After Justin heard this order, he was slightly stunned.
Then he simply agreed: "Okay, sir. Please come with me..."
Justin remembered that there should indeed be some things in the Viscount's study that should not be shown to outsiders.
Although he himself was not prohibited from entering the study, Justin had never sneaked in.
This is the manifestation of his wisdom.
——The more you know, the sooner you will die.
He is a part-time worker anyway, and his main purpose is to stay here and earn a living. Justin knows in his heart that those who love to pry into the secrets of their employer's family will die inexplicably at some point.
So Justin never asked anything else.
In this way, his reputation will gradually become better. After leaving Viscount Barbour, it will be convenient for him to find another employer with a letter of recommendation...
Oh, yes.
This is not Don Juan Geraint, but a member of the Grand Duke Winter's family.
Maybe they were originally on the same team, or maybe they just reached an agreement.
And, let’s take a step back.
Even if the Archduke of Winter really has some unfavorable thoughts towards the Viscount...could Justin still rush forward to protect the Viscount?
And then he was betrayed by that old immortal and took the blame?
Justin is not stupid.
Alvin Barber is not his master, just his boss. He pays to take care of the food, and he kills or persuades the extraordinary beings who invade the territory for him, that's all.
Those enemies that do not fall within Justin's scope of responsibility are not under his control.
Although Annan Coldong himself is an extraordinary person.
But his identity is much higher than that of ordinary bronze-level extraordinary beings. Under normal circumstances, what a bronze-level extraordinary person can do is just by brushing his face. But what he can do by brushing his face cannot be done by extraordinary beings of the same level.
But they may not be able to do it.
This is life.
Justin sighed silently.
They soon arrived in front of Alvin's study.
"Inside is the Viscount's study."
He said respectfully to Annan, who was at least two heads shorter than him: "Your Excellency Annan, is there anything else you can do?"
"Can you come in with me, brother Justin."
Like a real fourteen-year-old child, Annan raised his head and said in a soft and childish voice to the nearly 1.9-meter strong man: "I'm worried that some documents may be too high...I can't reach them."
He replaced the slightly harsh "brother" with a more casual and approachable title.
And Justin couldn't afford to be wary of this child with very clean eyes.
I didn't pay much attention to him before. But now I see... he is a good and polite boy.
Although given his status, it was not right to pity a big man like Annan, and it was even more wrong to feel sorry for the enemy.
But seeing Annan running around alone at such a young age, he still felt that his life must not be easy.
Maybe it's because I think of my daughter.
If she was still alive and hadn't been killed by the curse that leaked from her body... she should be about the same age as Annan.
I don’t know which one is cuter, her or this child...
...It should be my daughter, right?
perhaps.
"Brother Justin?"
Annan asked again, with a soft voice and clean eyes, and a troubled tone: "Isn't it convenient?"
"It's okay," Justin came back to his senses, a somewhat awkward smile appeared under his fleshy bald head, and said as gently as he could, "I'll just go in with you.
"What I was thinking just now is, are you still staying for dinner today? I just informed the kitchen to cook more delicious food..."
"Probably."
Annan thought about it seriously, showed a bright smile, and replied happily: "I think I should stay for dinner."
He meant what he said.
In any case, black fire would not be needed to kill the viscount, and the manor should not be destroyed.
Since the kitchen is ready for cooking...after killing Alvin, why not stay here for dinner at night.
What a shameful waste.
Annan followed Justin into the study. This was to guard against possible traps.
Justin is also very clear about Annan's purpose. After all, he is an experienced hunter, and he knows this simple little idea very well...
"Thank you, brother Justin."
After Annan entered the room, he bowed lightly to Justin again.
Seeing that he was so respectful and friendly to her, Justin couldn't help but sigh.
For some reason, the dissatisfaction that just arose in his heart dissipated...
"I'd like to see the latest letters."
Annan said softly.
Justin nodded: "Well, it should be here..."
——This is naturally Annan’s way of coping.
He doesn't just bluff.
As the saying goes, Justin is a typical submissive donkey who eats the soft stuff but not the hard stuff.
When Annan got along with him, his needs were also different from Alvin's.
He doesn't need to seize the right to speak or establish authority. He just needs Justin to relax his vigilance about himself.
Annan could see that Justin was not the naturally slow type. He had a keen sense of people's hearts, but his behavior was too cautious and he liked to think before acting. This often meant that he had lost something important.
.
He stayed alone in other places for a long time... Judging from his age, most of them were family members such as parents, wife or children.
He is always wary of his surroundings when walking, prefers to look at the road instead of looking at people, and seems restless all the time, which means that he has a hidden inferiority complex. When he first met Annan, he was very enthusiastic
He paid tribute to Annan with the etiquette of the Principality of Winter, which shows that he has an attitude of admiration for people of high status and low ability.
This also means that what he desires is status.
And every man - or strictly speaking, every man, has the desire to become a "hero" in his heart. This is also the core interest of various team cooperation or team competition games from ancient times to the present.
Powerful, perfect and gorgeous to defeat strong enemies, this is strength;
Keen judgment and countering the enemy's strategy is wisdom;
Leading teammates to defeat enemies is leadership;
Protecting your teammates gently and down-to-earth is the ability to protect your family...
One of the essences of competitive games is to guide people to become "heroes" and test people's abilities as "heroes".
In this process, the game will tell players who "I" am, why "I" should be proud, and why "I" is "me". In this way, the fundamental desire for self-realization can be fulfilled.
When a person feels that they have become a hero, their self-esteem and self-confidence will be strengthened. They will feel significantly better about themselves, and the world around them will become closer and friendly...At this time, the first person who comes into contact with them
, will share this joy. And the "hero's" view of him will also improve significantly.
This is one of the reasons why after winning a game with friends, you will feel that your friends have become friendlier and more interesting. This sense of closeness will be significantly greater than the sense of trust brought about by "getting a common victory".
Annan's way of contacting Justin was to bypass the entire process and directly contact his soul.
He flexibly used the strong status of "Annan Winter" to continuously elevate and strengthen the other party's "sense of status"; he showed himself weak and powerless to show the other party's "sense of strength" in contrast; he concealed
His own leadership ability, in turn, he worships him like a child, thereby strengthening the other person's "self-identity".
Whatever he lacks, Annan will give him.
Whatever he wanted, Annan would give him.
Annan briefly made Justin his own "hero".
——Why can he always be wary of Annan?
This is Annan's art of assassination.
"Brother Justin, can you help me take down the photo over there?"
Annan pointed to a high place on a bookshelf: "I can't reach it..."
"Photo? Hmm... which one are you talking about, this one... or..."
Justin raised his hand with some effort, stepped on the stool, and reached out to reach the top of the bookshelf.
Annan silently took the hammer out of his pocket and hid it in his sleeve.