"I think you'll have some bad thoughts about our Rosburg, but what I want to say is that those are misunderstandings."
Ferdinand said solemnly, "In fact, the Viscount was controlled by this dangerous and evil black wizard a month ago. It wasn't until you killed him heroically that the Viscount was able to be freed.
"Whether it was recruiting mercenaries to plunder Frozen Water Port, or trying to attack you with black fire. There is no doubt that this is what this wanted man did!"
The man reprimanded righteously.
Yes, yes, the viscount directly summoned you to the manor in the suburbs after waking up, and then you brought these police officers back with the once-in-a-lifetime teleportation ability, I understand everything...
Annan just nodded, and motioned him gently to continue his performance:
"You think, my lord...I'm not saying that Freezing Water Harbor is too poor, but Lord Viscount, he controls the entire Fort Rose. There is no need for him to plunder Freezing Water Harbor...you think so?"
Ferdinand looked distressed, and said in a very serious whisper: "As for the black fire - that's even more. Who doesn't know that black fire is an absolute contraband? Not to mention that the viscount used to fight on the battlefield past...
"And Lord Geralt, you may not know... Viscount Barber has a very good relationship with your grandfather. They are close friends who went to battle together and even saved each other's lives. He is like you to you It is impossible for your biological grandfather to try to murder you."
—You scold again
Tell me clearly, who is my grandfather
The smile on Annan's face became more gentle.
The players on the side heard Ferdinand's explanation, but many people began to hesitate and bewildered, unable to make up their minds.
They felt that what Ferdinand said seemed to make sense...
"Then I probably know."
Annan's performance was very peaceful.
He just chuckled, squinted his eyes and said gently: "That is to say, what Lord Viscount means is that if we don't care about the past, we will unite together and be our good neighbors... I can still be your lord, right? "
"exactly."
Although Ferdinand felt that Annan's words were a bit sharp, he seemed to hear a little softness from them, and couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief.
It doesn't matter if you are ridiculed or say two strange words that are neither yin nor yang.
As long as things can be done well.
Thank goodness... Although the lord is very young, he can still understand all kinds of subtext.
Viscount Barbour's attitude was very clear. That’s what I said here, I don’t care whether you believe it or not, but you “can believe it is true”, and because of this, all the previous unpleasantness can be ignored.
Annan couldn't help laughing, squinting his eyes like a cat.
He felt a steady flow of pleasure welling up from the bottom of his heart—
So, humans are really interesting.
... Where did his almost arrogant self-confidence come from
"It seems that this is the only way I can choose, Mr. Ferdinand."
Annan responded politely, the smile on his face became softer and more friendly, which made people feel good at first glance: "If I don't accept the kindness of Lord Viscount, it would be too uninteresting..."
"Where is it? No, Lord Viscount is a very kind person."
Ferdinand just smiled friendly, taking Annan's words just now as a child's angry words.
Not mature enough after all...
Seeing Annan stretching out his hand to him, Ferdinand quickly bowed in response and held Annan's hand. His brown hands, covered with cracks and calluses, seemed to be able to crush Annan's wrist in one fell swoop.
"However..."
Annan's voice suddenly lowered a bit.
Ferdinand didn't hear it clearly, and repeated in a daze: "What?"
"—I just happen to be a less savvy person."
Annan's voice suddenly became cold.
Although I don't know whether normal people should be angry at this time, Annan thinks that at this time, it is appropriate to be strong.
He opened his eyes at once, and there was no smile in the ice blue pupils:
"So, I refuse."
The terrifying sense of crisis erupted instantly!
Ferdinand suddenly shuddered and screamed.
He tried to pull his hand away from Annan's hand—although there was a sense of imbalance in such a narrative, but Annan's slender and soft hand was like a vise, tightly locking Deputy Sheriff Ferdinand's wrist !
The next moment, the indescribably cold breath eroded away from Annan's palm, and a thin layer of frost formed on Ferdinand's arm in the blink of an eye.
His two arms immediately lost consciousness!
Annan didn't feel guilty about his surprise attack.
In view of Ferdinand's status as a deputy sheriff, Annan did not have the slightest idea of testing his marksmanship or swordsmanship.
