After paying the entry fee for more than 20 people, Annan and his party entered Roseburg smoothly.
Of course, Salvatore must have paid for it. After Annan stared at senior Salvatore for a while, the senior retreated—apparently he was embarrassed to go out with such a young child and asked him to pay.
Annan has now seriously considered whether to hurry up and get some money. At least enough for daily expenses.
He always uses Salvatore as a winner, even if the other party doesn't mind, sooner or later his own performance will go wrong.
It's fine to say he's stingy.
How can there be such a poor nobleman who usually lives like this...
"Excuse me-"
Suddenly, Annan heard someone outside the carriage shouting, "Is that Master Geraint in the carriage?"
Who is it
Annan's heart moved, but he didn't speak.
He looked at Salvatore, and the other party understood, and raised his voice: "I am Salvatore Heita. Who are you?"
"I am the Bishop of the Silver Lord, Darryl. Dear Son of the Black Tower..."
The person outside the car said with a smile: "I think you may have heard of me."
"... I have indeed heard the name. He is the bishop of Roseburg, and he is said to be very capable."
Salvatore looked at Annan and asked in a low voice, "Go down and have a look?"
"You can go and have a look, maybe they are here to help us."
Annan said in a deep voice: "After all... this matter is related to that person."
Salvatore understood.
Annan glanced around and motioned the players to move closer to him.
In fact, Salvatore had already made an agreement with Annan that Annan would decide what to do after entering the city.
Reapers are experts at manipulating the mind. Even if they don't use spells, they are usually good at it.
After all, Salvatore has murderous intentions towards Gerald, and Gerald should also know about it... This means that he is likely to use Salvatore's killing intent heart, leading him to make mistakes.
And Annan didn't know Gerald at all. This means that he cannot be induced by the other party and can always remain calm—especially when the two disagree, Salvatore will start to reflect on whether he has been unknowingly affected.
This was the countermeasure that Annan and Salvatore discussed in the carriage while on the road.
Naturally, the whole process was live broadcasted in real time by Jiu'er who was staying beside Annan.
On the one hand, the players feel nervous and excited about the strength of the enemy they are about to encounter... On the other hand, they are also convinced of the conjecture that "Don Juan is the protagonist of this game".
Although the cover of this game is Don Juan, there are always exceptions.
For example, a certain Kanban girl has no sense of existence in the game...
But look, is it possible for ordinary people to be so smart when they are twelve or thirteen years old? When ordinary people are twelve or thirteen years old, do they behave so calmly and calmly
Annan's words of wisdom convinced the players to hold their thighs and wait for plot kills...
After all, they have come into contact with the extraordinary power of this world many times now. They have also realized that although they can easily defeat those private troops disguised as robbers, their combat effectiveness is almost nothing compared to those extraordinary people.
In their entire team, there were only two Transcendents.
—Then, I should have just come here to run a cutscene, fight miscellaneous things, and clear up mobs, right
In the end, there must be a series of CG cutscenes, young master Tang Juan and the senior with panda eyes show their supernatural power, right
The foot men thought very optimistically.
And Annan's ideas are completely different from those of the players.
He just said silently and coldly to the short girl beside him: "Protect me, Jiu'er—protect me with your life."
"I will! Uh...huh?"
Jiu'er responded briskly.
But she paused, and a look of surprise suddenly appeared in her eyes.
Without hesitation, she said extremely firmly and smoothly: "Please rest assured, young master. I will never let any attack approach you—"
… Whenever Salvatore saw this scene, he felt very incomprehensible.
How did Don Juan find such a group of loyal guards
But in fact, Annan just sent Jiu'er a temporary mission.
[Temporary mission: bodyguard]
[Mission requirements: In Fort Rose, always protect "Don Juan Geraint" and block any possible incoming arrows, spells, poisoned wine and daggers; before this mission fails, resurrection does not require any cost and ignores Number of resurrections per day]
[Special needs: The final rewards are issued based on the satisfaction of "Don Juan Geraint"]
Seeing the requirements of this mission, Jiu'er understood.
Flash the hook. She's good at this...
