The murderer didn't want to be found by Annan - there was no doubt about that, but Annan still didn't know what to do.
Mr. Fast only gave him the solution to the problem, but not the tools.
"I don't know either." Fast said contemptuously: "You actually ask a warrior such a question? Even an ogre knows that if his throat is stuck with a leg bone, he needs to seek help from a mage!"
"Well, you can try to do what you do best."
“What I’m best at?”
"Use the charm of a warlock."
Annan thought of the three people in Breeze City who were affected by his charm: Mentor Irelanzer, the Countess, Lorna Gilman,
As a 1,500-year-old elf, Irelanze means that she knows many unknown secrets, and whether she is a mage tower instructor or an elf, she can become a companion as good as Olmedo. But over-enthusiasm always makes Annan
Worried that I will be eaten at some point.
Secondly, the Countess, Lady Maria, who inherited a huge inheritance but lacks the strength to protect it, can complement Annan, but she doesn't seem to be that simple...
Finally, there's Lorna Gilman...a notorious family freak who obviously wants to eat Annan too, literally. Hanging out with her is not a good idea.
After doing the comparison, Annan already had an idea.
"Abby, prepare a carriage for me."
The carriage with the unique snowflake emblem left the manor again.
Annan looked out of the car window and found that the crowd outside the manor seemed to be gathering again.
Whether these people were ordered by Augusta Olmedo or not, this would not be the only method.
"It doesn't matter, I'll drive them away when I get back."
Mr. Fast's comfort made Annan think, could he catch the people who gathered them and interrogate them? Then Annan had a horrifying guess: Could this be a trap laid by Augusta Olmedo?
Is he waiting for himself to lose patience and break the rules?
The unassembled crowd disappeared as the carriage drove away. Annan solemnly said: "Mr. Fast, I need you to take Martin back to Pinglin Town when you come back."
"Are you worried about Aunt Susan?"
"Um."
"What about you?"
"Didn't Michael tell you?" Annan took out the blue dragon's shed skin from the inner pocket of the mage's robe, "I can summon a dragon."
"I'm beginning to wonder if you are a fake..." Fast stared at Annan seriously and nodded, "I will rush back to Pinglin Town, or is it better to pick them up?"
"I'm worried something will happen on the road."
The murderer can attack the Reeves family's motorcade, and he can attack Aunt Susan's family who are protected by Mr. Fast. If he stays in Pinglin Town, he will be protected.
"This is for you, kid."
Fast remembered something and took out a ring and threw it to Annan.
"Mr. Victor asked me to send it." Fast stuffed the money bag he threw back into his belt, "a magic ring inscribed with invisibility."
Annan's mage robe is responsible for defense and detection, and the fireball ring and medium elemental summoning ring can deal with less difficult enemies. The new stealth ring just makes up for the lack of means of escape.
"Thank you Mr. Victor for me."
Annan now has three rings, which are worn on the index finger, middle finger and ring finger of his left hand.
Dozens of minutes later, Annan, who came to the north of Breeze City, found a long queue of carriages outside the Earl's manor, with many young nobles waiting anxiously beside the carriage.
What's going on?
Fast got out of the carriage, and not long after, he returned to the car.
"It is said that the countess whose husband died sent an invitation to find a man who can protect her and the count's inheritance. You came at the right time."
After dozens of minutes of waiting, it was finally Annan's turn to enter the castle.
Annan followed Fast's instructions:
When he held the rose in his mouth, leaned against the door when he entered the living room, and said in a low voice: "Good morning, beautiful lady, a wonderful day has begun." After that, the dignified countess said with an elegant smile: "Hello, Northland.
Your Majesty the King."
Annan suddenly blushed with embarrassment.
Not long after, Annan walked out dejectedly.
"How about it?"
"It should have failed..."
It won't be long before the news that "the King in the North wants to eat the countess' flesh" will spread among the nobles.
…
On the other side, Annan had just left. The elegance on the countess's beautiful face completely disappeared. She ran anxiously holding up her skirt. She didn't even care about kicking off her shoes. Her white and tender feet stepped on the soft blanket and broke into the dark room, crawling on her knees.
before shadow.
"As you expected, the King of the North did not hold back and tried again. I kept a distance from him..."
"The priest said that if he finds a chance to meet again, he will agree to it."
"Then what?"
"Do you still need me to teach you..."
…
"Martin..."
In the manor restaurant, Martin, who was struggling hard with the apple pie, seemed to be unaware of it.
"Martin..."
Martin looked around: "Who's talking?!"
"Martin, it's me..."
Martin held up the apple pie and shouted in horror: "The apple pie has spoken!"
"I am Augusta..."
With a bulging belly, Martin leaned back in his chair, his face covered with food dregs, and asked blankly: "Who is Augusta?"
"...Don't you ever resent injustice? Come on... release the beast in you... don't suppress your emotions anymore, you are not a nobody who is not valued."
The murmurs of that old voice gradually filled his mind, Martin's eyes gradually became uncanny, and his body in front of the dining table began to tremble.
"...release...the beast...stop...repressing..."
"Become a beast!!!"
Martin suddenly raised his scarlet eyes, and his palms seemed to turn into sharp claws in an instant to grab the apple pie on the dining table.
"I can eat another one!"
…
"It is said that nobles like all kinds of banquets."
Fast began to suggest again. As a warrior, no one has ever asked him what he thought. He cherished this opportunity: "They will hold a banquet for the birth of their heir, and the ninety-ninth lady will hold a banquet. You come to Breeze City
There hasn’t been a banquet since then, right?”
"You can send out invitations, take the opportunity to win over people who want to join you, and invite the countess again to test her attitude." Fast felt that it would be a pity to give up on the countess like this.
"That's a boss who's even better than the wine lady's boss..."
"I'll think about it..."
Returning to the manor, Annan saw the crowd gathered again.
When the carriage slowly passed in front of them, these people became quiet and stared at the faces from the windows, as if they saw them shining with strange light.
The carriage returned to the manor, and then the protests continued behind.
Not long after returning, Fast set off back to Pinglin Town, and in the afternoon three hours later, Annan received a letter, but it was not sent by Fire Crow from Osulund, but from a mage apprentice from the Mage Tower.
Annan vaguely guessed where the letter came from, and the signature on the envelope was no surprise: