The Righteous Player(s)

　　 "Thank you?"

　　Annan was a little surprised.

　　 He doesn't think he has done anything that needs to be thanked specially.

　　 And the coachman’s voice happened to penetrate the carriage at this time, and came in:

　　 "My lord, hello..."

　　 It was the voice of a middle-aged man. The voice sounded very strong and powerful, but the voice was very small: "My name is Rum Nottdamm, the tax officer of Roseburg."

　　 "In fact, before we fight Gerald, Alvin actually prepared three plans."

Salvatore explained to Annan: "If we defeat him... then it will be just like before and let Deputy Sheriff Ferdinand take you away. That is to suggest to you that the entire Roseburg police station All his people."

　　 "I can see this."

　　Annan nodded.

　　 Therefore, he will kill Ferdinand simply and neatly.

　　 Because of this, he needs to bring the body of the Viscount back to Roseburg...

　　He did it for these people.

　　 Salvatore continued: "But he is not a prophet. How can he know that we are the winner? So he actually prepared two plans...

"If the three of us die together, or the living people have lost consciousness, then he will dispatch an army and directly kill everyone else here. Then he will disguise some of them as robbers. Put the blame for the two of us who died here on them."

　　"—Although no one would believe it, as an excuse for delaying time, it is fully qualified."

　　Annan commented: "The old man is indeed a sufficiently cautious person...or, the experience of the elderly is still safe."

　　 He raised his head and asked Salvatore with interest: "So, what about the third plan?"

　　According to this statement, the third set of plans should be the end of Gerald's victory. That is the set related to this Mr. Nottdam...

　　 "If Gerald wins, Mr. Nottdamm will go over and show good wishes to Gerald."

　　 Salvatore replied.

The tax officer of the part-time coachman went on to say: "The Viscount asked me to tell Gerald how much we have in Roseburg. He also ordered me to put all the assets together and set the password that only I know. ,'But you don't need to tell Lord Gerald'."

　　Nottdamm said this, silent for a moment, and sighed softly.

"...But Master Viscount didn't know that my wife was once an apprentice of Zedi Black Tower. I know what an Iaper is, and I also know the existence of a transcendent. If Your Excellency Gerald is really an Iaper, then It makes no difference whether I tell him or not.

"And the transcendent is just a legend to ordinary people. In terms of evidence, I have gathered the entire Roseburg property, and I put them in a place that only I know... In the end, it is also in my hands. Lost on it.

"I guess, Master Viscount meant that he wanted me to take on this responsibility. I guess Master Viscount would not make up for the loss of such a large amount of property...I am afraid that the identity of the gentleman is not clean. He couldn't even be found, he had appeared in Roseburg."

　　—But I can't afford it at all.

　　Nottdam sighed deeply.

　　 There is no hatred in his tone, only weakness and confusion.

　　 For ordinary people, this can already be regarded as a middle-aged person in the upper class. While driving the car, he murmured: "I...I don't know, what can I do.

"I can't refuse Master Viscount's order-please forgive me, but Master Viscount is almost like a lord here with us. Against his wishes, there is only a dead end. But I don't want to and can't bear such a big responsibility... The loss of such a large amount of property, even if the Viscount Lord saved me from the death penalty and changed from'theft of a huge amount of property' to a'major work error', I would definitely be sent to mine.

"My wife is about to give birth, and the child may be born this month. I can't let my child be born without a father, nor can I let my wife raise my child alone. My job is as a tax officer, that is, to levy. The tax errand... you should know that this job is quite offensive, and it can be beaten. I usually offend a lot of people, but they all offend the Viscount!

　　 "If I were not in Roseburg... No, as long as I am no longer a tax officer, my wife and children will be in big trouble.

　　 "I have never done anything wrong. I am cautious, I do things steadily, my work ability is the strongest and the most obedient... But why am I..."

　　Notdamm whispered in a low voice.

　　 Annan quietly listened to the middle-aged man who was about to have a son, and muttered outside the car, venting his fear and weakness: "If not, if it weren't for the adults, you won in the end..."

　　 "That's it."

　　 Annan replied softly: "I can understand you completely."

　　His voice is gentle, and his tone is soft and soothing like a child.

"Mr. Notre Dame, you are indeed not wrong. You are a good person and an excellent tax officer-there is a saying that a tax officer who is not to hate is definitely not a good tax officer, let alone An honest tax officer."

　　 The carriage gallops. The wind howled.

　　 The evening breeze close to the early morning was wet and cold.

However, Annan’s words clearly fell in the ears of Tax Officer Nottdamm, warming his heart: “You look a little uncomfortable now. But it’s not your fault, it’s Alvin Barber’s order to hurt him. It’s you. I guess, when you interact with your brothers, do you behave boldly and cheerfully?"

　　 "...Yes, yes, my lord,"

　　Nottdamm hurriedly replied: "But I don't usually drink! I talk to them in small talk...but it is, as you said-‘outrageous and cheerful’."

　　 "I guess it is."

　　 Annan put his hands on his chest, fingers interlocked, and laughed softly: "Because your voice, sir, sounds pleasant.

　　 "Are there many children who like to find you?"

"Yes Yes…"

　　Nottdamm was gradually soothed, and he didn't feel so nervous anymore.

　　 Annan’s eyes seemed to penetrate the carriage, see through the human body, and look directly at the inner core of the human soul.

　　 and his tone is soft and tactful...

　　 A French sociologist once pointed out that effective communication between strangers can only account for about 5% of the total conversation between the two parties. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com's 5% of effective communication is mostly from the first impression of words, personality, and appearance.

　　 In other words, when two people who have never met for the first time communicate, only words that are gentle enough to warm people's hearts or harsh enough to make people fearful can enter each other's mind and be remembered.

　　 The remaining words are automatically filtered out by the brain.

　　 That's why Annan has always maintained this gentle and docile attitude.

　　 Based on his own high status and excellent appearance, this is enough to make his words burn marks in the hearts of anyone who comes into contact for the first time—

　　 "Nottdamm, please stand up your chest. Because you are not wrong... you have done everything you can do."

　　 Annan’s gentle voice is like a cure for the soul: "It’s wrong, it’s Alvin Barber."

　　 is enough to make a scar of a soul that will never be healed, and heal easily.

　　 And Annan can also help others and find out the people or things that really bother them.

　　 As long as Annan solves this problem...

　　 The other party will trust him, be loyal to him, and even fall in love with him.

　　 "But fortunately, Alvin Barber is dead."

　　Annan whispered: "I killed it—this secret. Please don't reveal it."

　　 "Yes, yes... I already know, thank you very much, thank you... I will definitely not say it, I can swear to the Silver Lord—"

　　 said the tax officer gratefully. He thanked Annan from the bottom of his heart.

　　—The common secret between the two is enough to make people a close alliance.

　　 Of course, the greatest thing is...

　　 Everything Annan said above is the truth.

　　 This is the art of manipulating the mind.