and went to the living room downstairs. She said to the elderly maid who greeted her: "There will be some guests coming to visit later."

This manor is the family property of the Wine Lady. She gave it to Annan and sent a maid to take care of Annan's daily life - as the King of the North, he could not continue to huddle in the attic of the spinning mill.

Not long after, the head maid who was waiting at the gate returned to the mansion and said that the first guest had arrived.

"Let him in."

Annan looked at Michael who was still here: "Do you want to stay?"

"Of course I want to participate in such an interesting thing."

"Will it cause you any trouble?"

"Won't."

An absolutely safe bystander, the Mage Tower Mage, Michael said proudly: "The Mage Tower's position is Breeze City, so in Breeze City, no one can harm the Mage Tower."

It is difficult to connect the young man in front of him with the drunkard who drank to relieve his sorrows in the dilapidated Morningside Tavern two months ago.

Annan acquiesced to Michael's existence and allowed him to stand behind him.

"Annan's face was engraved with lines that showed perseverance and composure. His black eyes were full of melancholy, and from time to time they flashed with a cold light full of hatred."

"What are you doing?" Annan looked at Michael who suddenly muttered to himself.

"To set off the atmosphere, I'll shut up when people come." Michael replied, continuing to use the technique he learned from Andrew Luna: "He sat on the sofa outside the window where the sun couldn't shine, and his silhouette was shrouded in shadow. With..."

Annan ignored Michael's narration and looked at the list. The first name is Melcher Neville, identified as a jeweler.

Soon, he saw a carriage parked in the garden, and a maid led a middle-aged man with a goatee into the living room.

"The venerable King of the North." The middle-aged man followed an ancient etiquette to pay tribute to Annan.

The ensuing exchange made Annan not used to it - because Melcher Neville always cited classics and praised the ancestors of the Reeves family.

Because Annan was just a fake, he could only focus on listening. And this kind of listening made Melcher Neville mistakenly believe that he was recognized, and he was eager to talk and talked non-stop. He also regarded Annan's uncorrected "hillbilly accent" as an ancient inheritance of the King of the North.

Finally, satisfied Melcher Neville presented a bag of gems,

This bag of gems is worth almost a few hundred gold coins.

It seems that cheating and abduction can make much more money than normal invention.

Soon, a second customer came to the door and brought an oil painting worth about a hundred gold coins.

But Michael said they were not committed.

"Why do you think so?"

"Just like cotton yarn condensed into cotton thread, strength can be formed when they come together."

If they really wanted to join the King in the North, they should bring something more practical.

"They are not fools. The reputation of the Twelve Kings of the North is worthy of their refuge, but not worthy of their ruin."

"Why do you suddenly look like you know a lot about nobles?"

"You have the Wine Lady and I have Andrew Luna."

Before the next guest arrived, Annan asked, "How are Martin and Soruman Bronzebeard?"

"Luna took good care of the former. How do you think these nobles contacted you about the latter?"

"Soruman Bronzebeard? How did she do it?"

"Bronzebeard is now the wine lady's distributor in Breeze City. She invited them when she was delivering wine to the rich and nobles. By the way, the publisher owner hasn't come back yet, but your books are selling very well."

The guests on the list arrived one after another, and the living room gradually became lively. They talked with each other. During this period, there were also families who hoped to marry Annan——

The maids brought the prepared food and wine to the table, like a small banquet.

Michael left early because of something. After everyone on the list was almost there, Annan was ready to join the banquet.

At this time, an old man who was not on the list arrived.

Annan secretly sensed that he was a powerful spell caster. How powerful... An ant cannot see the rocks, nor the top of the mountain.

However, Annan unexpectedly had a pleasant conversation with this old man of unknown origin.

Some incisive advice from the old man gave Annan a sudden enlightenment in his knowledge. The old man was also amused by the idea that Annan was not of this world.

For example, the old man felt that the nobles occupied most of the wealth but never paid for it.

"How can you say that!"

A down-and-out nobleman whose name Annan couldn't remember suddenly accused the old man angrily, which aroused many approvals. Because the people standing here are all nobles.

"Your father Holm was abandoned because of this kind of selfishness." The calmness on the old man's old face made the down-and-out nobleman shut his mouth in surprise.

Annan took the opportunity to politely ask: "Excuse me, are you your Excellency?"

He felt that the opportunity to fight Olmedo lay with the old man.

"Olmedo."

The old man said gently.

"Augusta Olmedo."