After spending a day together, he gained a new understanding of this team:
Michael looks like an academic magician from the Mage Tower, but he is as cunning as a mouse. He likes to make his enemies think he is a weak mage and then wave an oak staff equipped with a nearly 10-pound ram when he gets close.
Francois, a baron with a tragic past with a contemptuous nickname. His desire to curry favor with Annan is unabashed, and he does have excellent archery skills and battlefield intuition, but in private he seems to have a unique, slightly strange,
An unspeakable hobby.
Katarina is a fanatical believer in the faith known as the "Human King" who has not yet been swallowed up by fanaticism. The sect she belongs to unexpectedly possesses a certain truth that Annan knows, but there seems to be unspeakable terror hidden behind the truth.
Klein, this guy in full armor has never taken off his helmet. His identity is a mystery and his gender is a mystery. He adheres to a certain knight's creed but is never rigid. His calm attitude towards Annan can explain some problems.
Della...Dara!?
Annan suddenly remembered that the elf guard arranged by the wine lady had been following him... Whether the attacker said the murderer was the wine lady or they followed the clues to investigate... they did not avoid her.
Annan even remembered the weird way Michael hesitated to speak when they were talking about the wine lady.
"Dara?"
As the call sounded, the elf guard appeared as if she had arrived quietly, but the fact is that she has always been here.
"What's the matter?" she asked.
"...What is this ability to hide in the shadows?"
"The art of the night elves."
They return to the carriage, narrated by Francois:
A not-so-complicated story. The attacker’s name is Halla, and Joyner is the wife of his brother Hamad. Hamad and Joyner are just ordinary civilians, while Halla is a mercenary with a higher status. In order to let his brother
To take care of the family, Hamad shared his wife with Hanna, but vented his anger on his wife——
Francois and Klein are watching here, while Annan, Michael and Catalina go back to put away the loot.
Catalina's residence was very ordinary, neither like the residence of a fierce woman nor the residence of a fanatic.
"I'll wait for you in the car."
Michael said Annan followed Catalina out of the car and into the room.
Before Annan entered the house, he saw countless trophy heads displayed on the display rack of the house.
Annan immediately stopped and returned to the carriage in silence.
"Did you do it on purpose?"
"We were all brought here by Catalina." Michael laughed, "Welcome to the team."
When he returned to Joyner, Hamad had been successfully knocked unconscious.
"The scene may make you a little uncomfortable... Why don't I tell you the results after I finish the interrogation?"
"Um……"
Annan pondered, and Michael and the others went back to the carriage to wait.
Klein didn't want to participate, and Catalina went home to recover from her injuries, leaving only Annan and Michael.
Dozens of minutes later, Francois walked out of the house, straightening his collar.
Annan pointed to his neck.
Francois touched the scratches and said apologetically: "Sorry, I made you laugh."
The shameless baron recounted the results of his "interrogation": Hamad said that he saw Hannah in contact with a person who claimed to be a wine lady this morning, and then the person gave Hannah a sum of money.
"If I were the Wine Lady, I wouldn't leave such a clear clue." Michael said. "And if I were the murderer who attacked Annan, I wouldn't use this lame conspiracy to slander the Wine Lady."
"I have a guess..."
Francois said: "Suppose this is not done by the wine lady, nor is it done by the murderer, but a third party wants to muddy the waters..."
"Who could it be?"
"Except for the Mage Tower, every force wants to get a piece of it."
…
A carriage drove into the dark manor and stopped along the road in front of the bright gate.
Annan returned to the bedroom, sat at the table, and thought about Francois's words when they parted.
"It's a bit offensive to say this, but don't you find it strange? The young King of the North has arrived in his loyal Breeze City, but these nobles and rich men have not moved yet. Regardless of the Mage Tower... don't look at me like this, I know you are
Neutral...or is it that the city lord's palace, council elders, people who are leaning towards the Reeves family and those who are not leaning towards the Reeves family are all quiet?"
"They think I'm not from the Reeves family?"
"How is this possible? Only idiots looking for death and stupid pigs dare to do this."
At that time, Annan changed the subject with a guilty conscience: "I have been staying in the manor and don't know what is happening outside."
"Because nothing happened. Everything is as usual in Breeze City. The moon sets on the earth and the sun rises as usual." Francois said solemnly: "This is very dangerous, Your Majesty the King of the North, this is very dangerous."
"Where's the danger?"
Annan thought he would say this was the calm before the storm, but the situation turned to the other side: "The... usurper has taken control of Breeze City, and no noble dared to jump out and disrupt the situation at this time. The usurper is using this method
Let me tell you, he is the ruler of Breeze City. Your...no offense here, just a guess from the perspective of a usurper...all struggles are useless, he doesn’t even have to do anything!”
"Is there such a good thing?"
"Uh...what did you say?"
"I mean, now there is another group of forces involved, and this city lord should be more anxious than us."
"That's true, but it will make you more passive... Order represents solidity, and only chaos can change this solidity, allowing you to take the opportunity to regain your identity as the city lord..."
Annan came back from his thoughts: "Dara, are you here?"
The tall elf appeared in front of him, and Annan continued to ask: "Do you know about the current city lord Olmedo?"
He doesn't care about the city lord or the Reeves family, but he can't care about the people around him.
Compared to Breeze City and Murderer... they are so small that they only need a light kick - Mr. Fast is just a slightly harder beetle that can make a clicking sound.
Della's response was to suddenly push Annan down on the bed. Before he could react, she sat astride him, lifted his hood, and revealed the face of an elf that was close to humans and extremely beautiful.
"You want to say he plays with women like this?"
Annan has experienced battle and death, politics and conspiracy today, and his groggy mind is not very bright.
"I just want to express my gratitude." Della leaned over, her soft light yellow hair falling down, "When the fireball exploded... you saved me."
"what you up to?"
Annan said while struggling to take off his magic robe.
Della, who was riding on Annan, asked, "What do you want to do?"
Annan replied seriously: "The magic robe is inscribed with defensive magic. I'm worried that it will hurt you."
