After Gerald's body turned into a nightmare, an inexplicable strong wind blew past, making Annan's rain-wet hair a little messy.
He squinted his eyes, reached out and slowly pushed his hair back down.
Although Annan felt that it might be cool for him to suddenly slick back his hair into a slicked back at this time... but obviously it was not the time to "let me stand at the top" yet.
"What's wrong?"
His movements suddenly stopped, and he vaguely heard noises coming from outside the human wall.
Annan raised his voice and asked: "Such a heavy rain...who is coming?"
At the same time, he gently patted Salvatore's shoulder and signaled him with his eyes.
Salvatore is clearly no fool either.
The young wizard with short brown hair and heavy bags under his eyes quickly reacted, took two steps forward, picked up the ordinary-looking hammer, and quietly put it in his pocket.
Noisy sounds soon came from outside the crowd, accompanied by chaotic footsteps and bright yellow lights, gathering from all directions.
"Is Lord Geraint still inside?"
Someone shouted outside: "Is he trapped?"
It was a man wearing leather armor, with a tall and straight posture, and several medals hanging on his chest. He looked about forty years old, his temples were still a little gray, and some wrinkles could be seen at the corners of his eyes, but he was still very energetic.
good.
There is a huge-looking pistol on his waist, and a stainless steel sword hanging on the other side - this strange weapon configuration has obviously attracted the attention of players.
Behind him was a row of young people dressed as security guards. They were holding strange-shaped oil lamps, which looked like vertical barrel-shaped lanterns, but the flames inside were green, and the light of the fire was reflected through the thin oil paper.
When it comes out, it turns into a warm yellow.
"No, we are..."
"Yes, we..."
"Hello, here..."
The players didn't know how to deal with it. Several people talked to the man at the same time, but they became a mess. But more people were subconsciously unwilling to let the door open, so when they squeezed over, they reacted without fear.
Pushed back. Suddenly, the narrow doorway became a mess.
At this moment, Annan's voice came from inside, clear, childish but majestic:
"I am Don Juan Geraint. Who are you?"
Annan added: "Let them in."
The human wall formed by the players did not hesitate to disperse to both sides until this moment. Several players who had previously spoken to the middle-aged man also left his side without hesitation.
These orders and prohibitions obviously made the middle-aged men and the police officers behind him stunned for a moment.
And the moment he saw Annan's face, he couldn't help but be shocked by it——
Just because Annan's rain-wet eyelashes, combined with his ice-blue pupils, make him feel closer to inorganic. Just like a doll with two gem eyes... It gives people a sense of
The illusion of feeling cold, distant and dull.
But this is obviously an illusion.
A middle-aged man can roughly judge from Annan's subtle expression, eyes and body language that he is a strong yet gentle person who obeys order but is not timid.
This is his many years of experience in solving cases.
He quickly reacted, gave Annan a standard salute, and said respectfully:
"Hello, respected lord. My name is Ferdinand, and I am the deputy police chief of Roseburg."
"You know now that I am your lord?"
Annan chuckled: "But that's not what you said when I entered the city before."
When he entered Rossburg before, he also tried to show his noble token to prove that this was the lord's motorcade. But the young guards guarding the city gate only admitted the first half - they were indeed respectful in the way they entertain nobles.
They escorted Annan and his party to the street, but did not recognize Annan as their lord.
He refused to answer questions about the internal situation of Roseburg, and even levied entry fees from Annan in accordance with ordinary noble standards.
But when Salvatore scolded him, the man was confused but said with certainty, "I've never heard of any lord coming", "No one knows about this" and the like.
After that, Annan quickly stopped Salvatore who wanted to get angry, paid the money and entered the city with a gentle attitude.
Of course, the gentle attitude of Annan, who was denied his identity... does not conflict with Salvatore's desire to get angry despite seemingly having nothing to do with it.
After all, Kaizi Sa paid the entrance fee.
And Annan could see that that person really didn't know about it.
He should be a target pushed out by the Viscount. If Annan gets angry on him, he will be fooled.
Deputy Police Commissioner Ferdinand was not surprised when Annan held him to account.
Obviously, he came prepared.
As soon as Annan finished speaking, Police Chief Ferdinand immediately responded: "I'm really sorry, Lord. The person guarding the city gate today is a new person..."
For some reason, when they heard what he said, several players around him couldn't help laughing. This made Police Chief Ferdinand feel a sinking feeling.
But he quickly adjusted back and added without changing his expression:
"...The child's father died in the war before, so everyone was too accommodating to him, and he developed a habit of laziness. But sir, I assure you, his heart must be good... Absolutely
I didn’t mean to embarrass you. And I also brought all the city entrance fees you paid. If you want it now, we can pay it back to you right away——"
Somewhat interesting.
Annan raised his eyebrows slightly.
If the uncle came up and threw the blame on the young guard, Annan would have the opportunity to get angry and blame them instead. But Ferdinand played the emotional card when he came up and even hinted at Barber.
The Viscount's background on the battlefield and the unity, stability and harmony within Rossburg left Annan with nowhere to start.
However, if this is the plan set by Viscount Barbour, then he does not look down upon Annan. At least he treats Annan as an adult noble who can understand human speech... In terms of his pride, this is already
I respect Annan very much.
So Annan was smart enough not to respond.
He just asked with a half-smile: "I think you are here to put out the fire, right?
"I didn't expect that the Roseburg Public Security Guard's firefighting efficiency was so timely - then go in and put out the fire quickly, it will be bad if the fire spreads."
Annan put his hands behind his back and made a clear and melodious voice.
Seeing Annan so calm, Ferdinand also had a headache.
The person who was promised to be more troublesome was Salvatore...
This little lord is in so much trouble, how shrewd that Salvatore is...should he be called the son of the Black Tower?
Ferdinand thought for a long time, and decided to be on the safe side, not to follow Annan's rhythm, but to act according to the script he got at the beginning:
"You guys go in and help put out the fire!"
Deputy Sheriff Ferdinand raised his voice and ordered.
The police officers behind him responded and rushed in... and began to tentatively put out the fire.
Where can water put out the black fire? But when they come here, they can't do nothing.
Even when you are busy, it is good to be a backdrop. It is better than following behind Ferdinand and standing there as a streetlight...
After the police officers left, the lights near the door quickly dimmed.
In the darkness, the middle-aged deputy police chief leaned into Annan's ear and whispered to him: "Master Viscount, you want me to express my gratitude to you."
"He said...thanks to you, he was able to be freed from the mind control of that despicable dark wizard."