Annan has long known about the store where the "baker from the royal capital" is said to be.
When he first talked with Salvatore, he made a note of all the places and people who might have stories.
Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to introduce the players one by one when they arrive...
It's just that Annan didn't realize that the plot of this "baker" would be so important before.
His original plan was to arrange for idle players to go to various places in Frozen Water Port to inquire about information. These people with secrets could wait until the players were almost done with their investigation, and then Annan would come over and send out a mission to collect the information.
Go and give them some rare rewards and a lot of favorability.
Think of it as a hidden mission.
Annan can be sure that once the keywords of "rare", "hidden", and "limited" are mentioned, even if the rewards are ordinary, a large number of players will come to collect them. Not to mention that the rewards are very rich...
...But who would have thought that this baker is actually a sweeper?!
"It's really weird..."
Annan bared his teeth and felt a little depressed.
He was wearing a thin coat at the moment, running quickly on the deserted streets in the cold wind of December. Fortunately, the moonlight in the frozen water port was still bright, and at least when it was not illuminated
Can tell the road.
It was already half past ten in the evening... The frozen water port didn't look like Roseburg. There was no night entertainment, and the fishermen had already gone to bed.
That is to say, some shops that will open tomorrow morning are still working hard to prepare things for tomorrow morning.
They were a little surprised when they saw Annan running past.
After being stunned, he saluted Annan with some fear.
Annan was also very polite and returned the greetings to them one by one.
Half an hour later, Annan finally ran to a bakery not too far away from the city lord's palace.
——Authentic Wangdu Bakery.
A very concise and powerful signature name.
Just like the authentic ○○ Xiao Long Bao and the authentic xx Roujiamo... simple and unpretentious.
But the bread here is really delicious.
There are also a few players who have bought the bread here for Annan as breakfast and snacks. Let me tell you, the taste is indeed good...
At eleven o'clock in the middle of the night, the door of the bakery was closed, but some light could still be seen inside.
"——Is there anyone?"
Annan asked loudly and slammed the door hard: "Is there anyone there?"
After a while, a confused and impatient voice came from inside: "It has been sold out for a long time - what time is it!"
"I am Don Juan Geraint."
After the other party answered the call, Annan directly revealed his identity: "Please open the door."
This is just in case.
If Annan directly calls his name and knocks on the door, but Bakr doesn't want to see him, he can pretend that he is not there or has fallen asleep...
Wait for him to answer first, and then reveal your identity.
At least it would prevent Buckle from pretending to be dead.
After about seven or eight seconds, Annan heard the sound of the door lock turning.
The wooden door opens.
The "Baker" who appeared in front of Annan indeed looked very similar to Brother Sledgehammer in the dungeon. The only difference was that Brother Sledgehammer forty-five years ago looked to be in his thirties... and
Forty-five years have passed, and he looks like he is in his fifties, almost sixty.
Although there were some white hairs on his head and many wrinkles appeared in the corners of his eyes, his aura was still very calm and he was quite energetic. Even at eleven o'clock in the middle of the night, he did not feel sleepy at all.
The biggest difference is that he no longer has the ferocious killing intent and hostility that he had forty-five years ago. The whole atmosphere has become peaceful and peaceful.
...It seems that there is generally no danger.
Annan breathed a sigh of relief.
But looking at Bakr's face, Annan immediately had a question in his mind:
How old is this big brother this year?
Bakker looked forward subconsciously, then paused before looking down at Annan without leaving a trace.
His eyes immediately moved to the bronze ring on Annan's finger, and then quickly moved away to look at the ground.
"...What's the matter, Lord?"
His voice was very respectful.
"There is indeed something. But, can I go in?"
Annan nodded and made a childish, polite and somewhat weak voice: "It's a little cold outside..."
Hearing this, Bucker hesitated slightly.
He quickly responded: "It's a bit messy, please wait for me to clean it up...it will be fine soon."
With that said, he closed the door again.
Annan raised his eyebrows slightly,
——This is not polite behavior.
Generally speaking, guests should be sent to the living room first, right? At least they can’t be left outside in the cold wind...
Bakir is from the royal capital, not a country boy. Would he not understand these etiquette?
Or is there something about him that Annan cannot see?
Are you destroying evidence?
But such thoughts soon ended.
Because Bucker cleaned up too quickly...
