It started to rain.
The raindrops were heavy and heavy. But also very sparse.
Judging from the actions of passers-by to avoid the rain, it seems that the raindrops have been falling for a while...
But Annan and his party were unaware of this.
It's like they just entered another world before...
"Is it a hallucination?"
Salvatore put his hand on Annan's shoulder and asked in a low voice, "Is... that person?"
He already had some confidence in Annan's wisdom.
"...not like."
Annan said slowly.
Because it makes no sense.
If Gerald could easily create a ward that would keep passers-by from the wind and rain, and remain undetected by anyone—even the Dark Tower's Chief Graduate wouldn't realize it.
Then, he could easily separate and kill the two of them. If the gap in strength is so large, strategy and vigilance will be meaningless.
"What do you know about this man?"
Annan asked suddenly.
"You mean Bishop Darryl?"
Salvatore shook his head: "I've only heard of the name. And this name doesn't seem to be a common name in the kingdom, and it doesn't even have a surname. I didn't see this name in the previous newspapers either.
"But the news from the Black Tower confirms that he is indeed the bishop guarding Roseburg... So, I suspect that this may be a fake name."
"Can bishops still use pseudonyms?"
"Rarely, but there are."
Salvatore replied affirmatively: "Because there are some 'names', already dead...
"I think you can understand what I mean."
"That's it."
Annan nodded slowly.
The "name" is dead... that is to say, the person's true identity is already dead in most people's eyes.
So, to use a pseudonym
"You, hello... Your Excellency!"
At this moment, Annan suddenly heard a thin young boy's voice: "Excuse me, is this Master Don Juan Geraint?"
Annan turned around and found that it was a thin boy with some freckles on his face. He looked to be at most sixteen or seventeen years old. The moment he met Annan's ice-blue pupils, there was a look of amazement in his eyes—but soon, that focus was overwhelmed by fear and timidity.
"it's me."
Annan replied flatly, "What's the matter?"
His voice is immature, calm and melodious, like clear lake water. Even if there are many players between the opponent and him, it can be clearly transmitted to the opponent's ears.
"It's your invitation!"
The young man didn't dare to look up at Annan, but blushed, and said with more difficulty: "It's an invitation from Lord Barber! He invited you to come over immediately, and prepared a welcome dinner for you..."
He said, and handed over the invitation.
The first player reached out to accept the invitation, took a photo and passed it to the next person.
The next person looked good, and took a photo with the invitation before passing it on to the next person.
Salvatore watched everyone in the group shake the invitation in their ears, and then solemnly handed it over to the next person, feeling a little dazed.
He, what are they doing...
Is this some kind of etiquette of the people of the capital...
He reached out to accept the invitation, then subconsciously imitated the movements of the players, shook it in his ear, and handed it to Annan.
"... puff."
Salvatore faintly heard a faint laugh.
He was instantly annoyed.
Is the action not standard? Ah, yes, I can't let go of my movements, I don't dare to raise my hand...
"...Actually, you don't have to do this."
Seeing Salvatore's embarrassed look, Annan couldn't help persuading him in a low voice, reached out to take the invitation and opened it.
Salvatore just nodded without saying anything.
But he couldn't help criticizing his subconscious timidity in his heart.
No, actually this one is very simple. Just can't let go. Is it because I was born in the countryside, so I am afraid...
This problem must be overcome.
The identities of these guards were lower than his own, and he was a little nervous and a little afraid. When he meets a wizard from the royal capital in the future, how will he have a normal conversation with him
Fortunately, Salvatore has made full use of his excellent memory to deeply engrave this etiquette in his brain—in fact, he has been constantly remembering the strange behavior of Annan and his entourage these days , and write them all down silently.
At the same time, he also deeply felt the cultural differences between small places like Frozen Water Port and Marshland, and the bustling royal capital—
"Only three people?"
Annan shook the invitation card in his hand, and asked softly, "Do you know what is written on it?"
His pair of ice-blue pupils quietly watched the boy who came to deliver the letter, but he lowered his head in fear.
"Yes... the Lord Viscount specifically instructed-"
"I think, with such a big Viscount's mansion, it shouldn't be too poor to accommodate my guards, right?"
Annan interrupted the other party's words: "All of us will be there. Just answer like this—you can go."
"… yes."
The young man didn't dare to say anything, he just bowed to Annan in embarrassment and left in a hurry.
Annan looked deeply at his back, and beckoned Salvatore and Jiu'er to get back into the car.
Salvatore couldn't help asking: "Are we really going? Didn't Bishop Daryl..."
"It's going to rain heavily," Annan replied, "We need to find a place to shelter from the rain. I don't think the Viscount's Mansion will leak."
"No, I mean—"
"three people."
Annan interrupted Salvatore again and reminded.
Salvatore was slightly taken aback when he heard this.
What did he realize.
He frowned, and said with some uncertainty: "But we are two people..."
"That would be too deliberate."
