Chapter 66 66. I, the King of the North
The chaos continued from the banquet to the streets outside. Horses neighed and galloped, shadows twisted and swayed, and panicked guests fled in all directions, hugging pedestrians who didn't know what was happening.
In the blink of an eye, the banquet was left in a mess.
“What’s going on?”
A confused Annan stood on the stage, facing the empty banquet hall.
"Sweetheart, can you bring me a glass of wine?"
Among the few remaining guests, the wine lady waved to him.
"The old housekeeper said you can't drink."
"You just can't drink too much. Have you forgotten my name?" the wine lady said, continuing to stretch out her white hand, "Give it to me Get a glass of wine and I'll tell you slowly."
Annan had no choice but to step off the stage, face the maid's horrified gaze, and come to the table. He picked up the empty wine glass from the overturned silver plate at his feet and placed it on the table. Get ready to pour wine.
A white hand came over holding an empty glass, and the wine glass made a clear clinking sound.
Also posted was a girl who was so enthusiastic that she was almost fanatical.
"You are Levis Reeves?"
Thick black hair, porcelain doll-like delicate cheeks almost touching Annan's nose, and those dark red eyes It came into Annan's eyes clearly.
Annan almost thought he had met someone from the real Reeves family.
"No."
Annan moved back a little, but the girl came up again: "I can smell... the smell of blood on this dress that can't be washed away... Are you injured? It's still serious. ? Let me heal you..."
The girl stretched out her hand towards Annan, and when he was about to touch it, the familiar fragrance surrounded Annan and blocked him from the girl's contact.
The two similarly slender arms, one is as pale as paint, and the other is normal white.
“Stay away from my people.”
The elegant and mature wine lady was like a cat with explosive fur at this time, warning the girl coldly:
"If you don't want your disgusting brother to be kicked out of the March Wine Bureau."
Looking at the two women confronting each other, Annan fell into a dilemma. Will his charm unknowingly make her jealous?
Then choose Margaery or the black-haired girl whom I have never met before...
Annan's decision did not last long. The black-haired girl pouted, like an abandoned cub, and took the initiative Leaving Annan reluctantly.
"Why did you drive her away?" Annan suppressed the guilt caused by his gaze.
"This freak is from the Gilman family...Oh, our sweetheart knows nothing." The wine lady teased Annan's ignorance in a subtle way: "Their ancestors are sub-humans. So they eat humans and close relatives. Reproduction, belief in evil gods."
"What's going on with the black hair?"
"Don't you think her hair is too lush?"
The portion was more than enough for Froning.
Annan looked at the black-haired girl who was still looking at him from a distance, and a solemn expression appeared on his face: "So it's a curse that makes a strand of black hair grow every time you eat someone?"
"You've seen too much. Novel?" Ms. Wine glanced at him coquettishly, "It's just a wig."
"Don't let her think you are funny."
Annan moved the black-haired girl's wine glass away, thought for a moment, picked up a new empty glass, poured half of the red wine, and handed it to the wine lady: "Can you tell me now?"
"The problem should appear in your mage's robe." The wine lady picked up the wine glass and sipped gracefully, "Swamp red wine from the Feren Highlands? Not bad..."
Annan lowered his head and looked at the new look. The mage robe, "I don't understand."
"Why don't you take off the mage robe and take it to the stage to see?"
The weird suggestion of the wine lady made Annan hesitate, but He still took off his mage robe and stood on the stage.
The murderer would never attack him frantically at the banquet.
Like an auctioneer holding up a lot at an auction, Annan raised the mage's robe and asked the wine lady: "What next?" "Look at the collar of the mage's robe."
Annan's eyes fell on the collar and found that under the illumination of the magic lamp, a diamond-shaped snowflake shone brightly on the collar.
"Do you feel familiar?"
Annan shook his head: "What does this mean?"
The wine lady had no choice but to say to Annan, who was pretending to be stupid to the end: "That is one of the symbols of the Twelve Kings of the North."
Annan fell into unspeakable silence.
The Reeves family was attacked; the mage robe and ring of the barren blue dragon; the guests fled in all directions——
The haphazardly broken puzzle pieces were completely presented at this moment:
The Reeves family convoy was attacked near Pinglin Town, and the haunted gold mine was also near Pinglin Town. Therefore, as a greedy dragon clan, Blue Dragon has no reason to miss the wealth at its doorstep.
Then Annan came to this world. He had the same black hair as the Reeves family, appeared near the place where the Reeves family was attacked, and even put on Levi Reeves' mage robe.
So, this is a person who dresses like Levi's, looks like Levi's, and is aged like Levi's saying that he is not Levi's.
Annan said this is not me, and the wine lady said this is you.
But maybe the traces left by the blue dragon at the scene and the profile of the blue dragon summoned by Annan in Breeze City corroborate his identity.
You said you are not Levis Reeves, just a visitor from another world who appeared here by chance? What are you talking about?
"So instead of clearing the suspicion, I have confirmed that I am Levis and challenged Olmedo?"
Levius announced that he was not Levis in the banquet hall separated by the wall between Breeze City and the City Lord's Palace - humiliation Everyone knows who it is.
Only Annan, who did all this, was kept in the dark.
"Sweetheart, you summed it up well."
The wine lady said with an appreciative smile.
"Young King of the North, please allow me to tell you some rules. If you don't want to make too many enemies, it's best to use 'that person' instead of calling him by his first name."
"Is this still useful? "
Annan has just declared war on Olmedo——
"Nobles are like hyenas, no matter how cruel, bloodthirsty, insidious and vicious they are, they still don't want to break their skin easily and maintain the appearance. Well dressed."
"Okay."
If not calling him by his first name would make the subsequent attack lighter.
At this time, Annan suddenly thought of the people around him and solemnly said: "Are my friends in danger?"
"Kindness is a beautiful virtue, I think it will serve as an epitaph. Engraved on your tombstone." The vitriol in Twin Chancellor Flanning's finely trimmed beard mirrored his lean figure.
“Usually not, but the premise is that ‘that person’ will not use any means necessary.”
“Then what should I do now?”
"Do what you should do."
"What should I do?"
"Show me your identity as the King of the North." Twin Minister Franning interjected again: "No matter who you are, now you can only be Levi's."
After saying that, the twin ministers Franning caressed Annan's chest and saluted.
"Salute to you, young Twelve Kings of the North."
(End of this chapter)