Chapter 70 69. Alliance
“The evil wizard murdered the king on his arrival in his loyal city. But now the king has returned from hell, surrounded by the flames of vengeance, determined to take back what is his. "
Annan looked at Michael who was talking in a low voice.
"Andrew Luna taught you to say that?"
"I specifically asked Luna to teach me." Michael handed a list to Annan, "But this is The true thoughts of many people. The twelve kings of the North who were deprived of their position as city lord and their lives will crawl out of hell and take the most brutal revenge on those who murdered him. "
"What is this?"
Annan took the list and saw many long lists of unknown and obscure names. This was a test for Annan, who had not learned common language for a long time.
"Nobles, rich men, and professionals who will come to visit you later and stand on your side or place bets with you."
"Are there any master-level professionals here?"< br>
“No. Unless he is in big trouble, a master professional does not need to take refuge in others.
"Can I use wealth to win over masters like the nobles of the South?"
"Masters are rarely short of money... except for spell casters."
"I think it is easy for mages to make money... ..." Annan said, such as sensing the magic stone. Even transcribing magic scrolls cost dozens of gold coins each.
“But we spend it faster.”
And Annan understands this very well-just the most basic meditation of a spell caster made him unable to make ends meet, and he was only willing to use low-level Magic materials.
"But after you show some abilities, master-level professionals should join you."
"I am completely unprepared..."
"It doesn't matter, you can think about it slowly." Michael said, "You can even create a wonderful future for them to sponsor, and then take away all the money and move to another place to develop, such as going to the south. As long as you have money there, you can let the enemies call you father and the elves call you dear. Let the orcs be your younger brothers and resurrect the dead."
"What about the Reeves family?"
"You only have the reputation of being the Twelve Kings of the North." I said casually and glanced at the clock in the corner, "Get ready, the first rich man to visit should be arriving soon."
Annan and Michael left the study and went to the living room downstairs. She said to the elderly maid who welcomed her: "Some guests will be visiting later."
This manor is the family property of the wine lady. She gave it to Annan and sent a maid to take care of Annan's daily life - —As the King of the North, he cannot continue to huddle in the attic of the spinning mill.
Not long after, the head maid who was waiting at the gate returned to the mansion and said that the first guest had arrived.
“Let him come in.”
Annan looked at Michael who was still here: “Do you want to stay?”
"Of course I want to participate in such an interesting thing."
"Will it bring you trouble?"
"No."
Absolutely safe bystander, The mage of the Mage Tower, Michael, said proudly: "The position of the Mage Tower is Breeze City, so in Breeze City, no one can harm the Mage Tower."
It is difficult to compare the young man in front of him with the one two months ago. The drunkards who drank away their sorrows in the dilapidated Dawn Tavern were connected.
Annan acquiesced to Michael's existence and allowed him to stand behind him.
"Annan's face is engraved with lines that express perseverance and composure. His black eyes are full of melancholy, and from time to time they flash a cold light full of hatred."
"You are doing it. What?" Annan looked at Michael who suddenly muttered to himself.
"To set off the atmosphere, I'll shut up when people come." Michael replied, continuing to use the technique he learned from Andrew Luna: "He sat on the sofa outside the window where the sun was not shining Inside, the outline is shrouded in shadow..."
Annan ignored Michael's narration and looked at the list. The first name is Melcher Neville, identified as a jeweler.
Soon, he saw a carriage parked in the garden, and a maid led a middle-aged man with a goatee into the living room.
"The venerable King of the North." The middle-aged man followed an ancient etiquette to pay tribute to Annan. The ensuing exchange made Annan not used to it - because Melcher Neville always cited classics and praised the ancestors of the Reeves family.
Because Annan is just a fake, he can only focus on listening. And this kind of listening made Melcher Neville mistakenly believe that he was recognized, and he was eager to talk and talked non-stop. He also regarded Annan's uncorrected "hillbilly accent" as an ancient inheritance of the King of the North.
Finally, the satisfied Melcher Neville presented a bag of gems,
This bag of gems is worth several hundred gold coins.
Deception and abduction seem to be much more profitable than normal inventions.
Soon, a second customer came to the door and brought an oil painting worth about a hundred gold coins.
But Michael said they were not firm.
“Why do you think so?”
"Just like cotton yarn condenses into cotton thread, strength can be formed when they come together."
If they really want to join the King of the North, they should bring something more practical.
"They are not fools. The reputation of a Twelve Kings in the North is worthy of their refuge, but not worthy of their ruin."
"Why do you suddenly look like you know the nobles very well?"
"You have the Wine Lady and I have Andrew Luna."
Before the next guest came, Annan asked: "How are Martin and Soruman Bronzebeard?"
"The former is taken care of very well by Luna, and the latter how do you think these nobles got in touch with each other?" Yours?"
"Soruman Bronzebeard? How did she do it?"
"Bronzebeard is now the distributor of the wine lady in Breeze City. The rich man invited me by the way when he was delivering the wine. By the way, the publisher’s owner hasn’t come back yet, but your books are selling well.”
The guests on the list arrived one after another, and the living room gradually became lively. Talking. During this period, there were also families who hoped to marry Annan——
The maids brought the prepared food and wine to the table, like a small banquet.
Michael left early because of something. After everyone on the list was almost there, Annan was ready to join the banquet.
At this time, an old man who was not on the list arrived.
Annan secretly sensed that he was a powerful spell caster. How powerful... An ant cannot see the rocks, nor the top of the mountain.
However, Annan unexpectedly had a good conversation with this old man of unknown origin.
Some incisive advice from the old man gave Annan a sudden enlightenment in his knowledge. The old man was also amused by the idea that Annan was not of this world.
For example, the old man felt that the nobles occupied most of the wealth but never paid for it.
“How could you say that!”
A down-and-out nobleman whose name Annan could not remember suddenly accused the old man angrily, arousing many approvals. Because the people standing here are all nobles.
"Your father Holm was abandoned because of this kind of selfishness." The calmness on the old man's old face made the down-and-out nobleman shut his mouth in surprise.
Annan took the opportunity to politely ask: "Excuse me, are you?"
He felt that the opportunity to fight Olmedo lies with the old man.
“Olmedo.”
The old man said gently.
"Augusta Olmedo."
(End of this chapter)