Annan narrowed his eyes slightly, his heart as clear as a mirror.
He knows very well that since he came to this world, he has basically never offended anyone.
If this is revenge, it can only come from one person.
Viscount Alvin Barbour of Rossburgh.
Although I don't know what his purpose is...but from the very beginning, he had a very obvious hostility towards Frozen Water Port.
When he first sent those people disguised as bandits to rob, Don Juan Geraint had no intention of going here.
In other words, the old viscount's hostility was not directed at Don Juan himself.
In theory, Fort Ross also belongs to the North Sea Territory. It is also the fiefdom of Count Geraint... who himself is a vassal of Don Juan's father.
Let’s not talk about what he wants to do.
"...As a vassal, he dared to burn his own lord's ship——"
Annan made a cold and majestic rebuke, with a frosty face: "I'm curious, where did he get the courage? Who gave him the confidence?"
For this kind of thing, Annan must be——
...very enjoyable to hear.
The old gentleman was so stupid that he sent people to burn the ship, which was equivalent to destroying all the previous evidence. How many things were left on the entire ship, how many people had been there, and all traces of the battle on it were all gone.
.
The entire ship was burned to the ground.
This means that they can find no evidence that Annan is not Don Juan Geraint.
Of course, Annan had to look very angry because he needed to show an attitude...it was just an attitude.
With his status, no one would ask him to go directly.
The only possible exposure is Don Juan's body. The body should still be near the ship... In three or four days, maybe the body can still be identified.
As for John's body, Annan deliberately left it on the ship to mislead others - or in other words, to provide clues to others.
After all, he died from the ritual "Tongue in the Mirror" triggered by the chief of guard. Annan believed that at least the church should be able to detect traces of this ritual crime...otherwise it would inevitably be under very strict supervision.
"Did anyone die around there?"
So Annan thought for a while and asked Salvatore: "Or are there corpses on the ship?"
"I don't know, I don't know, I can't see clearly."
Salvatore shook his head, poured himself a glass of water, and drank it in one gulp.
Then he breathed a sigh of relief and explained: "Because it was not just the boat that was burned. There was even fire on the surrounding water..."
"On the water?"
"Well, that is a special kind of fuel. The transformation wizard of our Black Tower in the Swamp converted the gas stored in the swamp into liquid fuel. It has a stable model that can be supplied to civilians. We call it Green Fire; but for sale
Most of them are kerosene barrels used to defend the city...It has stronger adhesion and is called black fire."
Salvatore sat down opposite Annan, lowered his head and glanced at what book he was reading, drank another glass of water, and then gritted his teeth and said: "I did some sampling...it's so hot that it kills me."
.That idiot will pay the price! When I analyze it, I will know which damn idiot sold them this thing."
"...You look very angry, senior."
Annan looked at Salvatore and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a happy smile.
He raised his eyebrows, returned to his calm expression again, and said in a cold voice: "Did you get burned?"
"I'm not weak enough to be burned by something like this."
Salvatore said angrily: "Don Juan, your father may not have told you about these things... Black fire is a strategic material. It is not allowed to be sold except in wartime, and it is not allowed to be smuggled. After all,
This thing was so destructive that it could only be sold to the Marquis of the Border during the war, and the unused parts had to be recycled after the war, because ordinary people did not have the environment to store this kind of thing.
"At normal temperatures, black fire will explode if it encounters a violent impact, or if it encounters an open flame after leakage. Once the black fire is detonated, an extremely difficult-to-extinguish fire will ignite within a dozen meters around... As long as it sticks a little, it will
Burn people alive. All other strategic materials placed with it will naturally be burned.
"So, no matter who was on your ship before or what was placed on it... there is nothing left on it now. It was not until just now that I put out all those black fires."
The young mayor was very sleepy, and the dark circles under his eyes became more and more obvious.
He hammered the table angrily: "Damn it, there are so many! There is a forest not far from the next door. Do they want to cause a forest fire?!"
"...Such a fierce fire."
Annan frowned slightly, then relaxed: "Fortunately, I didn't leave anyone on the ship. I arranged for all my guards to go out."
Thank you, old man.
He thanked him from the bottom of his heart.
The reason why I mentioned those non-existent guards is that Annan plans to give those players a legal identity - but because he is not sure how the players will arrive, Annan does not dare to talk directly to Salvatore now.
Ray said death.
Anyway, we'll know in a few hours... Don't be impatient.
"...If you have had dinner, why not go to bed first."
Annan saw that Salvatore's eyes were already filled with scarlet bloodshot eyes, and couldn't help but persuade him: "I feel like you are about to fall into a coma."
"I can't go to bed so early, it will be over if I faint."
Salvatore sighed: "Don't look at me like that... It's not that I want to stay up late, this is my curse, and I don't want to either. Don't ask for details."
"All right."
Annan shrugged and said no more.
"I've been so annoyed lately..."
Salvatore scratched his unusually soft hair, lay on the table and cried feebly: "I'm so sleepy..."
"Hey, Don Juan. Have you chosen your spell? It's probably time for me to leave."
"The choice has been made."
Annan replied calmly: "But I don't need you anymore - I've already learned it. I'm just waiting for you to help me advance."
His current career as a wizard apprentice has become like this:
His experience is just enough to upgrade the profession of wizard apprentice to level ten. Before advancement, this is the highest level of wizard apprentice.
The spell slots on his body can accommodate a total of four spells. Two instant spells and two guided spells.
To put it simply, it is the difference between turning on and off at will, and having to guide the release——
[Eye of Sloth (Instant): Curse your own eyes, giving you the power to infect the minds of others through your sight. Everyone who looks at you will immediately become lazy and their limbs will become weak. For tired people
The effect of use will increase. Every 2s it lasts (depending on the total level of the wizard profession/5), the power of order will be consumed 1]
[Stall Wall (Guidance): Passivates the air in the designated area, causing any object passing through this area to immediately lose its original speed. The effect will be greatly increased when used on inanimate objects. The larger the area, the greater the power of order consumed.
, but the minimum consumption is 1 power of order per second]
[Frost Nova (Guidance): Causes the temperature of the designated medium (air/water/earth) within thirty meters to drop rapidly, and can instantly transmit a curse equivalent to the instant spell "cold contact". The curse effect at the edge increases. Every two waves
Nova (depends on the total level of the wizard profession/5), consumes 8 power of order, and can be released continuously]
Because Annan didn't know whether he could clean up some points, he chose those spells from the incapacitation school that had the widest range of applications and could complement each other.
His fighting ability finally took shape at this moment——