The Righteous Player(s)

Nigel Elliott, now I believe this person is indeed his fan. Instead of coming to trouble people.

To be able to say such a thing-to be able to taste one's own clumsy and futile attempts in those paintings is absolutely impossible for those savages to do.

"Ah... it's rude."

Nigel wiped his eyes and nodded somewhat reservedly: "It's probably been a long time since I heard that kind of past... I'm sorry."

"No, it's me who should apologize."

The black-haired middle-aged man smiled cheerfully again: "I'm also sorry to say this kind of mising--however I think it should be after we got acquainted with each other, drinking and talking, crying and crying when we hug each other. The topic of laughter is the topic. But I think that only by mentioning this kind of thing can you believe that I am really your fan? Hahahaha..."

This is undoubtedly a slightly impolite response.

But it gave Nigel a step down, explaining for him why he was so nervous before.

——Because the middle-aged man has guessed it, Nigel had some kind of trouble before. So why did Nigel just be wary to the degree of impoliteness before? Nigel doesn't need to explain more about this...

"I'm really sorry, I ran into a little trouble before."

Nigel smiled awkwardly and bowed his head to express his apology: "I thought I was being chased up again..."

This is a bit stinging, but it makes the topic less awkward, so that it can be continued more easily.

He turned his head and glanced at the whispering Shisanxiang and Husky-his eyes rested on the robes of different colors on both of them.

Nigel took the initiative to change the previous topic and asked: "Speaking of which...what are you doing, what are you going to do with Noah?"

"Go to Zedi Black Tower."

The middle-aged man replied without shyness: "There are some things to deal with."

"...The words of Zedi Black Tower," Nigel said hesitantly, "It seems that something went wrong a few months ago."

"Ah, I know."

The middle-aged man smiled heartily: "I'm here to help deal with the subsequent effects of this matter."

"...Oh oh."

Nigelton nodded suddenly.

It should be a wizard from another place... There seems to be two wizard towers in the Principality of Winter.

"I really envy you..."

Nigel sighed: "Speaking of which, if I hadn't walked this way back then, I would probably become a wizard now."

"Oh?"

"My mother is a ritualist, and she has always hoped that I can enter Zedi Black Pagoda to learn transformation spells."

The middle-aged painter picked up the teacup, took a sip, and concealed it in front of his face.

His expression is a bit complicated.

After taking another sip of his tea, he sighed and said in a low voice, "But I'm not up for it. I would rather run away from home at the time and want to paint.

"Of course... I did not regret the choice that year. But sometimes, I also think-maybe learning spells and painting are not conflicting? If I chose to become a wizard that year, maybe I would have time Come to practice drawing..."

Nigel whispered, putting down the teacup.

The teacup was placed on the table, and it made a muffled sound like a bell.

He made a deep and clear voice: "But it really doesn't work.

"My talents are not enough, unlike those geniuses. If I don't push me to the point of desperation, maybe I will just give up this path..."

No, it will definitely give up this path.

It is precisely because he was still a teenager that he has no retreat... He really owes Zhiji too much, and he is really dissatisfied with the unhappy life at that time, so he will practice hard for 20 years... just to be able to one day, It is possible to pay back the support that Zhiji did not intend to return to him in the past.

Just to repay the favor.

If he can become a wizard, his life will most likely be less sleepy and less boring. There are so many things he can pursue... He may be happier, and he may become a winner in the eyes of others.

——But that is not the life he wants after all.

"I still want to paint more."

He whispered.

The middle-aged man said gently: "This may also be your luck."

"……what?"

"You should just know that there was something wrong with Zedi Black Tower. But I don't know what went wrong."

The middle-aged man with an amiable smile said seriously to the painter: "Just a few months ago, Zedi Hei Pagoda was attacked by an enemy of the golden rank. All the people in Zedi Hei Pagoda at the time-except for the owner of the Hugo Pagoda. Besides, none of the wizards survived."

"Ah, this..."

"In other words, fortunately you didn't enter the Zedi Black Tower. Otherwise, you might be dead now."

