The Righteous Player(s)

　　 It started to rain.

　　 The rain is heavy and heavy. But it is also very sparse.

　　 Judging from the rain sheltering actions of passers-by, it seems that the rain has fallen for a while...

　　 Ke Annan and his party were unaware of this.

　　 It's like they just entered another world before...

　　 "Is it an illusion?"

　　 Salvatore reached out his hand to support Annan’s shoulder, and asked in a low voice, "Is it... that person?"

　　 He already has some trust in Annan's wisdom.

　　 "...it doesn't look like it."

　　 Annan said slowly.

　　 because it makes no sense.

　　 If Gerald can easily create a barrier that can isolate passers-by from wind and rain, and can not be noticed by anyone-even the chief graduate of the Black Tower would not even realize it.

　　 Then, he could easily separate and kill both himself. If the power gap is so large, strategy and vigilance will be meaningless.

　　 "How much do you know about this person?"

　　 Annan asked suddenly.

　　 "You said Bishop Darryl?"

　　 Salvatore shook his head: "I just heard the name. And this name is not like a common name in the kingdom, and it doesn't even have a surname. I haven't seen this name in previous newspapers.

　　 "But the news from the Black Tower confirms that he is indeed the bishop guarding Roseburg... So, I suspect this may be a pseudonym."

　　 "Can the bishop still use a pseudonym?"

　　 "Very few, but there are."

　　Salva replied affirmatively: "Because there are some'names', they are dead...

　　 "I think you can understand what I mean."

　　 "That's it."

　　Annan nodded slowly.

　　 "Name" is dead...that is, the person's true identity is already dead in most people's eyes.

　　 That's why you have to use a pseudonym?

　　 "You, hello... Dear Sir!"

　　 At this moment, Annan suddenly heard a faint young boy's voice: "Is it Master Don Juan Gerante?"

　　 Annan turned around and found that it was a thin boy with freckles on his face. He looked at most sixteen or seventeen years old. The moment he met Annan's ice-blue pupils, his eyes immediately showed a stunning look-but soon, that kind of concentration was overwhelmed by fear and cowardice.

"it's me."

　　Annan answered flatly: "What's the matter?"

　　 His voice is immature, calm and melodious, like a clear lake. Even if there are many players between the opponent and him, it can be clearly transmitted to the opponent's ears.

　　 "It's your invitation!"

　　The young man did not dare to look up at Annan, but blushed, and said more and more difficultly: "It's an invitation from Viscount Barbara! He invites you to come right away and prepare a dinner for you..."

　　 As he said, he handed over the invitation.

　　 The first player reached out and accepted the invitation, then took a photo and handed it to the next person.

　　 The next person looks good, and after taking a photo with the invitation, I pass it on to the next person.

　　 Salvatore watched everyone in this group shake the invitation in their ears, and then solemnly handed over the matter to the next person, suddenly a little at a loss.

　　 What are they doing...

　　 Is this also some kind of etiquette of the royal people...

　　 He stretched out his hand to accept the invitation, and then subconsciously learned the actions of the players, shook it in his ear, and then handed it to Annan.

　　 "...puff puff."

　　 Salvatore vaguely heard a very small laugh.

　　He was immediately upset.

　　 Is the action non-standard? Ah, yes, I can’t let go of my actions, I don’t dare to raise my hand...

　　 "...Actually, you don't need to be like this."

　　 Annan looked at Salvatore a little embarrassed, couldn't help but whispered to persuade, reached out and took the invitation and opened it.

　　 Salvatore just nodded without saying much.

　　 But in his heart he couldn't help but criticize his subconscious timidity.

　　 No, this is actually very simple. Just can't let go. Is it because I came from a rural area, so I am afraid...

　　 This problem must be overcome.

　　 The status of these guards is lower than that of himself, and he is a little nervous and a little afraid. After seeing a wizard from the royal capital, how can he talk to each other normally?

Fortunately, Salvatore has made full use of his excellent memory and has carved this etiquette deeply in his brain. In fact, he has been constantly remembering the strangeness of Annan and his entourage these days. Move them and write them down silently.

　　 At the same time, he also deeply felt the cultural difference between small places like frozen water port and Zedi and the prosperous capital city——

　　 "Only three people?"

　　 Annan shook the invitation in his hand and asked softly, "Do you know what it says?"

　　 His pair of ice-blue pupils quietly watched the boy who came to deliver the letter, but made him bow his head in fear.

　　 "Yes... Master Viscount specially asked to say--"

　　 "I think, such a big Viscount Mansion shouldn't be too poor to accommodate my guards, right?"

　　 Annan interrupted the other party: "All of us will be there. Just reply like that-you go."

"……Yes."

　　 The boy didn't dare to say anything, but he saluted Annan in embarrassment and left in a hurry.

　　Annan looked deeply at his back and greeted Salvatore and Jiuer to get back into the car.

　　 Salvatore couldn’t help asking: “Are we really going? Before Bishop Daryl was...”

　　 "It's raining heavily," Annan replied, "We have to find a place to shelter from the rain. I don't think the Viscount Mansion will leak rain."

　　 "No, I mean—"

"three people."

　　Annan interrupted Salvatore again and reminded.

　　 Salvatore was slightly startled when he heard the words.

