The sound of knocking on the door interrupted the beautiful atmosphere in the bedroom.
“Who is outside?”
Dela gently fell back to the ground, and the cool Annan put on the wizard's robe and opened the door.
Maid Abby stood outside the door holding a plate: "The maid asked me to bring you dinner."
Annan remembered that he hadn't eaten yet, so he moved out of the position and watched the maid Abby put down the plate and turned around and left, gently closing the door.
Dela opened the plate and a piece of baked bread and mushroom soup. She broke the bread and tasted the soup again, without any problem.
"Thanks."
Annan did not invite Dela to have dinner together, he remembered that the elves refused artificial foods and ate only natural fruits or honey, maple syrup.
"So do you know about that Olmedo?" Annan asked Dela while eating.
"He is the heir to the Olmedo family."
Dela didn't know much.
After dinner, Annan placed the spider bottle under the dark and light-proof bed, climbed onto the bed in a mage robe, and found that Dela was still here.
"Aren't you going back?"
"Elf doesn't need much sleep, if you can't sleep..."
Dela's words just became more than before, and then they merged into the shadows of the corner.
Thinking of Dela being in a shadow, Annan quietly pulled up the quilt, revealing only a pair of eyes that were like the night.
...
Annan slowly woke up on the soft big bed, his sleepy eyes gradually returned to focus, and saw Dela sitting in the corner and reading the book he brought from the attic.
"Good morning."
Annan sat up, and the slippery quilt brought the coolness of the morning.
Dela looked at Annan and returned to the book.
"Good morning."
The book in the hands of the elves is called "Night City", and Annan has not had time to read it.
Push open the terrace door and the cool breeze blowing through the treetops made Annan's sleepiness dissipate.
It is August, the hottest time of summer, but the cold currents of snowy mountains in the north continue to move south actually make your nose red in the early morning.
As Annan closed the terrace door, the curtains raised by the wind fell down.
The mushroom soup from last night failed to fill Annan's stomach. Soon, Annan, who was hungry, and Daila, who was holding the book, came to the restaurant.
The clock hand in the corner reminded Annan that there were fifteen days left before the countdown to the apocalypse forecast.
Annan’s breakfast was vegetable salad and a chestnut broth, and Dela was a fruit. When Dela was trying the dishes, Annan asked Abby: “Do you know the city lord Olmedo?”
Abby, who was about to go out, stopped and answered Annan's words: "The city lord is deeply loved by the common people. He will lead the breeze city to a brighter future."
The young king of the North, the future lord of the Breeze City, Annan Reeves, who was attacked and usurped the throne, blinked.
The maid Abby knew who was in front of him, but still insisted: "Master Annan, the city lord has shown us hope to stay away from war and poverty."
"Why did he say that? Did he do something?" Annan asked curiously.
Annan initially thought it was just a flattery, or a common pie for politicians: it would never realize the grand blueprint claimed before taking office. But Abby tells the changes in the Breeze City in the two months when Olmedo became the city lord: first of all
Continue to transport materials to support the fortress defense line on the top of the snow-capped mountains, then promote the scavengers, clean up rat diseases in the city, issue laws to require the nobles to strictly abide by the law, and donate to orphanages to support homeless children.
Abby and her brother survived and were taken in by the Wine Lady.
As a vested lord of the city lord's policies, Abby should have defended Olmedo for granting it.
Annan speculated that Abby was worried that he would make these gains and losses again after taking back the city lord, so he was so in this attitude?
"Are you going out today?" Abby asked.
"Um."
"I'll prepare the carriage."
Abby left the restaurant and Annan asked Dela: "Is she true?"
"I don't know." The elves in the cloak observed Annan: "If so, what would you do?"
"Then it's nothing to give it to him."
As the king of the North who was attacked and usurped the throne of the city lord, he should hate Ormedo, even if he did well - but Annan was not, he knew he was a fake. Augusta Ormedo
I know too.
Annan just wants to avoid this disaster and take the opportunity to strengthen himself.
But Dela didn't know. So in her eyes, Annan was shining with the glory of humanity at this moment.
After breakfast, Annan took an apple given by Dela onto the carriage.
"Let's go to Francois first."
The carriage drove out of the manor and headed south along the spacious and bustling street, turning to a narrow road when it was about to leave the city. The surrounding environment gradually became desolate. Although it was not a dilapidated shed in the slums, the brick walls with inconsistent colors and the eaves patches mean
The carriage drove into a civilian area.
Francois's Baron's Mansion is located here, which seems to give a glimpse of the dilemma faced by the baron.
The Baron warmly welcomed Annan's arrival and happily accepted work for the King of the North. He also invited Annan to admire his collection room.
According to his flattering remarks, it is his honor to be the king of the North.
Annan's last collection room was Cadalina's trophy, so he refused the invitation from Francois, who also likes specialty, to explain his purpose:
"Do you know Olmedo?"
"That usurper? He is a shameful thief, a dirty pig, a sinister rat..."
“Give up the personal conflicts and complimenting parts of me.”
Although Annan really wants to hear Francois' interesting parallelism.
Then Francois had no choice but to say that Jeffrey Olmedo was a very charming young man.
"Of course, he is definitely not as good as you."
He did a lot of things that benefited Breeze City.
"But you did a better job than him after taking office!"
The Olmedo family and the old nobles were his backers.
"But they can never compare to the twelve kings of the North!"
In this half boast and half fact, Francois's servant said that a man who claimed to be a Morning Breeze Tavern came to deliver a letter to Annan.
That was indeed the clerk of the Morning Breeze Tavern. Dela checked the letter and handed it to Annan.
Letter signature...Etilia Reeves.
Annan's "big sister".
The first half of the letter was the same as the previous one, and advised Levice to come back, but if Levice wanted to stay, he would go to the Lawrencer family for help.
Annan frowned and took out another letter.
Their handwriting is similar, at least Annan cannot identify the difference...
"What's wrong, Your Excellency Annan?"
"I received two letters, one might be fake, and the other... it might be fake."
"Can you tell me what is written on it, maybe I can help you analyze what..."
Annan's response was to hand the letter directly to Francois.
Francois's handsome cheeks were flushed due to this trust, and his hands trembled, and he stood up excitedly after reading them word by word:
"His Excellency the King of the North, the answer is in this letter!"