If she didn't feel that this would disturb the young master, she would definitely stick close to Annan's body, and after leaving the carriage, she would stretch out her arms and shout:
"Bron is here!"
Of course, when this task appeared, she immediately took a screenshot and posted it to the forum.
And especially Aite Lin Yiyi.
Considering his own impression in An Nan's mind, Jiu'er just smiled reservedly, then opened the car door graciously, and helped An Nan out of the car.
Seeing this scene, Salvatore, who got out of the car by himself, felt more complicated.
Especially after he saw other guards hearing this order, they cast envious, almost jealous eyes at Jiu'er instead, and he felt even more confused.
It's weird, these people are really weird...
Are the guards from the royal capital so good-looking, powerful in combat, and have such reliable loyalty
Are the rumors wrong
Don Juan Geraint is not Count Geraint's least favorite son, but his first heir
His eldest son is just a cover? A target to protect Don Juan from assassination
Salvatore could only think so.
Surrounded and protected by the players, Annan got out of the car, and Annan also saw the person who stopped the car.
It was a... a man who looked like a silver priest.
Bishop Darryl has a generous face, kind eyebrows and eyes, and big ears, which can be called fat head and big ears. His hair was completely shaved and he had a kind smile on his face all the time. Although he looks very old, his skin is still delicate, and his real age cannot be seen.
He was wearing the same white suit as Priest Louis. But the clothes worn by the bishop obviously endured the hardships that clothes of this size should not have endured—the white dress of the same style that looked extraordinarily slim and handsome on Priest Louis seemed to prove the excellent durability of the fabric on the bishop. The ability to bear is the same, but the fabric on the stomach is a little tight, as if bending over hard, the buttons will fly out directly.
And in his breast pocket was a silver pocket watch similar to that of Priest Louis. Unlike Priest Louis, his pocket watch was smaller and looked more like a silver coin.
But compared to the bishop's overly stalwart figure, what is more memorable at a glance is the two rows of golden teeth that he shows when he smiles.
Yes, he has a whole mouthful of gold teeth.
When you smile, you will shine a particularly bright light.
Annan was very envious.
"Salute to the silver coin, Bishop Darryl."
Annan and Salvatore respectfully paid tribute to the bishop.
The players behind him reacted half a beat slower, and followed Annan's actions to pay tribute to him.
Bishop Darryl just responded with a smile, took out the pocket watch, and snapped it open: "May you also be loved by Silver Jue today, lovely children..."
"I'm young, so I asked directly. You can't blame me."
Annan made full use of every advantage he had, and asked without shame: "You stopped us, do you have anything to say to me?"
"Yes, little sir."
Bishop Darryl said with a smile: "Count Geraint wrote to me in advance and asked me to take care of you."
"My father knew you?"
Annan asked in surprise, a little wary in his heart.
The bishop just waved his hands and said with a smile: "Actually, I didn't meet your father, but your grandfather.
"I am your grandfather's friend, young ser. If you want to, you should call me Grandpa."
The bald and fat bishop, who looked no more than forty or fifty years old, smiled like a Maitreya Buddha.
"So, Grandpa Darryl."
Although he felt that this aggressive person was taking advantage of him, Annan didn't hesitate at all, and shouted without hesitation, and by the way, straightforwardly returned to the previous topic: "What's the matter with you looking for me?"
"A suggestion. For the son of the old man."
The smile on Bishop Darryl's face was slightly restrained, and his tone became more formal: "Alvin Barber will invite you to a banquet later... I personally advise you not to go.
"It's not your hate. It's neither."
His voice fell, and the dazzling lightning fell.
Annan blinked, and the fat bishop had disappeared.
Until then, he suddenly felt a cool wind blowing on his chest.
The thunder that suddenly sounded in the distance rolled like a wheel. Passers-by around screamed and stepped a little faster, preparing to go home to avoid the rain.
Annan suddenly realized—
After this strange fat man appeared.
No one passed by on the street at all, and he didn't feel the cool wind before the heavy rain at all.
Annan looked up and saw that the sky was gloomy and dark clouds were overwhelming the city.
The wind is getting stronger.