"It's already six o'clock in the morning..."
Annan looked at the sky outside, lost in thought.
He hasn't stayed up late for a long, long time, let alone this kind of sleepless night.
It hurts the body.
Moreover, at this time, Annan suddenly discovered a terrible place.
— That is, he doesn't feel tired at all now.
Although he stayed up all night watching the live broadcast, he is still in good condition. He didn't feel sleepy, and he didn't have that abnormal excitement after staying up all night, as if he was sleeping normally and waking up normally.
This is actually somewhat dangerous.
Because this means that Annan's current body no longer warns him.
Could this be the legend that cultivating immortals is harmful to your health... so it is recommended not to sleep
"Let's wait for Salvatore."
He sighed, put on his clothes, got up and did a soft exercise, which relieved his stiff body after lying in bed all night.
The Viscount's bed was indeed very comfortable.
But he was still a little uncomfortable after lying down all night.
It was only six in the morning and Salvatore had just slept for three hours.
Knowing that this poor senior can only sleep six hours a day, it would be too inhumane if Annan disturbed his sleep again...
And this is not where he usually lives. After three o'clock in the morning, it is not certain whether he can fall asleep immediately.
— This is all to prevent the rare Kaizi from dying suddenly at a young age.
Annan convinced himself so in his heart.
Fortunately, his two functions of "moral sense" and "common sense" are still functioning normally.
Otherwise, with his bad taste, it is very likely that he can't help but do some wicked things for his own pleasure...
"...Why don't we go have breakfast first."
After twenty minutes of soft exercises, Annan exhaled.
Seniors don't get up until nine o'clock.
Not waiting for him to go out.
There was a knock on the door of the Viscount Mansion.
… who
"It's only half past six in the morning."
Annan frowned slightly and opened the door.
Standing at the door with a smile was a bald priest with kind eyebrows, a generous face, and big ears.
Seeing that Annan opened the door by himself, he immediately smiled, showing two rows of golden teeth, took out his pocket watch exaggeratedly, and bowed to Annan: "Good morning, our just and upright lord, I hope that you will also be here today." Loved by Yin Jue.
"I was so glad to see you were the one to open the door."
... It's Bishop Daliyuan.
Annan suddenly realized.
Bah, no...it's Bishop Darryl.
He hadn't forgotten the big, round gold tooth.
The man looked divine, as if he knew a lot.
In particular, he initially claimed to know the old man of the Geraint family, and he also knew the current head of the family. But he did not recognize that Annan was not Don Juan Geraint at all...
Or it could be that he recognized it but didn't say so.
Because he finally persuaded Annan, "This is not your hatred, neither is it."
Annan knew he was right.
Whether it was Gerald or Viscount Barbour, the target was "Don Juan Geraint", not "Annan Coldwinter".
The same is true.
After he reveals his true identity, they all temporarily abandon their hostility.
"Hats off to the silver coin... Grandpa Darryl."
Annan hesitated for a while, but chose a more intimate address, and returned the salute to the bishop.
"You came to see me, what's the matter?"
Annan's tone was soft and humble, but crisp and clear without timid hesitation: "If I can help, please just say so."
"Oh, no, no, no... I'm sure I don't need to trouble you, my dear little sergeant."
Bishop Darryl just said with a smile: "I just came to you in advance to ventilate and ask... How do you plan to disclose that matter to them today?"
The bald and fat bishop didn't mention "they".
But Annan understood.
What he was talking about must be the group of people who were bewitched and controlled by the Viscount.
As Bishop Darryl, as the speaker of Sir Roseburg Silver, it is completely normal operation to come here to communicate with Annan in advance.
He and Annan are the supreme rulers of Roseburg, and even the entire North Sea Territory. If the two of them disagreed in public, it would be tantamount to disclosing the fact that "Roseburg's rule is not stable", which may make the people below disagree, and all kinds of clowns will come out.
But Annan always felt...
Bishop Darryl didn't come just for this matter.
Annan was silent for a while, and then responded:
"I don't know very well, what are you talking about?"
He was tactfully asking Bishop Darryl—what do you plan to do with it.
Bishop Darryl said with a smile: "Of course, our Lord Viscount was attacked and killed by heretics."
... can this be done
Annan was a little surprised.
no doubt.
This is Bishop Darryl's choice of a more favorable approach to Annan.
It means that he—and the entire Yinjue Church have endorsed Annan's right to rule.
"... is there anything I need to do?"
Annan asked tentatively.
Seeing this, Bishop Darryl couldn't help laughing.
"It's good to talk to smart people."
He smiled and said, "You are a bit like your grandfather."