Even in the face of such an ordinary person who has not entered the ranks, Annan was cautious and directly attacked.
At the moment Ferdinand was frozen, his hand gracefully passed over the satchel, and a boning knife shining with cold light flew into his palm.
Then Annan stepped forward, a circle of scarlet knife light burst out in his hand—
In the blink of an eye, the head of Deputy Sheriff Ferdinand was cut off by Annan in a single encounter!
"Do it!"
Annan raised his voice and ordered.
The players who were chatting friendly with the Roseburg police officers who were symbolically fighting the fire before changed their faces instantly.
They quickly realized what had happened—
But they didn't ask about Annan's sudden decision at all, didn't bargain, didn't have the slightest doubt, and didn't even hesitate when executing the order.
The moment they heard the order, they drew their weapons.
Like the most elite mercenary, and like a ruthless killer, he launched an extremely violent attack on the security guards who were still chatting before!
The security guards, all armed with guns and swords, were caught off guard, and more than half of them were killed by direct sneak attacks by the players, and the number of deaths continued to increase.
But a gunman disguised as a police officer took out his gun without hesitation and aimed at Annan!
A player next to him noticed his presence, but couldn't stop him. He could only throw his weapon towards the gunman, directly piercing his head!
But the gunman pulled the trigger before he died!
"careful!"
Jiu'er's shout came.
The next moment, she rushed from the side without hesitation, slammed into Annan's arms, and pushed Annan away vigorously.
A cloud of blood suddenly burst out from her back.
A buckshot shot into her lungs with great precision—or rather coincidence.
If she hadn't pushed Annan away, the shot should have hit Annan right in the heart.
Jiu'er coughed up blood, and saw that her health dropped by four-fifths instantly... But before she fell to her knees and fell into a dying state, Annan directly helped her up.
"Jiuer! Jiuer! Are you okay!"
Annan frowned tightly, and shook the wine twice violently with an anxious expression on her face, successfully shaking off her remaining health.
Jiu'er coughed up a mouthful of blood on the spot, died on the spot, and refreshed on the spot.
She opened her eyes again and saw that her health had recovered to 100%. The lead bullet in his lungs had also disappeared.
But when Jiu'er saw the anger and worry hidden in Annan's eyes, his heart moved suddenly, he coughed twice weakly, leaned on his body and said in a breathless voice: "I feel...young master...I might...be dying..."
Annan subconsciously looked at the blood bars on the top of her head, and was silent for a moment.
Your acting skills...
It's a bit of an understatement to say it's too much force...
Tsk, if I knew your acting skills were so exaggerated, I should have reacted more when I hacked to death those controlled players. Otherwise, I only care about you, not about them, and I always feel that something is not right...
Forget it, okay. It's not a serious flaw in logic, it doesn't need to fool the players, as long as it can fool Salvatore and other people who may be watching here.
…though the background settings will have to be tweaked a bit.
Annan sighed inwardly.
At least this girl is not a fool, she knows how to act well...
The expression on Annan's face changed again and again, and finally settled into a look of pain that was almost hateful. He knelt down slowly and put the wine on the ground.
He suddenly raised his head, and his ice-blue pupils seemed to be burning with flames.
But he didn't roar hysterically, nor did he roar irrationally. That appearance like a wounded cub even made Jiu'er's heart tremble, and he felt a little regretful, that he shouldn't have pretended to be like this to take advantage of him...
However, she was also faintly touched in her heart.
It's not that I was moved by the plot of the game, nor did I fall in love with Annan just because of his appearance... but a throbbing from the bottom of my heart.
Looking at a person who is anxious and fearful for himself...
For a moment, she forgot to continue howling and crying, but focused and stared at Annan's expression in a daze.
Following Annan's heavy breathing, gray-white frost gradually rose from the ground again. The ground that had just begun to melt began to freeze again centered on Annan.
At this time, Salvatore, who closed his eyes and concentrated his attention on transforming the black fire, suddenly opened his eyes and reacted belatedly.
Was it just... gunshots
Then he turned his head, just in time to see Annan kneeling on the ground supporting his bodyguard.
Seeing this scene, Salvatore's pupils shrank suddenly, and his body trembled.
His right hand subconsciously held the hammer in his pocket, not knowing what to do.
... And, what happened again