He closed the door for about four or five seconds and then opened it again. Annan didn't hear any sound from him, and didn't see any sound or light effects inside. It even felt a little quieter inside.
"Please come in, Lord Lord..."
Bakir welcomed Annan in respectfully.
He led Annan through the bakery shop and walked to the yard at the back. Then he walked through the yard to the house at the back.
After leading Annan to sit down in the living room, he made Annan a new pot of black tea.
Annan looked at the tea box curiously.
Although everyone in the Kingdom of Noah has the habit of drinking tea, if Annan remembers correctly... the tea that Bakr drinks is better than the tea brought by Salvatore.
Is the bread-making business so profitable?
After Bakr poured hot tea for Annan, Annan said gently: "I just heard some opinions. I will say it first. Please don't pay too much attention to the content of the conversation after that...
"This...um..."
"Joseph Buckle."
Before Annan could ask, Bakir directly said his full name: "You can just call me Joseph, sir."
"Very well, Joseph."
Annan follows the path of good deeds.
He asked softly: "I want to know, how many years ago did you come to Frozen Water Port?"
"About... more than forty years ago."
Joseph replied.
"What exactly?"
Annan asked: "Yes..."
"—forty-five years ago?"
Hearing this, Mr. Joseph Buckle fell silent.
He paused and suddenly sighed.
He leaned back weakly.
"Do you want to ask me...if I know Amos?"
Joseph's lips twitched slightly and he smiled bitterly: "If that's the question, then I do know him."
As he spoke, he looked at Annan's ring again.
Seeing that Annan didn't reply immediately, he asked: "I guess you just came out of a nightmare? Did you... enter the nightmare on your own?"
"I entered the nightmare under the protection of Padre Louis."
Annan nodded and said softly.
He chose a less high-profile statement.
"That's it."
Seeing this, Joseph relaxed slightly and chuckled: "Did I... scare you in the nightmare?"
"well enough."
"I also entered that nightmare back then. I was scared to death by myself at the time...but I used a trick and convinced myself directly."
He took a sip of tea and said this.
Annan noticed one word keenly.
"You mean... back then?"
Annan asked.
He also noticed that Joseph was not wearing any bearings.
Be it bronze or silver...nothing.
He was wearing a thin shirt at home, and the silver bracelet he had seen in the nightmare had also disappeared.
Joseph had no taboo on this topic.
He nodded: "I gave up. I no longer want to be a transcendent."
...You put it lightly.
Annan's eyelids twitched.
Extraordinary people - can you still say that you won't do it if you don't do it?
Isn’t it true that once you enter this industry, you can’t look back?
"If you are planning to recruit me... I can only say that if I can help you, I will definitely help you."
Joseph smiled bitterly and said: "But I am a useless person now. The remaining spell-casting ability cannot be moved, and what I can do is estimated to be limited..."
As he spoke, he pointed to the kitchen and ordered:
"【continue working】."
In the kitchen not far away, the dough suddenly came to life and began to knead itself. And the fermented dough lined up and got into the oven one by one - the dough that had been baked before that
The bread has to pop out first.
First out, last in, just like taking the subway.
"Simple 'temporary activation'. My carrying object can no longer be used, and the remaining spell-casting ability is enough to prevent me from starving to death... I can't even reach the Silver level."
Joseph spread his hands: "I just didn't know your purpose of coming, so I turned around and entered the house just to stop them... to prevent them from scaring you at night."
“What really happened forty-five years ago?”
Although Joseph's spell has many advantages, Annan ignored this and prioritized asking more important questions: "What is the real ending?"
Joseph paused.
He opened his unlined clothes and turned his back to Annan.
His back was covered with scars as dense as a spider web.
But that's not Scar.
It's more like the spider web marks left by bullets hitting the bulletproof glass. Those spider webs are all his bursting muscles, leaving dark blue ridges on his back that are still pulsing slightly with his heartbeat.
rise.
And at the center of the spider web scar...
That position is roughly his heart.
"I was actually killed once by Amos. He launched a sneak attack from the future, and he had a powerful spell in his hand. I couldn't avoid it, and I couldn't defend myself. I was killed by the secret spell of 'that sect' - dirty blood.
The bullet hit the heart, and he was hit with a powerful curse, and at the same time fell into a state of near-death——"
Joseph put down his clothes, turned back to Annan and replied slowly and seriously:
"But after that, he didn't kill me. The reason is...if I die, the curse in my carrier will be revealed.