Chapter 82 81. Another letter
Knock knock knock——
The charming atmosphere in the bedroom was interrupted by a knock on the door.
"Who is outside?"
Dela fell gently back to the ground, and Annan, who was slightly cold, put on the mage's robe and opened the door.
The maid Abby stood outside the door holding a dinner plate: "The head maid asked me to bring you dinner."
Annan remembered that she had not eaten yet, so she got out of the way and watched the maid Abby put down the meal. Pan turned around and left, closing the door gently.
Della opened the dinner plate and found a piece of baked bread and mushroom soup. She broke the bread and tasted the soup. There was nothing wrong with it.
"Thank you."
Annan did not invite Della to enjoy dinner together. He remembered that elves refused artificial food and only ate natural fruits or honey and maple sugar.
"So do you know about Olmedo?" Annan asked Dela while eating.
“He is the heir of the Olmedo family.”
Della didn’t know much.
After dinner, Annan placed the spider bottle under the bed in a dark and dark place, climbed onto the bed wearing a mage's robe, and found that Della was still here.
“Aren’t you going back?”
"Elves don't need too much sleep. If you can't sleep..."
As soon as Dara spoke more than before, she melted into the shadows in the corner.
Thinking that Della was in a certain shadow, Annan quietly pulled up the quilt, revealing only a pair of eyes that were the same as the night.
......
Annan woke up slowly on the soft big bed, his sleepy eyes gradually regained focus, and saw Della sitting in the corner, reading the book he brought from the attic.
"Good morning."
Annan sat up, the slipping quilt bringing the coolness of the morning.
Dela glanced at Annan and then returned to the book.
"Good morning."
The book in the elf's hand is called "City of Night", and Annan hasn't had time to read it yet.
Pushing open the patio door, the cool breeze blowing through the treetops made Annan's sleepiness dissipate.
It’s August now, the hottest time in the entire summer, but the steady cold current from the snow-capped mountains in the north makes my nose turn reddish in the morning.
As Annan closed the patio door, the curtains lifted by the wind fell.
Last night’s mushroom soup failed to fill Annan’s stomach. Annan, who soon became hungry, and Della, who was holding a book, came to the restaurant.
The hands of the clock in the corner reminded Annan that there were still fifteen days left before the countdown to the apocalypse.
Annan's breakfast was a vegetable salad and a piece of chestnut broth, and Dela's was a piece of fruit. While Dela was trying the dishes, Annan asked Abby: "Do you know the City Lord Olmedo?"
Abby, who was about to go out, stopped and answered Annan: "The City Lord is deeply loved by the common people. He will lead Breeze City to a more glorious future.”
The young King of the North, the future Lord of Breeze City, Annan Reeves, who was attacked and usurped the throne, blinked.
Of course the maid Abby knew who was in front of her, but she still insisted: "Master Annan, the city lord has given us hope of staying away from war and poverty."
"Why do you say that? He Did you do something?" Annan asked curiously.
Annan initially thought it was just flattery, or a common refrain among politicians: the grand blueprint announced before taking office would never be realized. But Abby recounted the changes in Breeze City in the two months since Olmedo became the city lord: first, he continued to deliver materials to support the fortress defense line on the top of the snowy mountains, then promoted scavengers to clean up rat infestations in the city, and issued decrees requiring the nobles to strictly enforce laws. Strictly abide by the law and donate to orphanages to support homeless children.
Abby and her brother survived because of this and were taken in by the Wine Lady.
As a vested beneficiary of the city lord's policies, Abby should defend Olmedo.
Annan guessed that Abby was worried that if she regained the city lord, she would lose everything she had gained, so that was why she had this attitude?
"Are you going out today?" Abby asked.
"Yes." "I'll prepare the carriage."
Abby left the restaurant, and Annan asked Della: "Is what she said true?"
" I don’t know.” The cloaked elf looked at Annan: “If so, what would you do?”
“It’s okay to give it to him.”
As the King of the North who was attacked and usurped as the city lord, he should hate Olmedo, no matter how good he was - but not Annan, he knew that he was a fake. Augusta Olmedo knew it too.
Annan just wanted to avoid this disaster and take the opportunity to strengthen himself.
But Dara doesn’t know. So in her eyes, Annan was shining with the light of humanity at this moment.
After breakfast, Annan got into the carriage with an apple given by Dela.
“Let’s go to Francois’s place first.”
The carriage drove out of the manor, headed south along the spacious and bustling street, and turned onto a narrow road when it was about to leave the city. The surrounding environment gradually became desolate. Although it was not a dilapidated shack in a slum, the inconsistently colored brick walls and eaves patches meant that the carriage had entered a civilian area.
Francois’ baron’s residence is located here, and it seems that we can get a glimpse of the dilemma faced by the baron.
The Baron warmly welcomed Annan's arrival and readily accepted to work for the King in the North. He also invited Annan to admire his collection room.
According to his flattering remarks, it would be his honor to be the King of the North's dog.
The last collection room Annan visited was Catalina’s trophies, so he declined the invitation of Francois, who also had special hobbies, and explained his purpose of visit:
"Do you know Olmedo?"
"That usurper? He is a shameful thief, a dirty pig, an insidious rat..."
"Throw aside personal conflicts and Compliment me.”
Although Annan still wanted to hear Francois’s interesting comparison.
Then Francois had to say that Jeffrey Olmedo was a very charismatic young man.
"Of course, he is definitely not as good as you."
He has done many things that are beneficial to Breeze City.
“However, you will definitely do better than him after taking office!”
The Olmedo family and the old nobles are his backers.
“It’s just that they can never compare to the Twelve Kings of the North!”
In this half-boast and half-truth, Francois's manservant said that a man claiming to be a clerk from the Morrowind Tavern came to deliver a message to Annan.
That was indeed the clerk from the Morrowind Tavern. Della checked the letter and handed it to Annan.
Letter signed... Itilia Reeves.
Annan's "eldest sister".
The first half of the letter is the same as the previous letter, urging Levis to come back, but if Levis wants to stay, let him go to the Lawrencet family for help.
Annan frowned and took out another letter.
The handwriting is similar, at least Annan can't tell the difference...
"What's the matter, Mr. Annan?"
"I received two letters, one may be Fake, the other one... may also be fake."
"Can you tell me what is written on it? Maybe I can help you analyze what it is..."
Annan responded by handing the letter directly to Francois.
Francois' handsome cheeks turned red because of this trust. He took the letter with trembling hands, read it word for word and stood up excitedly:
"Your Excellency, King of the North, The answer is in this letter!”
(End of this chapter)