　　 He realized something.

　　 He frowned, and said uncertainly: "But we are two..."

　　 "That would be too deliberate."

Annan replied: "Because we have two supernatural beings. If he directly said that only the two of us are allowed to enter, it means that he has revealed to us that only supernatural beings are allowed to enter. Such conditions are too easy to think of. "

　　 The black-haired and blue-eyed boy looked at Salvatore and asked seriously: "The question now is, senior... how did he know that there are two extraordinary people among us?"

　　 "This is easy to detect."

　　 Salvatore quickly replied: "The hunter class can do it all."

　　 "Hunter?"

"Well, cursed hunters. A relatively rare profession... they can delimit their own'hunting ground', monitor the existence of curses and locate each other's location. The transcendents and nightmares are both cursed polymers...unless there is hidden Cursed objects or abilities, otherwise within the hunting grounds of hunters, all the transcendents will be unobstructed."

Salvatore frowned slightly and warned: "The entry points of underground passages in various countries will be guarded by golden hunters. Many grand ceremonies will also be guarded by hunters. Extraordinary people living in big cities will also from time to time. Was approached to interrogate his identity...

"Viscount Barbara is a very veteran nobleman. It is not surprising that he can recruit hunters. But it should be noted that the extraordinary people hunted by hunters can become their new curse through rituals. They can also get from it. Some abilities.

"It's not about destroying the opponent's bearer and gaining part of the opponent's abilities by inheriting the opponent's curse... but directly setting up a new curse. Convert the opponent's curse bearer into a temporary curse, bypassing the opponent's curse Tie to use the opponent's abilities.

"Generally speaking, the new curse set by the hunter class is that you cannot kill other people by killing this extraordinary person. Therefore, the higher the hunter, the more limited the fighting style... but usually Incredibly powerful."

　　 "So are we being targeted by hunters?"

　　Annan laughed instead.

　　 The speculation in his heart became more and more certain.

　　 First of all, this must be a Hongmen Banquet.

　　 Because they have basically torn their faces. If the Viscount and Gerald were in a gang, he didn't need to do anything extra.

　　 In the common sense of ordinary transcendents, the combination of a hunter and a wizard must be far greater than the cooperation of two young wizards. And one of them was a transforming wizard, with no survivability at all. This is still the case when the Viscount has not recruited any other extraordinary people, he has already occupied an all-round advantage.

　　 After all, as Salvatore said... the ability of a wizard is largely related to age. The older the wizard, the greater the power of the spell.

　　 It is impossible for the other party to know that Annan has four times the mana of an ordinary wizard. In other words, when he estimated Annan's actual combat effectiveness, he must be underestimated.

　　 But now he came here specifically and asked Annan to take only one or two people in. This would make Annan, who was already very vigilant, resolutely refusing to attend the banquet.

　　 After all, this is tantamount to revealing the truth that the other party is likely to have a "hunter" to help. Turn this hunter from dark to light.

　　 You know, that guy didn't even dare to send an army to intercept Annan in the road-that was the real way to ensure that Annan was killed. Even Annan himself didn't know how to deal with it. Can only prepare to escape at any time.

　　 As soon as Annan entered the city, the Viscount planned to do something. But he still dared not send an army, but tried to assassinate or poison himself at the banquet...

　　In other words, the Viscount didn't actually take Annan in his heart at all...He didn't regard him as an equal enemy to fight against, but an enemy that could be easily killed by conspiracy.

　　Annan sneered.

　　 But this is also reasonable. His age is the best disguise...especially for old people like Viscount Lord, he will undoubtedly be more contemptuous of Annan's youth than ordinary people.

　　 Because his only advantage is "experience". This is the strength he relies on to maintain his dignity and prove his wisdom, and he will not discard this strength.

　　 Therefore, he will definitely design a conspiracy out of "experience advantage ~www.wuxiaspot.com~. And he will never overestimate Annan's wisdom... He might think that Salvatore is the leader of the team.

　　 "...That's it. So, senior."

　　 Annan calmly analyzed: "The question is, if you were the leader, what would you do? I mean, without meeting Bishop Darryl."

　　 "I will still attend the banquet."

　　 Salvatore thought for a while and replied softly, "Because the number of people is our disadvantage in front of Gerald.

　　 "He can control many people, and the more your guards, the greater our danger. So the three of us go in. If we really fight, it will be easier to act."

"--That's the problem."

　　Annan said: "There is no doubt that the Viscount must also know this. He also knows that our number is a huge disadvantage in front of Gerald.

　　 "So, they exposed one thing."

　　 "...The two of them are not in the same group?"

　　 Salvatore's pupils shrank and blurted out.

"That's why I asked the messenger to go back and inform the Viscount that I must bring people in," Annan added calmly. "From the style of the Viscount's strategy, I'm sure he will back down. A dozen people followed Gerald. The commanding elite warrior is undoubtedly a threat to him. So no matter whether he decides to leave before, he will definitely leave after hearing the reply... When we enter the door, I am afraid that we will never see the hunter, nor the Viscount.

　　 "There will only be one person waiting for us-Gerald. But this is our chance."

　　 Annan crossed his hands and ten fingers on his lap, and replied calmly: "Very simple psychological analysis, just laughed."

　　 This is the common sense of planning.