The letter paper was stuffed into the envelope and painted with wax.
After Michael took it, he put it next to the table.
"It seems like you are trying to persuade the Reeves family to give up instead of assisting you."
"Levis took away most of the wealth and power of the family, and his two sisters will not be in good condition." Annan had no choice but to pretend to be Levis, and there was no need to drag the entire Reeves family into the abyss.
Annan learned something about the Kings in the North from Michael - the wine lady refused to answer because the question left her speechless. In a macro sense, the Twelve Kings in the North are the cornerstone of the North.
Because in the distant past, these twelve legends once guarded the corruption of the North by Chaos.
But no royal power lasts forever. As one of the Twelve Kings of the North, the Reeves family gradually declined, so Reeves, who inherited the family's hopes, even changed his name to the family name - and then suddenly suffered a disaster.
Now, only Levi's two sisters are left in the Reeves family.
Michael was still getting used to Annan's weird third person pronouns when he heard him continue:
"Will this letter be delivered to the Reeves family intact?"
"The murderer will not let this letter be sent back...but you can know whether it has been delivered or not." Michael did not hold out much hope, "because you will receive the news of the sender's death."
"It sounds like something is going to happen to them soon..." Annan began to wonder whether it was necessary to send a letter that was bound to cause trouble. "And will they believe the content of this letter?"
"It's not important. If they know you are alive, they will definitely try their best to verify it."
"I'm not...well, maybe I am."
Frequent coincidences made Annan begin to doubt himself as to whether he was actually Levi's - for example, he had lost a certain memory at some point - which explained why his body and mind were so much younger for no reason after he came to this world through that door.
"Next we will stay away from you and keep our distance from you."
"This is part of the plan." Annan had already prepared, "But don't let Al...the murderer hurt Aunt Susan's family."
"I will pay attention. And unless he is hopelessly stupid, he will not do that..." Michael shook his head and said: "Just like spell casters rarely attack civilians, nobles rarely kill their enemies... because
They don’t want their enemies to do to them what they have done to others.”
The revenge in the story is just a story after all, and it is sung because it is rare.
"Is there such a thing as a bottom line for a being who dares to attack and kill the future city lord?"
"Yes." Michael seemed certain. "This bottom line stems from the fact that there is no eternal kingship. The once glorious old continent has fallen apart. The elves who ruled the old world are now fighting against humans. The human king who established the great cause has long been unknown.
, no one wants their bloodline to disappear in the long river of time."
"No matter how downcast your family is, you are still one of the twelve kings of the North. If Al...the murderer behind you wants to wipe out everyone around you, he must be prepared to suffer the same nightmare in the future."
Annan could understand this kind of checks and balances, just like the aristocratic wars in the Western Middle Ages and the Warring States Period. After being captured, the nobles could not be killed indiscriminately, but could be redeemed.
"Maybe that big shot has a bottom line and is considering letting go of the people around me." But Annan thought more: "But he wants to climb up, what about his unscrupulous subordinates?"
And he is also slightly more thorough than Michael, who spends all day studying knowledge in the Mage Tower:
"Even if the murderer apparently lets them go, what about accidental death? For example, death from choking while eating, death from falling while walking, death from nightmares while sleeping..."
Michael sighed: "You reminded me...I will find a way to prevent this from happening."
"Aren't the other eleven kings of the Twelve Kings of the North planning to do something?" As the actor of "Levis", Annan wanted to seek help: "For example... the lips are dead and the teeth are cold?"
"The Kingdom of Ruikan'er is not that small, and the news of your attack may have just spread to their ears. Well... it is a bit exaggerated to say that, but it is still unknown how many ancestors of these families are brave... I am not saying
you."
"It's okay to say I'm fine."
"And they may not make enemies for your family."
Annan couldn't help but sigh: "A group of smart people gathered around a table to weigh each other's interests and came up with extremely stupid answers. This has been a common problem since ancient times."
Michael couldn't help but applaud Annan's words, and then he became confused: "Why do you suddenly understand so well?"
"The wine lady told me."
"Did she give you advice?"
"Yes, but it's very dangerous...I might be like this gust of wind at any time." Annan raised his palm, touching the breeze coming from the snow-capped mountains and passing through the attic, "and disappear silently."
"Would you mind talking about it?"
"There is nothing to keep secret." Annan exhaled. "She asked me to stand up. She said that the nobles of Breeze City are not a piece of iron. As long as they see you standing up, there will be many down-and-out families who want to stand by me.
side."
It's hard to know which will come first, the accident or tomorrow.
Two months ago, Annan was still worried about one gold coin. A month ago, he was worried about dozens of gold coins. He only earned a few hundred gold coins a few days ago, but yesterday he became the king of the north.
And there are still eighteen days left in the countdown.
"What do you think?" Michael asked.
"I haven't thought about it yet."
"Then you think first, I'll deliver the letter." Michael picked up the letter and left the "mansion" of the King of the North.
It was already late at night when Michael came back.
"One piece of good news, one piece of bad news."
"You took the risk and came late at night to disturb my rest just to show off?" Annan, who was separated from meditation, felt sorry for the pot of magic materials.
Michael said directly: "The bad news is that the messenger died on the way, and the good news is that the letter is missing."
"Shouldn't both be bad news then?"
"Okay, let's change the good news." Michael said, "Fast has accepted Martin as his apprentice."
There was no reason for Fast to suddenly accept Martin Annan. What came to mind: "Mr. Fast is willing to protect Aunt Susan and her family?"
"An elite professional in a secret society should be feared by his subordinates."
I hope that the twin minister Franning is right and the murderer will maintain his appearance of well-dressed appearance.
"Then my Susan spinning machine..."
"The man who became a king is still worried about the harvest in the fields."
Annan said helplessly: "The King of the North cannot be sold for money."
"So have you thought about it?"
"Will you help me?" Annan suddenly asked.
"The Mage Tower is neutral. Its position is only Breeze City." Michael replied, and then when Annan was disappointed, he said: "But the mage in the Mage Tower is not."
"I very much agree with what the wine lady said."
Michael gives Annan the mage tower courtesy.
"Are you ready for revenge? Young King in the North."
