Chapter 90 89. The Fate of Women
Annan looked around the brightly lit banquet hall filled with guests and remembered what Olmedo said.
"The Skaven who intend to corrupt Breeze City will not let this dinner go. They will find a way to sneak into the banquet, blend into the crowd, and make the nobles surrender to Chaos."
This banquet has rats mixed into it. People...
The glamorous guests don't look like rat men in disguise, and the waiters walking through the hall look normal.
Could it be that the problem lies in the kitchen?
Annan made a mistake. He knew very little about the Skaven. He only knows a limited part of it from the bard's story about the world-destroying rat tide and a few words from Francois, let alone the habits and characteristics of the rat people.
Annan can't stupidly and blindly go up to him and ask, "Are you a weird person?" Even if it's just asking, "Have you met any weird people recently?" it's still weird.
“Let me ask Olmedo first.”
Annan looked at the figure holding a wine glass, surrounded by nobles, smiling warmly, and said to Dela, looking straight towards Olmedo walked away.
The young city lord listened to the conversation of the guests and nodded. He saw Annan approaching from the corner of his eye and said to them apologetically, "Excuse me." He got out and faced Annan who was approaching.
The meeting between the current city lord and the original city lord attracted a lot of attention.
“I thought you would continue to pretend not to know me.”
Compared with Olmedo’s familiar teasing, Annan acted directly and boringly: “How should I find them?”< br>
"Relax, Annan, don't talk like it's something serious." Olmedo put down his glass and gestured to the empty terrace, "Let's talk somewhere else."
...
Della watched Annan and Olmedo disappear outside the terrace, declined a dance invitation from a young nobleman, and came to the table to choose food.
Slender fingers ran across the tempting pastries and oily steaks. When he was hesitating to pick up something, a figure with the scent of roses passed behind Dela, and his palm brushed her belt.
Dela stiffened for a moment, staring warily at the beautiful lady standing next to her.
“Follow me.”
The beautiful lady picked up a plate of pastries and turned to leave.
Dela looked at "her" back and followed silently to the corner where several beautiful ladies and girls gathered.
The women are mature and plump, the girls are beautiful and graceful, and the fragrance of flowers and laughter make this corner like a blooming flower garden.
The pointed-eared and tall Della is out of place here.
A graceful and gorgeous figure is surrounded by women. She was wearing a bright red fluffy low-cut dress. Her snow-white complexion and plump breasts made people unable to extricate themselves. Her high nose and bright eyes made people fall in love with her.
The women are led by her, like the most beautiful flower in the center of the cluster.
“You shouldn’t be here.”
She raised her perfectly curved jaw.
Dela looked at the terrace where Annan disappeared: "He brought me here."
"It seems that our guard has had the madam's dream." Her words aroused the excitement of the women. Smiling. When the laughter subsided, the beautiful lady pursed her red lips and looked at the strong and slender silhouette in front of her.
"But it's not your turn to do this, 'guard.'" She put a magnetic emphasis on the word "guard." "You don't even have...things to make him happy. Why don't you give him to me, and I will let him Lord Priest, please take credit for your contribution..."
Dela's green eyes swept over the woman's body, which was like a goddess of beauty carved by a legendary artist: "He doesn't like your type."
< br>“This is impossible!”
Before the beautiful lady could speak, the eight or nine-year-old girl next to her screamed in denial, “No man can refuse the countess’s charm.”
< br>Della looked at the Countess' buttocks sinking into the sofa, and said with Annan's characteristic seriousness: "Your butt is too big."
"Then do you think you can do it?" The girl pointed at Dai La and made a harsh noise like a mouse: "You are ruining the adult's plan!" "I didn't."
Dai La's calmness was replaced by panic, she lowered her head, her eyes flashed with cunning that no one noticed.
"She is a 'guard', not a 'lady'. I don't know how normal it is." The countess complained that the girl was too fierce, and said to Dela gently: "Leave him to us, the priest will give him to us." The person you rewarded may even sacrifice for you and make you a 'Mrs.'"
Dela replied loyally: "For the Holy Clan."
"So, child, tell me what the young King in the North likes?"
...
"Those Skaven disguise themselves as humans, and they can easily sneak in among us. , neither scavengers nor detective skills can see through their disguise.”
When a person looks like a human, sounds like a human, feels like a human, and behaves like a human, then he is a human. . But not for the Skaven - for all Skaven are under the watchful eye of the Rat God.
Perhaps this is also the reason for the collapse of secret societies-it tolerates too many races and ignores objective factors.
“Remember, don’t identify a noble easily unless you have clear evidence.” Jeffrey Olmedo lay on the guardrail, whispering as the breeze drifted into the night scene in front of him, “Our mistakes will bring chaos. Let the current situation fall into an irreversible whirlpool, and this is the purpose of the Rat Man. "
A man who fell off the cliff was only left hanging by a badly worn rope. Any shake, breeze or movement can cause the rope to snap.
Annan said he remembered it.
Olmedo changed the topic to a lighter topic: "What is it like to be a warlock?"
Annan thought about the day he learned to cast spells: "Nothing special."
"Won't warlocks affect anything? For example, cognition, orientation..."
"What do you want to say?"
"Many warlocks are very interested in other races."
< br>"I haven't had such a change." Annan replied.
Because he was very interested before he became a warlock.
After finishing their chat, Annan and Olmedo returned to the noisy and lively banquet and saw Della talking with a young nobleman.
Dela found out that Annan came back and took the initiative to greet him.
"Sorry, I just saw that this lady's gauze skirt is very special, so I won't disturb you two anymore..." The young noble who chatted with Dela hurriedly left.
Annan stared at the young noble's fleeing back, suspecting that he was a rat man.
"Annan, there is a lady who wants to see you."
Annan looked back: "Who is it?"
Della brought Annan to the ladies' party. Those beautiful faces, white breasts and long legs left Annan at a loss.
At the center of these women, a graceful woman with a noble temperament, no less than a princess, stood up and kissed Annan's cheek affectionately, "Levis, do you still remember me?"
"I'm sorry, I..."
Annan's cheeks gradually became hot in the softness and fragrance, and his sigh of loss was still echoing in his ears.
"I guess you don't remember me. You were still very young at that time..."
This is a necessary payment. Annan thought.
(End of this chapter)