The Righteous Player(s)

　　 The rain is getting smaller.

　　 And the wind is strong—

　　 After Gerald’s corpse turned into a nightmare, an inexplicable gale blew past, making Annan’s rain-soaked hair a little messy.

　　 He squinted his eyes, reached out and slowly pressed his hair back down.

　　Although Annan felt that it might be cool to suddenly pull his hair back into a big back at this time...but obviously it is not the time to "stand on top of me".

"what's happenin?"

　　 There was a sudden pause in his movement, and he could vaguely hear the noise coming from outside the human wall.

　　 Annan raised his voice and asked, "Such rain...who is coming?"

　　 At the same time, he patted Salvatore on the shoulder and motioned to him with his eyes.

　　 Salvatore is obviously not a fool.

　　 The young wizard with short brown hair and heavy bags under his eyes quickly reacted. He picked up the ordinary-looking hammer two steps forward and put it in his pocket quietly.

　　 Loud noises soon came from outside the crowd, accompanied by chaotic footsteps and bright yellow lights, gathering from all directions.

　　 "Is Lord Gerant still inside?"

　　 Someone shouted outside: "Is he trapped!"

　　 That was a man dressed in leather armor, tall and tall, with several medals on his chest. He looks about forty years old, his temples are still a little gray, and some wrinkles can be seen in the corners of his eyes, but his spirit is still very good.

　　 There is a huge-looking pistol pinned to his waist, and a stainless steel long sword is hung on the other side—this strange weapon configuration obviously attracts the players' ideas.

　　 Behind him is a row of young people dressed up as security guards. They carried strange-shaped oil lamps in their hands, which looked like vertical barrel-shaped lanterns, but the flames in them were green, and the light of the flames was reflected through the tissue paper and turned into a warm yellow.

　　 "No, we are..."

"Yes, we are…"

　　 "Hello, here..."

　　 The players don’t know how to deal with it. Several people talk to the person at the same time, but they are in a mess. But more people were subconsciously unwilling to let the door open, so when they squeezed in, they turned back without fear. All of a sudden, the narrow doorway became a mess.

　　 At this moment, Annan’s voice came from inside, clear, immature, but unabated:

　　 "I am Don Juan Gerante. Who are you?"

　　Annan added: "Let them in."

　　 The human wall built by the players did not hesitate to disperse to both sides without hesitation. The players who had talked with the middle-aged man before, also left him without hesitation.

　　 The prohibition of such orders obviously made the middle-aged men and the police officers behind him stunned.

　　 And when he saw Annan’s face, he couldn’t help being shocked for a moment—

　　 Only because of Annan’s rain-wet eyelashes, coupled with his ice-blue pupils, made him feel closer to inorganic matter. It's like a doll with two jeweled eyes...it gives people the illusion of feeling cold, alienated, and faint.

　　 But this is obviously an illusion.

　　 A middle-aged man only needs to judge Annan’s subtle expression, gaze, and body language to roughly judge that he is a strong and gentle person who follows order but is not timid and fearful.

　　 This is his many years of experience in solving cases.

　　 He quickly reacted, saluted Annan's standard, and said respectfully:

　　 "Hello, Lord Lord. My name is Ferdinand, and I am the Deputy Chief of Police in Roseburg."

　　 "Do you now know that I am your lord?"

　　 Annan chuckled, "But when I entered the city, you didn't say that."

　　When he entered Roseburg before, he also tried to show his noble token to prove that this was the lord’s convoy. But the young guards guarding the city gate only admitted the first half-they did respectfully **** Annan and his party to the street with the standard of entertaining nobles, but they didn't recognize Annan as their lord.

　　 Inquired about Roseburg’s internal situation and did not answer, and even collected city fees from Annan in accordance with ordinary noble standards.

　　 When Salvatore scolded him, the man was confused and affirmative and said, "I have never heard of a lord coming", "No one knows about this" and the like.

　　 After that, Annan quickly stopped Salvatore who wanted to get angry, and paid for the city in a gentle manner.

　　 Of course, Annan, who was denied his identity, was gentle... and Salvatore seemed to have nothing to do with the matter, but the two things that he wanted to get angry did not conflict.

　　 After all, the entrance fee is also paid by Kaizisar.

　　 And Annan could tell that that person really didn't know about it.

　　 He should be a target pushed out by the Viscount. If Annan gets angry on him, he will be fooled.

　　 And the deputy police chief Ferdinand was so accountable by Annan, there was no unexpected look.

　　 Obviously, he also came prepared.

　　 As soon as Annan’s voice fell, the police chief Ferdinand responded immediately: "I’m very sorry, Lord Lord. Today is a newcomer guarding the city gate..."

　　I don't know why, when I heard this, several players around couldn't help laughing. This made Chief Ferdinand's heart sink.

　　 But he quickly adjusted back, and added without changing his face:

"...The child's father was sacrificed in the war before, so everyone was too accommodating to him, and he developed a habit of laziness. But my lord, I assure you that his heart must be good... by no means intention I'm sorry for you. And I brought all the entrance fee you paid. If you want it now, we can pay you back right away—"

interesting.

　　Annan raised his brows slightly.

　　 If the uncle came up and threw the pot on the young doorman, Annan would have the opportunity to get angry and turn accountability on them. But Ferdinand came up to play the emotional card, and also hinted that the battlefield origin of the Count Barbara, the unity, stability and harmony within Roseburg, on the contrary, left Annan nowhere to start for a while.

　　 However, if this is the plan laid down by Count Barbara, then he would not be underestimated by Annan. UU reading www.uukanshu.com is at least regarded as an adult aristocrat who can understand people... In terms of his degree of pride, this is already regarded as a lot of respect for Annan.

　　 So Annan was also clever and didn't succeed.

　　 He just asked with a faint smile, "I think you guys should be here to put out the fire?

　　 "I didn't expect that the firefighting efficiency of the security guard in Roseburg was so timely-then you can go in and put out the fire, it will not be good for the fire to spread."

　　Annan put his hands behind her back, making a clear and melodious voice.

　　 Seeing Annan so calm, Ferdinand also had a headache.

　　 The one who said that the more troublesome person is Salvatore...

　　 This little lord is so troublesome, how shrewd that Salvatore is...Should I say that he is the son of the Black Tower?

　　 Ferdinand pondered for a long time, but still decided to be safe, not to follow Annan's rhythm, but to act according to the script he got at the beginning:

　　 "You go in and help put out the fire!"

　　 Deputy Sheriff Ferdinand shouted and ordered.

　　 The police officers behind him responded and rushed in... and started tentative fire fighting.

　　 Where can the black fire be extinguished by water? But when they came here, they couldn't do nothing.

　　 Even if you get busy, it's good to be a background board. It’s better than following behind Ferdinand and poking there as a street light...

　　 After the police officers left, the lights near the door soon dimmed.

　　In the darkness, the middle-aged deputy sheriff leaned in Annan’s ear, and whispered to him: "My Lord Viscount, I want to thank you."

　　 "He said...Thanks to you, he was free from the mind control of that despicable dark wizard."

　　 Ferdinand said without changing his face.