... whose grandfather? Can you make it clear
Annan muttered in his heart.
But he couldn't speak out, he could only nod humbly, and let out a cold and immature voice: "Thank you for your praise."
The bishop just smiled meaningfully and didn't say much.
"By the way, Grandpa Daryl."
Annan suddenly asked, "Do you know the ... at the beginning of every nightmare?"
As priests, the vanguard of purifying nightmares, they should know more about nightmares than ordinary transcendents.
Sure enough, Bishop Darryl thought for a while and knew what Annan was talking about: "Did you say that whisper?"
"Yes."
Annan nodded.
Bishop Darryl said with a smile: "Well, this is what we generally call 'proverbs'. If you want to talk about principles and exceptions, it's very complicated... You only need to know at the application level, in most cases , 'Proverbs' will not lie to you.
"It will always reveal the core rules of every nightmare. But remember not to be misled. After all, there is only one sentence in the motto, and it is normal to be misunderstood.
"...like a prophecy."
At the end of his speech, he sighed lightly.
Annan was keenly aware of something. But there were too few things, and he couldn't confirm it.
Bishop Darryl seemed to have thought of something, and asked Annan, "Do you want to ask me what kind of nightmare Gerald hatched?"
"It would be great if you could tell me."
Annan nodded and said seriously.
Looking at Annan's ice-blue pupils, Bishop Darryl was momentarily absent-minded.
Seeing this, Annan was thoughtful.
The bishop was silent for a while, and suddenly showed that harmless smile: "No problem, I have completed a purification... This nightmare is slightly more difficult, but it is completely the type you can handle.
"Do you want the key?"
"...if you will."
Annan nodded.
I secretly wrote down the term "key" in my heart.
Bishop Darryl seemed to have been prepared, and took out a hard object wrapped in layers of cloth from his waist.
Annan reached out to feel it, and quickly realized that it appeared to be a broken bone.
"It touches the skin for more than thirteen seconds, and it can enter a nightmare."
Bishop Darryl looked serious: "Although it's not too difficult for you, if possible, it's best to enter after midnight."
"—Wait a minute, Grandpa Daryl."
Annan suddenly said: "If I enter a nightmare now... in three hours, can you wake me up
"There are not many people I can trust here. I am afraid that you are the only one who can be completely trusted, except Salvatore."
Hearing this, Bishop Darryl was a little stunned.
Of course he knew what that meant...
After Annan entered the nightmare, the body was completely helpless to stay outside. If Bishop Darryl chose to kidnap him or kill him directly at this time, Annan would not be able to resist.
This is without a doubt a gamble.
Gamble your life on the trust of others.
… But what was Annan betting on
Bishop Darryl hesitated.
"... I don't suggest you do this, it would be too dangerous for you."
He became serious rarely, and reprimanded Annan: "When you enter a nightmare, you can't even let outsiders know about it. Let alone let others take care of your body, especially those who can't be trusted... This is tantamount to exposing yourself Defects."
"—Then can I trust you?"
Annan looked at Bishop Daryl with pure and clear eyes: "Can you wake me up?"
Looking at his icy blue pupils, Bishop Darryl was in a daze again.
He was silent for a while, then sighed helplessly.
"Then go to sleep... I'll wake you up in three hours."
He walked in, closed the door and locked it.
... Sure enough.
Annan roughly understood what was going on, and was completely relieved.
Although many times, his behavior looks like a fanatic at the gambling table.
But in fact, he has already made a move in secret.
—Although Annan asked Bishop Daryl such a question before, it does not mean that Annan has completely believed him.
Although with the strength of the bishop, if it is really against Annan, Annan will not have the strength to fight back.
But if the bishop's reaction was not right at all, Annan would immediately add, "Oh, I was joking." This won't make his impression points deducted too much, and it can test the bishop's bottom line for himself.
This is not a gamble, but a bluff. It was just an accidental discovery that the other party had no defense, so it suddenly turned false into reality.
But now Annan accidentally tried something else.
He was even more convinced now.
Bishop Daryl really knew Annan.
And he should also know someone from Annan's family, and he is quite familiar with him...
"After you entered this nightmare," Bishop Darryl added suddenly, "if you meet acquaintances...don't be too nervous, but don't be too hesitant either.
"Always remember that this is just a shadow of history. You can't change anything, and they are just illusions—kill what you should, don't soften your heart, and don't trust people you shouldn't."
… wait, what does this mean
Annan was stunned suddenly.
Listen to the meaning of this bald head.
Could it be that Gerald's nightmare, his deepest obsession and resentment, were not the incident in which Annan and Salvatore killed him suddenly