The Righteous Player(s)

Annan had conceived many times before, how he should return to the city.

He thought about asking the players to notify Maria so that his sister would fly out to pick him up; he also thought about sending a main mission to summon the players and asking them to bring materials that can be used to build the teleportation ritual; even he wanted to After that, I told Kafni and the others that they were safe, and then didn't go back for the time being-using the abduction as an excuse, I went around Noah a few times.

　　 But either way, Annan believes that he should be a leisurely winner when he goes back.

　　——He never expected that he would be "sent back" by a courier after being packaged by the tragedy writer.

　　The tragedy writer first ran to Noah's Palace and clarified the situation.

Then, under the testimony and surveillance of Sir Silver, who was smiling and silent, a simple altar terminal was constructed in Cavani’s room... Then he took Silver Sir back with him, and under Sir Silver’s witness, he regarded Annan as " "Sacrifice for the tragedy writer" was sent over.

　　Because tragedy writers do accept living creatures as sacrifices, and Silver Jazz usually does not accept sacrifices. If it is collected, it will only be a certain kind of contract-for example, a deed of land lease, so the sacrifice ceremony to the Silver Lord cannot be established.

But in order to prevent the tragedy writer from sending Annan to any strange place... Taking advantage of the trend, "helping Annan" turned into "kidnapping Annan", Sir Silver took a special trip and saw that after Annan was stuffed into the box, Became a "living sacrifice" and was teleported to Kafni's room.

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　　Annan felt the top of his head light up——

　　 When I opened the lid, I saw a large circle of people next to me.

　　 "...Is this some kind of new sentiment?"

Salvatore exclaimed: "Speaking of which, I have indeed seen similar fairy tales. Bundle yourself up, put it in a gift box, and secretly send it to your lover's house in this way...it's quite romantic. "

　　 "...Are all of your Noah's fairy tales so mature?"

　　 Annan squatting in the box said, "And is it really impossible to find such a big gift box?"

　　 "Are you talking about "Johnny and Cherie"? When I was a kid, I heard the nanny tell that story."

Kafney frowned: "But the version I heard here is that Cherie chopped herself up and made soup, and sent it to Jonny's room in batches by the hand of the maid. Then let Joe Ni smashed her bones together and resurrected her in the attic."

　　 "Hey, wait a minute..."

　　 It’s not just Annan who was stupid, and Maria next to him also felt uncomfortable: "Why do you want to do this? What is the relationship between the two of them?"

　　 "It's a lover relationship. I used to be a husband and wife. Of course, let me call it a liar."

　　Caphney explained: "Johnny and Cherie are a pair of childhood sweethearts and robber mage..."

　　 "The childhood sweetheart bandit mage is not bad, this element is quite complicated."

　　"——Annan, don't interrupt. Then, when they intercepted a nobleman, they found that he was a fiance who hadn't met the countess.

　　 "This countess is said to use distortion spells. She will kill a young girl every month to continue her youth..."

　　 "The version I heard here is that she would bathe in girl's blood."

　　 Salvatore added: "Of course, this is unreasonable. It is impossible to construct a ritual that can extend life with this method. But if it is a distortion of the spell, it is much more reasonable..."

"Hey Hey hey……"

　　 The expression of Annan squatting in the box became more complicated.

　　 Don't look for the rationality of fairy tales so seriously!

　　 But Maria listened very much.

"and after?"

　　 she asked.

　　Caphney tilted her head, recalling it for a while before repliing uncertainly: "I forgot the middle part. Probably I was planning to let Jonny replace the hapless little nobleman to meet the countess.

　　 "But he was fell in love with the countess at first sight, and he lived a very wealthy life after getting married."

　　 "Then he must be very handsome."

　　 Annan vomited: "It's really important to look good."

"But Cherie is not satisfied. Seeing that Jonny is living a good life, she wants to unite with Jonny and get her some money. When he escapes later, she can also save a little bit-the countess is richer than the merchants she goes with. too much.