The middle-aged man spread out his thick and reliable hands and made a gentle voice: "This is [destiny]. Destiny is the rut of a sky-travel, once it has been done, it is definite.

"Don't think about the past."

"...That's true."

Nigel nodded.

"Right," the middle-aged man showed curiosity, "I remember that you have always lived in Noah? Some time ago, I just published a drawing of Zhiji... When are you here? winter?"

"Ah, there are some small jobs..."

When mentioned about this, the smile on Nigel's face suddenly became a little reluctant: "A friend before... someone dragged me over and asked me to help draw something."

"Did you encounter a contract dispute?"

The middle-aged man leaned forward slightly and said solemnly: "You tell me, I still have some business in Winter... Many people respect me. Even the Lord of the Tower, I can speak. "

"is it……"

Nigel hesitated a little, and said suspiciously.

"Yes. I can even meet with His Royal Highness Dmitry at any time."

The middle-aged man leaned back slightly and said sincerely.

Nigel's eyes lit up slightly: "Then you know the Temple of An Nan...no, Your Majesty Annan?"

"Of course, I have not known him for a year or two."

He didn't hesitate to say the truth that Nigel could not hear the true meaning: "I can go abroad at this tense time when I am on the order of the Grand Duke."

With that said, he took out his files and showed them to Nigel.

Nigel was a little relieved after seeing Annan's signature.

He glanced around, hesitated, but gritted his teeth and said in a low voice.

"If you know His Majesty Annan...When you return to the winter, you must make your Majesty pay special attention to the province of St. Felix."

"There is a tower of storms in the province of San Felix, so nothing can happen, right?"

"It's not easy for me to talk to His Majesty Annan...but I can mention it to you."

Nigel said earnestly: "I doubt it-I just doubt it, there is no evidence. But I always feel that there is something under [Furnace]. Not very good things."

"Lushan?"

The middle-aged man raised his brows: "Does it have anything to do with you suddenly running back to Noah?"

"It's like this. I haven't been here for long. There was an old friend who asked me to draw some'things that are difficult to describe in words'...It's under the furnace mountain."

"Did you see those things?"

"I saw it and drew it. It is indeed a very strange thing... It is really impossible to describe in words, but I think it should not be particularly dangerous."

He said seriously: "The place I think is wrong is not the crystal clusters under Furnace Mountain. It is the entire province of St. Felix... My friend, and the nobles I met, have changed their personalities. Must be special... gentle?"

"Isn't gentleness good?"

"Of course it's good. But those great nobles, will they really be so gentle to civilians like me?"

Nigel frowned: "That's why I said that this matter is not easy to say to His Majesty Annan. I actually know His Majesty Annan, and the Cold Wind Fortress and Frost Whisper Province are not far away. But I just didn't have any evidence, so I did it. It’s hard to mention this...If I think about it too much, I am afraid it will cause trouble to many people..."

"But if it is for me to tell, it's just ‘what I’ve heard that is possible’ and it reaches His Majesty Annan’s ears, and he won’t be particularly convinced by him, right."

The middle-aged man broke through Nigel's words: "Actually, you should have some evidence here-just who do you want to hand over to the Noah Kingdom?"

Hearing this, Nigel's complexion suddenly changed.

His face turned pale, and his whole person looked unusually anxious: "You are..."

"——What's wrong with me?"

A gentle and pleasant voice came from ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The middle-aged man turned into Annan with his legs cocked at some point.

Annan said with a smile, "I don't think it should be so troublesome... Although there are some things you don't want me to hear directly from you, since I have already heard them. Maybe our communication can be more direct?

"I didn't expect it. I just wanted to try my luck, but I was able to catch a big fish-I will ask directly, Mr. Nigel. May I ask who invited you to Winter and what did you do? ?

"What's under the furnace mountain? And...the nobleman over the province of St. Felix, what's wrong with it?"

Annan said leisurely: "Did you say it here first, or wait until Noah... Come with me to see Queen Caphni, and talk to her?"

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