It's such a big face that makes people feel at ease.
Without any warning, such a thought came into Annan's mind.
What appeared in front of Annan was a "classic" face of a mercenary uncle. There was a healthy oily shine on the dark brown skin, and his brown pupils were shining with brilliance.
This man's body is so strong that... even when wearing a leather coat, his shoulder muscles can actually hold up the clothes.
The man's right hand helped Annan climb up. Annan didn't even feel any pressure and was lifted directly.
The muscles in his forearm were as strong as fine steel hinges, as if they had to lock the bones tightly. The palm of his hand was so hot that even after his right hand left, Annan could feel the steam on his shoulders.
A burst of heat.
"Oh."
Seeing Annan open his eyes, the man raised the corner of his mouth: "You're awake.
"I'm right, isn't it? How does 'Dragon Drinking' taste like?"
"...It tastes good when paired with barbecue. If you want to drink it dry, please forgive me."
"Annan" shook his head and made a gentle voice in his mouth.
He found a glass of warm water on the table and drank it in one gulp. His dry eyes felt much relieved.
At this time, Annan also immediately discerned keenly that these were exactly the two voices he heard when he entered the nightmare.
——Could this be Frederick and Justus?
Is the identity he is using actually the identity of Frederick?
Annan initially thought that Frederick should be the BOSS here.
...But speaking of it.
If I were Frederick...
So the soul in Justus' body at this moment is Miss Nefertari who has lost her dreamer consciousness?
Annan hadn't thought about what to say yet, but a tired-sounding voice came out of his mouth: "...It's okay now.
"When I first finished drinking, it felt like someone was dancing in my head..."
"Ahahahaha! Men just want to drink strong alcohol!"
The man let out a hearty laugh, took out the wine bottle tied around his waist, raised his head and took a few sips. Then he handed it to Annan, raised his eyebrows, and made a nasal sound as a sign.
"No. Farewell. No need."
"Annan" issued three consecutive rejections in a gentle tone: "I am also a wizard to some extent... Please let me wake up a little bit."
"Ah ha ha ha ha! With me here, what are you afraid of!"
Hearing the words "Annan", the man just laughed out loud.
He grinned, stretched out his right thumb, and picked out a heavy gold chain like a mahjong tile from his neck: "Look clearly, Freyr - this is gold now! I am different now from before.
Do you know what it means to be fearless?!
"That is, even if you fall into lava, you will never die!"
He seemed to pronounce some kind of nickname for Frederick.
After laughing and talking, the man who looked like "Justus" raised his head again and took a sip of strong wine.
Annan has yet to control his actions and words.
But he was able to adjust his vision.
He noticed that something seemed to be written on the "card" on the heavy gold chain. It seemed like a dense collection of short words... But Annan glanced at it, but couldn't see clearly what was written on it.
"ha……"
"Annan" was helpless and sighed deeply: "Anything is fine, but forget about the wine.
"When this thing falls on your skin, you will feel a burning pain. How do you drink it? The alcohol is so strong that it is already a poison, right?"
"It's just poison. You can understand it that way."
The man screwed up the wine bottle nonchalantly and stuffed it back into his waist: "But don't worry. I have transferred all the poison you endured back to my body.
"This is the magic wine that can make dragons drunk...a good thing that can't be found outside. Drinking this thing and not dying is a rare experience."
The man said and sat down next to Annan.
He used his forearm to clamp Annan's neck.
"Hey, Freire. You are such a busy guy and you haven't seen me for many years. If you have this rare opportunity, do you want to try to commit suicide?"
"What?"
"Freir" and Annan in his heart made confused sounds in unison.
"Let me tell you. Now I can even reverse death."
The man patted his chest and made a sound like metal clashing.
He made a low and proud voice: "It would be great if I was so strong back then. Ingrid..."
"—Justus."
"Annan" suddenly spoke, interrupting Justice's words and confirming that Annan's guess was correct: "Tell me about the mission objectives before you drink too much.
"You brought me to the Cinder Barrens. What do you want me to help you find? If it's buried under volcanic rocks, I won't be able to find it."
He rubbed his temples and said angrily: "I'm very busy, Justus... Unless it's a 'lost object' with clues. That kind of treasure that no one knows about can't be found in a short while.
"In three days, I have to return to my family to participate in the next round of consecration ceremony. If you are not in a hurry, I will come to you next week?"
"I don't drink much..."
Justus murmured in a low voice and patted "Annan" on the shoulder hard, making him feel a fleeting burst of pain: "I won't delay your work. I won't let you do a very simple job."
If you work for nothing, you will be rewarded accordingly.
"But before that, you have to sign a confidentiality agreement."
Justus said, reaching out and groping in his arms.
"Annan" stared at him.
After about three or four seconds, the high-spirited and confident expression on Justus' face turned a little embarrassed: "Huh? Wait... Maybe I dropped it downstairs when I was drinking yesterday. Maybe I didn't bring it over...
Don’t panic, just rest for now. I’ll look for the contract—oh, I can order lunch, what do you want to eat?”
Justus' tone was very casual.
"Annan" sighed and said casually.
"Fried lamb with black pepper and garlic... Don't bring me wine, I want a glass of orange juice. It's best if it's iced."
"I got it, black pepper steak and—forget the orange juice, everyone takes a step back, how about the orange wine?"
Looking at "Annan's" expression, Justus raised his eyebrows and grinned happily: "I'm just kidding, don't worry. I remember the pan-fried lamb with black pepper and pesto garlic served with iced orange juice. I remember it very clearly.
"Stay here and don't move. You can also read the newspaper in the room. I will be back soon."
After saying that, Justus left the room without comment.
The scenes so far have been completely out of control. They should be regarded as the CG part introduced at the beginning.
After Justus left, Annan's body was finally able to move freely.
The next moment, the introduction plot of this copy just appeared before his eyes.