"But when Jonny smuggled money, he was caught by the countess. She thought it was Jonny who was raising a mistress, so she killed another girl who had a good relationship with Jonny. After that, the countess didn't Allow any woman to enter her mansion and contact her husband."

　　 "Is this really a fairy tale for children..."

　　Annan once again raised the weak question.

　　Noah’s children...Is the fairy tales that I read when I was young, so pure?

　　 "What happened later?"

　　 Maria asked intently.

"Later, Jonny was scared," Salvatore spread his hands, "but he also missed Cherie very much. So he planned to mix Cherie with the gift of the Countess on the Holy Day in April. In the'gift tide', smuggled to the earl's mansion.

　　 "But I think this part is the weakest part of logic. If they want to steal the countess's money, there is no need for them to come in as a whole. It would be difficult to get out like this."

　　 "What I heard here is that Jonnie misses Cherie so much and must want to see her again. Cherie will transport herself in... That kind of resurrection spell is also a special ability between them."

　　 Kafney made a different part.

　　 Salvatore objected: "But there is no such simple resurrection spell."

　　 "Maybe there was before?"

"Impossible. If you want to use this method to resurrect, you must store your soul before you cut yourself open. Then the soul is transported in... But if it is a mansion covered by the magic of the edict school, even if it is the infiltration of the soul container. Will trigger an alarm..."

　　 Salvatore immediately put forward the irrationality of the fairy tale version of Kafni from academic methods and conducted a detailed analysis.

　　 "—Okay, Thrall."

"Senior Sister Vatore" angrily stretched out a hand from Salvatore's shoulder, covered his mouth, and made a low and hoarse voice: "No one here wants to know whether this spell is reasonable or unreasonable. ..."

　　 "This fairy tale is outrageous for children."

　　Annan couldn't help shaking his head again and again: "When you were a few years old, did you listen to this kind of corpse, cheating story? Oh, yes...this is the Holy Day in April, is this what happened in the United Kingdom?"

　　 He suddenly reacted.

　　Since April is the holy day of the New Year, this is not Noah’s story.

　　 Was it a short story in a magazine from a neighboring country...

　　 "And why don't you look nervous."

　　Annan was a little puzzled: "I thought you were going crazy. I was worried that Kafni and sister were going crazy, so I hurried back..."

　　 "Because the sage stone I gave you has a simple detection ritual."

Salvatore took away the arm of "Senior Vatore" and said with a grin: "When I was making this prop, I expected that you might be reluctant to use it, and ended up in a coma and don't know where... There is an effect specially hidden. When it is triggered by me, it can collect information around you.

　　 "I felt that you didn't panic at all, and even responded to the enemy in an orderly manner. I immediately mentioned it to the two Highnesses."

　　 He said casually.

　　 But Annan knows-this is Salvatore trusting Annan enough.

　　If Annan really didn't come back in the end~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Salvatore at the time would undoubtedly have to pay for his words.

　　 Salvatore must know too.

　　 But he still chose to believe in Annan. In other words, if Annan can't fight and unpredictable enemies... they may not be of much help. Then all he can do is not to add extra trouble to Annan.

　　 "You were just talking about "Joney and Cherie"?"

　　 After the sacrifice of Annan, the tragedy writer and Sir Silver, who seemed to have stopped talking for a while, just came back.

　　 Sophocles showed a slightly nasty smile as soon as he appeared: "This is not a fairy tale made up. It is a real story..."

　　 "...what do your followers do?"

　　 Annan asked reflexively.

　　 "How-"

　　 Sophocleston's eyes widened when he was innocent.

　　 He sighed as if he was a little bit distressed: "Your Majesty the crown block, do I actually have such an impression in your heart?"

　　 "Why did you start calling me your majesty crane..."

　　"—But," he turned around, "you are half right. Well, one third.

　　 "Behind this incident, there is no promotion by my believers. But this story can be passed down..."

　　 Sophocles said this with a cheerful smile: "I wrote the original version of "Johnny and Cherie."