Annan replied: "Because we have two superhumans. If he directly said that only the two of us are allowed to enter, it means that he has shown us his card—only superhumans are allowed to enter. Such a condition is too easy to think of."
The black-haired and blue-eyed boy looked at Salvatore and asked seriously: "The question now is, senior... how did he know that there are two extraordinary people among us?"
"This is easy to detect."
Salvatore quickly replied: "The hunter family can do it."
"hunter?"
"Well, curse hunters. A relatively rare profession... They can delineate their own 'hunting grounds', monitor the existence of curses and locate each other's location. As for supernatural beings and nightmares, they are both aggregates of curses... unless there are people who hide curses Spells or abilities, otherwise within the scope of the hunter's hunting ground, all transcendents will be unobstructed."
Salvatore frowned slightly, and warned: "The entrances of underground passages in various countries will be guarded by hunters of the golden rank. Many grand ceremonies will also be guarded by hunters. Extraordinary people who live in big cities will also be guarded by hunters from time to time. He was approached to question his identity...
"Viscount Barbour is a very old nobleman. It's not surprising that he can recruit hunters. But it should be noted that the superhumans hunted by hunters can become their new spells through rituals. They can also get some abilities.
"Instead of destroying the opponent's carrying object and obtaining part of the opponent's ability through the traditional way of inheriting the opponent's curse... but directly creating a new curse. Convert the opponent's curse carrying object into a temporary curse object, bypassing the opponent's curse To use the opponent's ability.
"Generally speaking, the new curse established by the hunter class is that you can't kill other people by killing this extraordinary person. Therefore, the higher the hunter, the more limited the way of fighting... But it is usually incredible as powerful."
"So we're being targeted by hunters?"
Annan laughed instead.
The speculation in his mind became more and more certain.
First of all, this must be a Hongmen Banquet.
Because the face between them has basically been torn apart. If the Viscount was with Gerald, he needn't have done it.
In the common sense of ordinary supernatural beings, the combination of a hunter and a wizard must be far greater than the cooperation of two young wizards. And one of them is still a transforming wizard, with no ability to survive. This is still the case that the viscount has not recruited any other extraordinary people, and he has already taken the overall advantage.
After all, as Salvatore said... the ability of a wizard is closely related to age to a large extent. The older the wizard, the more powerful the spell.
It is impossible for the other party to know that Annan has four times the mana of an ordinary wizard. In other words, when he estimated Annan's actual combat power, he would definitely underestimate him.
But now that he came here specially to let Annan bring only one or two people in, this would make Annan, who was already very vigilant, decisively refuse to participate in the banquet.
After all, this is tantamount to exposing the truth that there is a "hunter" who is likely to help the other party. Turn this hunter from darkness to light.
You know, that guy didn't even dare to send a large army to intercept and kill Annan in the middle of the road-that is the real way to ensure that Annan is killed, and even Annan himself doesn't know how to deal with it. Can only be ready to escape at any time.
But as soon as Annan entered the city, the Viscount planned to make trouble. But he still didn't dare to send troops, but tried to assassinate or poison himself at the banquet...
In other words, the Viscount actually didn't take Annan seriously at all... He didn't fight him as an equal enemy, but an enemy who could be easily killed by conspiracy.
Annan sneered.
But it also makes sense. His age is the best disguise... Especially for an old man like Lord Viscount, he will undoubtedly despise Annan's youth even more than ordinary people.
Because his only advantage is "experience". This is the advantage he relies on to maintain his dignity and prove his wisdom, and he will not discard this advantage.
Therefore, he will definitely design a conspiracy out of "experience advantage". And he would never overestimate Annan's wisdom... He might think that Salvatore is the leader of the team.
"...that's it. So, senior."
Annan calmly analyzed: "The question is, what would you do if you were the leader? I mean, if you didn't meet Bishop Darryl."
"I'm still going to the party."
Salvatore thought for a while, then replied softly: "Because in front of Gerald, numbers are our disadvantage.
"He can control many people. The more guards you have, the greater the danger for us. So if the three of us go in, it will be convenient for us to fight."
"-That's the problem."
Annan said: "There is no doubt that the Viscount must also know about this. He also knows that our numbers are a huge disadvantage in front of Gerald.
"So, they exposed one thing."
"...the two of them are not in the same group?"
Salvatore shrank his pupils and blurted out.
"That's why I asked the messenger to go back and inform the Viscount that I must bring someone in," Annan added calmly, "From the viscount's strategy style, I'm sure he will back down. More than a dozen people listened to Gerald The elite soldiers commanded are undoubtedly a threat to him. So no matter whether he decided to leave before, he will definitely leave after hearing the reply... After we enter the door, I'm afraid we won't see the hunter or the Viscount at all.
"There's only one guy waiting for us - Gerald. But that's our chance."
Annan crossed his hands and put his fingers on his knees, and calmly replied: "It's a very simple psychological analysis, I'm laughing at you."
This is common sense in planning.