A strange world

Annan looked around the brightly lit banquet hall filled with guests and remembered what Olmedo said.

"The ratmen who intend to corrupt Breeze City will not let this dinner go. They will find ways to sneak into the banquet, blend into the crowd, and make the nobles surrender to Chaos."

The banquet was mixed with Skaven...

The glamorous guests didn't look like rat men in disguise, and the waiters walking through the hall looked normal.

Could it be that the problem lies in the kitchen?

Annan made a mistake. He knew very little about the Skaven. He only knew a limited part of it from the bard's story about the world-destroying rat tide and a few words from Francois, let alone the habits and characteristics of the rat people.

Annan couldn't stupidly and blindly go up to him and ask, "Are you a weird person?" Even just asking, "Have you met any weird people recently?" was still weird.

"Let me ask Olmedo first."

Annan looked at the figure holding a wine glass, surrounded by nobles, smiling warmly, and told Dela, walking straight towards Olmedo.

The young city lord listened to the conversation of the guests and nodded. He saw Annan approaching from the corner of his eye and said to them apologetically, "Excuse me." He got out and faced Annan who was approaching.

The meeting between the current city lord and the original city lord attracted a lot of attention.

"I thought you would continue to pretend you didn't know me."

Compared to Olmedo's familiar banter, Annan was direct and boring: "How do I find them?"

"Relax, Annan, don't talk like it's something serious." Olmedo put down his wine glass and gestured to the empty terrace, "Let's talk somewhere else."

…

Dela watched Annan and Olmedo disappear outside the terrace, declined a dance invitation from a young nobleman, and came to the table to choose food.

His slender fingers ran across the tempting pastries and oily steaks. When he was hesitating to pick up something, a figure with the scent of roses passed behind Dela, and his palm brushed her belt.

Dai La stiffened for a moment and stared warily at the beautiful lady standing next to her.

"Follow me."

The beautiful lady picked up a plate of pastries and turned to leave.

Della looked at "her" back and followed silently to the corner where several beautiful ladies and girls gathered.

The women are mature and plump, the girls are beautiful and graceful, and the fragrance of flowers and laughter make this corner like a blooming flowerbed.

Della, who is tall and pointy-eared, looks out of place here.

A graceful and gorgeous figure was surrounded by women. She was wearing a bright red fluffy low-cut dress. Her snow-white complexion and plump breasts made people unable to extricate themselves. Her high nose and bright eyes made people fall in love with her.

The women are led by her, like the most beautiful flower in the center of the cluster.

"You shouldn't be here."

She raised her perfectly curved chin.

Della looked at the terrace where Annan disappeared: "He brought me here."

"It seems that our guard has had Madam's dream." Her words caused the women to chuckle. When the laughter subsided, the beautiful lady pursed her red lips and looked at the strong and slender silhouette in front of her.

"But it's not your turn to do this, 'guard.'" She put a magnetic emphasis on the word "guard." "You don't even have...things to make him happy. Why don't you give him to me, and I will let him Lord Priest, please take credit for your contribution..."

Dela's green eyes swept over the woman's body, which was like a goddess of beauty carved by a legendary artist: "He doesn't like your type."

"This is impossible!"

Before the beautiful lady could say anything, the eight or nine-year-old girl next to her screamed in denial, "No man can refuse the countess's charm."

Della looked at the Countess' buttocks sinking into the sofa, and said with Annan's characteristic seriousness: "Your butt is too big."

"Then do you think you can do it?" The girl pointed at Della and made a harsh noise like a mouse: "You are ruining the master's plan!"

"I don't."

Della's calmness was replaced by panic, she lowered her head, her eyes flashed with cunning that no one noticed.

"She is a 'guard', not a 'lady'. I don't know how normal it is." The countess complained that the girl was too fierce, and said to Dela gently: "Leave him to us, the priest will give you a reward, maybe I will also sacrifice for you so that you can become a 'Mrs.'

Della replied loyally: "For the Holy Clan."

"So, boy, tell me what does the young King in the North like?"

…

"Those rat-men disguise themselves as humans. They can easily sneak in among us. No matter scavengers or detective skills, they can't see through their disguise."

When a person looks like a human, sounds like a human, feels like a human, and acts like a human, then he is a human. But not for the Skaven - for all Skaven are under the watchful eye of the Rat God.

Perhaps this is also the reason for the collapse of secret societies-it tolerates too many races and ignores objective factors.

"Remember, don't identify a noble easily unless you have clear evidence." Jeffrey Olmedo lay on the guardrail, whispering as the breeze drifted into the night scene in front of him, "Our mistakes will bring chaos. Let the status quo fall into an irreversible whirlpool, and this is the purpose of the Rat Man."

A man who fell off a cliff was hanging only by a frayed rope. Any shake, breeze, or movement can cause the rope to snap.

Annan said he remembered.

Olmedo switched to a lighter topic: "What's it like to be a warlock?"

Annan thought about the day he learned to cast spells: "Nothing special."

"Won't a warlock affect anything? For example, cognition, orientation..."

"What do you want to say?"

"Many warlocks are interested in other races."

"I don't have this change." Annan replied.

Because he was very interested before he became a warlock.

After finishing their chat, Annan and Olmedo returned to the noisy and lively banquet and saw Della talking with a young nobleman.

Della found out that Annan came back and took the initiative to greet him.

"Sorry, I just saw that this young lady's gauze skirt is very special, so I won't bother you two anymore..." The young noble who chatted with Dai La left in a hurry.

Annan stared at the young noble's fleeing back, suspecting that he was a rat man.

"Annan, there is a lady who wants to see you."

Annan looked away: "Who is it?"

Della took Annan to the ladies' party. Those beautiful faces, white breasts and long legs left Annan at a loss.

In the center of these women, a graceful woman with a noble temperament, no less than a princess, stood up and kissed Annan's cheek affectionately, "Levis, do you still remember me?"

"sorry, I……"

Annan's cheeks gradually became hot in the softness and fragrance, and the sigh of loss was still echoing in his ears.

"I guess you don't remember me. You were still very young at that time..."

This is a necessary payment. Annan thought.